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Tribute, Paul Diehl Jan 1963

Tribute, Paul Diehl

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Hushed, a meadow green with white listens. Listens to the rolling drums, the pounding feet, the snapping flags;...


From Existing To Living, Peter Proul Jan 1963

From Existing To Living, Peter Proul

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For a long while I stood in the shadows; The sun shone seldom. When it did, I quickly ran back to the shadows- embarrassed...


An Untraditional Way, Michael R. Vasey Jan 1963

An Untraditional Way, Michael R. Vasey

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Johnny looked about the dimly lit hogan. It was nothing but a few stout timbers covered with mud. In the center of the ceiling, there was a small square hold through which the smoke from the fire drifted...


I Am A Success, Thomas Pendergast Jan 1963

I Am A Success, Thomas Pendergast

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I keep in step, I never lack. My eyes are down, I don't look back...


"... Members Of The Faculty...", Ervin Wolff Jan 1963

"... Members Of The Faculty...", Ervin Wolff

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The girl walked past the small lake on campus. It was a lovely Indian summer afternoon in November and it was pleasant just to pass through the clumps of trees and bushes, stepping over or around the occasional couples, and see them fluttering breezily in bright and warm autumn colors and feel the soft air...


To Pelorus Jack, John C N Smith Jan 1963

To Pelorus Jack, John C N Smith

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From 1871 to 1912, Pelorus Jack, a large porpoise, guided ships through the treacherous waters of French Pass, just off the coast of New Zealand. Prior to 1871 the unpredictable currents and jagged underwater rocks in the pass had been responsible for heavy losses of both ships and men...


The Circle, William Nolan Jan 1963

The Circle, William Nolan

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He tried to listen, but his mind wandered. The religious words seemed weak and ineffective out in the open air. They were solemn, somber, dusty words that weren't vital enough to compete with the breeze and the bright sun and the fresh smell of the evergreens...


Senile Ward, Beth Benson Jan 1963

Senile Ward, Beth Benson

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What do you want from me, old man? You take my hand, flat between the two of yours. Go ahead...


The Uprising, Julian Sorel Jan 1963

The Uprising, Julian Sorel

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On a late Friday afternoon of spring, the door of Johnson Hall opened, and Michael Armstrong stepped out into the autumnal brilliance...


Qed, John Essig Jan 1963

Qed, John Essig

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The Third Day, Barbara Buchwald Jan 1963

The Third Day, Barbara Buchwald

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Charlie Aristotle walked, as he always did in the late afternoon, down the dark, dirty stairs off the street to The Pour House...


In His Image, John A. Walker Jan 1963

In His Image, John A. Walker

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The alarm clock clanged noisily. A hairy arm reached in the direction of the noise...


Saturday And Nothin' To Do, Sherry Stoddard Jan 1963

Saturday And Nothin' To Do, Sherry Stoddard

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Fred sat under the tree and looked at his feet. His sneakers had holes in them. His mother hated the dirty old shoes, but she was at home now...


The Visit, Nell Bruner Jan 1963

The Visit, Nell Bruner

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"I'm glad you decided to come with me." As we climbed the uneven stairs, the large woman in front of me turned her head back to speak...


Lodging In The Night, Gary Greenwood Jan 1963

Lodging In The Night, Gary Greenwood

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So this is hell. Mr. Tyro stood in front of the polished desk and stared unbelievingly at his pale reflection in the mirror on an adjoining wall...


The Sparrow, David J. Kennison Jan 1963

The Sparrow, David J. Kennison

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Mr. Bender left the tavern at ten minutes of twelve on a Saturday evening, and lurched uncertainly in the direction of home. Home, a ten by ten cubicle containing one cot, one chest of drawers, and one chair...


Corn Cutting, Mary Dickson Jan 1963

Corn Cutting, Mary Dickson

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Every morning, except after rain, the bellowing whistle would give out a slow hiss eventually breaking into a kind of steamboat drone...


Legacy, James Avey Jan 1963

Legacy, James Avey

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Alfred Turner sat hunched over his plate, transferring food to his mouth in a steady, unbroken stream...


Eternal Uncertainty, Jean Kirlin Jan 1963

Eternal Uncertainty, Jean Kirlin

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It's not the night that is afraid But the early morning...


Lily, Sherry Stoddard Jan 1963

Lily, Sherry Stoddard

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Lily knelt on her hands and knees in the center of the master bedroom, working a yellowed rag up and down along the boards of the oak floor...


On The Pacific, Donald Watkins Jan 1963

On The Pacific, Donald Watkins

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Beneath the green hill by Trinidad Head, Sleeping the frail token of all his age, The old fisherman of wooden ships and this whaling bay Breathes an aspen sleep by the wordy chant of the sea...


Weltanschauung, Don A. Graybill Jan 1963

Weltanschauung, Don A. Graybill

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Thalidomide babies and syphilitic old men are beautiful yes, because we know who made them so all glory to His name...


Ballad In Black And White, Dave Thomas Jan 1963

Ballad In Black And White, Dave Thomas

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'Tis the black of the night in Jackson now: There's nothing astir in sight. So grab you a shovel and come along, Nigger knockin' with me tonight...


The Guilty One, Diane Taylor Jan 1963

The Guilty One, Diane Taylor

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He let me out of the car and I started walking toward school. I don't know why, but huge tears swelled within and my throat suddenly became sore...


The Introvert, Peter Proul Jan 1963

The Introvert, Peter Proul

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As I sat dreaming, a child came to me and asked, "Why are you happy?" I turned away and felt foolish for smiling in the sun...


After The Party: January 1, Donald Watkins Jan 1963

After The Party: January 1, Donald Watkins

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Grim morning, Night's slim lady steels her eyes with coffee, Gently pleating and binding the body Which armed every man the night before with His heart's try lance; she crushes an olive while Under foot,...


Hero, Keith Carlson Jan 1963

Hero, Keith Carlson

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"If you must shoot, aim low and try to cripple, not kill." I laid down the Duty Officer instructions and yawned...


Like Clay, Judith E. Meredith Jan 1963

Like Clay, Judith E. Meredith

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The small boy leaned, stomach first, against the meat display case, traced circles with the toe of his left show behind the braced right leg, and peeked through the glass at his father, who was methodically chopping meat...


Kira's Escape, Wendy A. Bie Jan 1963

Kira's Escape, Wendy A. Bie

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Long furlongs flew I, alone afoot, From larks and trees and precious things Toward bleak despair or freedom's arms...


L'Univers De Georges, Barbara Buchwald Jan 1963

L'Univers De Georges, Barbara Buchwald

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The sun slipped behind the last row of low, brick huts and left the world in a warm, gray twilight...