Everytime a professor goes out of town we have a test. But anyway, I got Hic and Huc wrong. We were ' supposed to say Stay Here, maneo hic , and Come Here (hither), venio huc. I forgot the Hic and the Huc and got it wrong, what a child here. Listen to the name of i this song. . . l'Reba the... Show moreEverytime a professor goes out of town we have a test. But anyway, I got Hic and Huc wrong. We were ' supposed to say Stay Here, maneo hic , and Come Here (hither), venio huc. I forgot the Hic and the Huc and got it wrong, what a child here. Listen to the name of i this song. . . l'Reba the Amoeba". ‘ Here I am on the second sheet already. Wouldn't you like to take orientation courses and shuck them >into the Garribia river? Headlines: "Rolling girl throws orientation course in Gambia. . .local girl shucks orientation. . .Omnsk student changes curric- ulum. . .former WHS student falls off tricycle. former Bolton girl wins spelling bee. . ." impossible, gad! V I have a part. in the new play "Antigone" from the same three part play of Sophocles (you know, I told you about it; Oedipus Res in part I etc.) Should be quite good. I wish you could come to see it. I have the part of the nurse to Antigone and Ismene. I don't imagine I'll do it black face though---not clean enough. And we don't want anything dirty in it - - - or sexy- - - consider the audience! Then. . . did I tell you . we are doing "Murder in the Cathedral", or Tom is dead, we loved him well. I trust you will take the opportunity to read T. S. Eliot and realize that it is quite effective and certainly w0uld be interesting read and interpreted by a Quartet. Well, I'm completely off my rocket to the moon, Willie, I hope you have stuck by me this far. We discovered this morning that one never says "I have been really lucky today" but "I have been very lucky today". Both are correct however. I shall put some English gems in my letters quite regularly because I realize that you don't learn English at your school. We don't learn typing here. We do learn Latin, or until we started on the fourth conjugation we did. I have found out that the sign of the drug profession of old (old Rome) is a snake. Since I am in love with a pharmacist from Brest by the name of Vladimir Ornoff 21 Show less
MIST The mist drifts in as soft as silken hair That falls in ringlets from a sodden sky And covers up a day that was quite fair And beautiful to see. Then I ask why? Why take away the golden summer's day And steal the glory of the noon day sun? Why does the mist have this great right-of-way As... Show moreMIST The mist drifts in as soft as silken hair That falls in ringlets from a sodden sky And covers up a day that was quite fair And beautiful to see. Then I ask why? Why take away the golden summer's day And steal the glory of the noon day sun? Why does the mist have this great right-of-way As from the day it has a battle won? But mist has beauty too, beneath it's shroud. Each tiny shimmering drop is like a pearl. Mist covers up the harsh and dims the loud And does a time of tranquil peace unfurl. This time of peace mist gives to world and man Is like a gift to us from God's great plan. BOnnie Jean Hanse SNOW Silently it comes-«softly with tenderness Making everything it touches virginal and fresh. Heaven's night eye surveys the green and white Vestal virgins sleeping coldly. Off somewhere a wolf breaks the unmarked air. The holy ladies stir at the low crying of the wind. And their haughty purity is sprinkled to the hills . Naked they await God's next onslaught. David L. Johnson 17 Show less
ME* : Silence. The top . . . And at something. In search of Into the sky The rocks, reaching Trees standing far from *This poem to be read from the bottom up. TO A WOMAN Soft drooping curve of hair Plunges pasta flashing eye , Outward. Smear of burnt wood eyebrow Saucily tilted saying: “Know me .... Show moreME* : Silence. The top . . . And at something. In search of Into the sky The rocks, reaching Trees standing far from *This poem to be read from the bottom up. TO A WOMAN Soft drooping curve of hair Plunges pasta flashing eye , Outward. Smear of burnt wood eyebrow Saucily tilted saying: “Know me . ” And I cannot know her As I would. David L. Johnson 11 Show less
.»«ugsburg College George Sverdrup Library Minneapolis, MN 55454 .If life is but a day, Then day is only a moment. . . Grasp the image firmly - Lest it drift until dusk. from "Wisdom at Dawn” Maynard Danielson Augsburg College, Vol. III, 1960
EDITOR'S FORWARD Man is always seeking ways of expressing his fears, apprehensions, desires and other emotions . We feel that one excellent way of achieving such expression is through the medium of literature. In hope of fulfilling our participation in Augsburg's 1960 Festival of Fine Arts... Show moreEDITOR'S FORWARD Man is always seeking ways of expressing his fears, apprehensions, desires and other emotions . We feel that one excellent way of achieving such expression is through the medium of literature. In hope of fulfilling our participation in Augsburg's 1960 Festival of Fine Arts celebration this second issue of the ARKAI comes to you, with no pretensions . We offer a small collection of miscellany including , we hope, a measure of quality and the genuine. Joyce S. Birkeland Show less
Newstand man: Chorus: Newspape r editor: History teacher: Math teacher: S-ec retary: Chorus: Down in the hole lady - down in the hole like a mole in the dark where the pushing bodies crush a soul and a man can't breathe and the smell is sweat. The pulse is pounding in the city of man , and plan... Show moreNewstand man: Chorus: Newspape r editor: History teacher: Math teacher: S-ec retary: Chorus: Down in the hole lady - down in the hole like a mole in the dark where the pushing bodies crush a soul and a man can't breathe and the smell is sweat. The pulse is pounding in the city of man , and plan deranged Madison Avenue where fur strolls upon pinched bodies in girdles tight and urchins fight in the crowded street teeming millions crowded tight in one big , bad crime mad hell-bent, heaven sent throbbing, screaming , yelling city. ., . America is the land of opportunity the land of milk and honey. If one started with a penny and doubled his sum each day I think it safe to say that in a year . I fear the boss's anger but I won‘t be pinched no more I'm black and blue through and through a girl's got rights° Or so they say that man has rights , don‘t ask who says we are the trees that stand and stare in lonely clumps in witted parks we don't condemn we watch and wait. 3 Show less
AUTUMN GHOSTS I I walk the woods in solitude in autumn's smoky haze, And thrOugh the leaves of brown and gold, proud Red Men go their ways: A phantom draws a bowstring, and a phantom deer leaps high, And phantom hunters raise aloud their wild, ghostly cry. But when I try to follow them, to join... Show moreAUTUMN GHOSTS I I walk the woods in solitude in autumn's smoky haze, And thrOugh the leaves of brown and gold, proud Red Men go their ways: A phantom draws a bowstring, and a phantom deer leaps high, And phantom hunters raise aloud their wild, ghostly cry. But when I try to follow them, to join them in the chase. They fade in shadow, steal away, then run again their race. And I again am left alone, among the darkened trees , Yet hear a faint and haunting cry, borne back on autumn breeze . Julie Medbery 14 Show less
LIFE IN LIBERTY The town had gone to rest. One light after the other was swallowed up into the darkness of the night. The streets were deserted and only now and then a car rushed by. The heat of the past day had created an uncomfortable humidity which was a burden for the whole town. Philip Baker... Show moreLIFE IN LIBERTY The town had gone to rest. One light after the other was swallowed up into the darkness of the night. The streets were deserted and only now and then a car rushed by. The heat of the past day had created an uncomfortable humidity which was a burden for the whole town. Philip Baker rolled restlessly on his bed. He tried to fall asleep but it was just too hot. The air arOund him was filled with tension. In his restlessness he saw himself sitting on a charge of dynamite with the fuse lit. Suddenly, for the instant of a second, a bright beam bathed the whole room in a yellow-green light. A loud thunder like the shooting of a cannon followed the lightning interrupting violently the silence . Phil jumped up and rushed to the window. He looked into the night which was in short intervals lighted by beams of lightning. Without luck he waited for the falling of the cooling rain° Phil was disappointed. After all these hours of sweat and restlessness no relief had come . He returned to his bed to take up the fight with sleeplessness again, It was not only the heat which kept Phil awake. There were other tensions which moved in his mind shouting to be heard. He thought of his friend and classmate Joe Smith, who had been arrested a few days ago because he had declined to leave a lunch counter which showed the sign "Whites Only." Phil thought also of Mr. Jones who lived only a few blocks away. Mr. Jones had registered his name so that he could take part in the last election according to his citizenship rights . Quite clearly Phil saw Mr. Jones' car with its broken windows and the three “K's” smeared over the hood. Phil's tension and restlessness was not only of outside heat. His inside was quite hot also. His eyes were directed toward the wall opposite him. In the brightness of the lightning a large book page could be noticed. It was fastened to the wall. Phil had read its coilitext many times. "The Gettysburg Address" was its? t1t e . . 1 8 1 Show less
SENTRY DUTY He was wet and cold and hungry and he was fifty thousand light-years from home . A strange yellow sun gave light and the gravity, twice what he was used to, made movement difficult. But in thousands of centuries this part of war had not changed. The flyboys were fine with their sleek... Show moreSENTRY DUTY He was wet and cold and hungry and he was fifty thousand light-years from home . A strange yellow sun gave light and the gravity, twice what he was used to, made movement difficult. But in thousands of centuries this part of war had not changed. The flyboys were fine with their sleek spaceships and their fancy weapons. When the chips were down, though, it was still the foot soldier, the infantry, that had to take the ground and hold it, foot by bloody foot. Like this lousy planet of a star he'd never heard of until they'd landed him there. And now it was sacred ground because the Aliens were there, too. The Aliens, the only other intelligent race in the Galaxy. . . cruel, hideous, and repulsive monsters. Contact had been made with them near the center of the Galaxy, after the slow, difficult colonization of a dozen thousand planets; and it had been war at sight; they'd shot without even trying to negotiate , or to make peace. Now, planet by bitter planet, it was being fought out. He 'was wet and cold and hungry, and the day was raw with a strong wind that hurt his eyes. But the Alien: were trying to infiltrate and every sentry post was vital. He stayed alert, gun ready. Fifty thousand light- years from home, fighting on a strange world and wondering if he'd every live to see home again. And then he saw one of them crawling toward him. He drew a bead and fired. The Alien made that strange horrible sound they all make , then lay still. He shuddered at the sound and sight of the Alien lying there. One ought to be able to get used to them 12 Show less
Soda jerk: Chorus: Taxi drive r: Chorus: Like I said you keep eating banana splits you gonna get mighty fat, baby so all she says is maybe. . . Living in a pigeon city of soot carved buildings leaning heavy on the sky we tremble in the loneliness of wide grey eyes tear-filled with fear . The... Show moreSoda jerk: Chorus: Taxi drive r: Chorus: Like I said you keep eating banana splits you gonna get mighty fat, baby so all she says is maybe. . . Living in a pigeon city of soot carved buildings leaning heavy on the sky we tremble in the loneliness of wide grey eyes tear-filled with fear . The tempo slows the dusk descends as work day ends. . . Others go home while I still roam the city majestic in the rainbow glare of flashing pink and yellow. The solid black of alley cat has wrapt its furry body round the city that man built. Cynthia Jac obs en Show less
algebra once in a while. This next semester is a crucial one. Yah. So Willie, be true, blue glue, and stick to your books, (cf. fish glue PU). Every time yOu go into the Rainbow look at the floor and say, I hope you don‘t judge my morals by what I'm going to say, but I'm a mid-Victorian and then... Show morealgebra once in a while. This next semester is a crucial one. Yah. So Willie, be true, blue glue, and stick to your books, (cf. fish glue PU). Every time yOu go into the Rainbow look at the floor and say, I hope you don‘t judge my morals by what I'm going to say, but I'm a mid-Victorian and then look up into his eyes and smile , and say thank you, and walk away. I am the receiver of the yellow rib-bone or what- ever it is one gets, a 100 point job at least. Today we went to have our pictures taken at the gym. we were just coming in and some one ran out and said, better hurry because the Rolling Players are lining up now. Of course it was necessary to go one mile out of the way to get upstairs and downstairs etc . and I came panting up the stairway and there was agroup just ready for the final click. I frantically stopped them and said I had to be in this picture too so they placed me in the middle of the second row, no less, and took the picture. When it was over , someone said, "Why Alba, I didn't know you were in Ushers Club.” I'm not. 0 gad, I've done it, gotten in the wrong picture. What shall I do. The shame of it. I'm to be branded a Bewildered One (BO) . . .Will of Tapioca! I think that a good thing would be to use the song, "You Belong to Me" as a theme. Also to shoot all orientation teachers . What kind of adamant course is that any how. I think I shall perish. How about a write in for Pogo? If you want to be sick tomorrow just sleep with a bar of soap under your arm, and you will wake with a fever. . .I have never tried it. I never touch the under of my arms with water or soap. I am entirely unsafe, entirely. The honorable Dr. W. , dear that he is , said that no human being is capable of guessing the right answer and that whenever said R. L. had achoice he inevitably guessed wrong, so as advice he told us that if we must guess , to guess and then to take the other answer. What a man! I got another A- on my Latin test today. 20 Show less
. a fine Lutheran lad. . . I feel it only fitting and proper that you accept this picture of a snake to hold next to your heart forever! or at least in your pocket book. My dear Willie , you must read Thomas Wolfe if you ever read anything. That man does more with words than can be done. . .... Show more. a fine Lutheran lad. . . I feel it only fitting and proper that you accept this picture of a snake to hold next to your heart forever! or at least in your pocket book. My dear Willie , you must read Thomas Wolfe if you ever read anything. That man does more with words than can be done. . . wonderful. I imagine it gets pretty flowery after a while, but for a short selection its wunderbar. I can (could) do nothing but screech and my emo- tions went completely out of control because you insist on using my maiden name on your addreSSOgraph machine . We had quite an intriguing man here who spoke about otters and he had two of them with him. They are quite wonderful little pets and I feel that we need one because they walk with their backs humped. (CLDT-crushed lips dOn't talk! Today's plank may be tomorrow's driftwood.) I'll close now until we again have that delicate pudding for our evening board and then shall send you a paper dipped in it. Love you in your Burgundy Burlap dress . Did you hear about the house with the B .B . walls? Did you get my scroll? I love you out loud Willie! Hark the Phantom of Rolling every shrieks before a death. Mjork 22 Show less
