‘\ That had been Craig up there at the organ then, making that music which could have caused Ingersoll to kneel! But she hadn't known then of ccmrse that it was Graig. He was so tall and charming and his eyes twinkled when he first said hello to her. She had known then that he was her prince like... Show more‘\ That had been Craig up there at the organ then, making that music which could have caused Ingersoll to kneel! But she hadn't known then of ccmrse that it was Graig. He was so tall and charming and his eyes twinkled when he first said hello to her. She had known then that he was her prince like in the fairy tales and how gently and devotedly he would love her always. But that awful night!...no, she wouldn't think about it. She would think about that day and how lovely the church had been all decorated with flowers and candles. Eheryone had cane, and they all said what a beautiful bride she was and how very happy they knew she and Craig would be together. She hadn't known about him then. She hadn't known then that he was sick in his mind, that there was something that de him ant to do dirty unnatural things! Pocr raig! Of course, he wasn't really that way, it was ust a sickness, and he was over that now. Celeste hought how perfect their life together really would be now, holy and pure like the music. God had for- given Craig, she knew, because God was loving and gentle and Craig had just been sick in his mind. ‘ The quiet rainbow was flickering now like an old gas lamp about to go out, receding into the shadows. Craig flicked on the light over the organ and turned to next Sunday's hymns. He knew he really ought to play over them once before they went home although he did not love them nearly as well and they took so less concentration. Celeste liked this one, he mus --that is, if she really hows how to like 1hing. His poor Celeste! His wife. At that thought he grimaced bitterly. He and his newly married wife wggld soon go to their night's rest in their separate b ocms. God! Didn't her doctor have any concern at] all for £2 sanity? \ 5 But he know best, Craig supposed. He clenched his 12 Show less
Amelioration How to make a better world? Here's the wisest plan- When the battle flags are furled Try to better man. All the guns lined 'up in night Do but little good. Caste and creed rimst first unite . Into brotherhood! When the war now going‘ on Runs its bitter course, What will peace depend... Show moreAmelioration How to make a better world? Here's the wisest plan- When the battle flags are furled Try to better man. All the guns lined 'up in night Do but little good. Caste and creed rimst first unite . Into brotherhood! When the war now going‘ on Runs its bitter course, What will peace depend upon- Love of peace or force? Wars may borders rearrange, Alter map and chart. Something deeper thought must change-u- It's the human heart. James J. Nelson 19 Show less
PERSPECTIVE Here, sitting so close to this wall, I see only a stretch of blank plaster. If I could move back I might see the window And the dooro uéFlorence Eblland
ESCAPIST'S PRAYER NUW I lay me down to sleep; Within Conventicn*s shell I creep; A search for trafin I will not make For sleep is kiwi ~ 9 I dare not wake; I pray thee, Lora, my soul to take. -Beryl.Johnson ~44v
STRONG YOUNG LOVE Strong young love With strong brown arms Hold me Touch my body Make it softly gold. Touch my hair Make it blazingusun. Strong young love With strong brown arms Love me! And let the rains fall. ~~Jean Harrison .9-
STARS (No. 2) Stars are nearer than men, For stars understand. Timeless confidants, They have heard the recurring 'questions And suggested answers. Far enough to see with undimmed eyes, They are near. --Maxine Berntsen I .20...
SPRING RETURN Ybu forget so much when you go away. You forget how wide main street looks com- pared to its length and how the false- front buildings crouch low leaving plenty of room for the sky. The town stretches itself along the ground trying to fill up as much of the prairie as it can. Only... Show moreSPRING RETURN Ybu forget so much when you go away. You forget how wide main street looks com- pared to its length and how the false- front buildings crouch low leaving plenty of room for the sky. The town stretches itself along the ground trying to fill up as much of the prairie as it can. Only the grain elevators by the depot stand high and mold the wheat from the flat spreads of fields into unique skyscrapers, How they stand empty waiting for the sum- mer sun to form and ripen the small gold— en wheat kernels which will fill them in the fall. The town is bounded by the highway on one end and the railroad on the other with main street connecting the two. The grain fields push themselves up to these limits and resent the hard paVeo ment, packed earth, buildings, cement sidewalks, and steel rails which build an infertile gap between the strips of land. The sun is just coming up by the time you've driven the thirty miles home from the train. When you get outvofl the can and smell the air it's the kind of smell captured in sheets. when they've. been washed and hung outside on a sunny day. Then the rest of the fanily wakes up and everyone has coffee and talks. Pretty €1.5- Show less
WE WANDER AS IN A DUST STORM We wander, as in a dust storm; The images before us are dim and unreal. We grope towards them, Hoping to find support, Only to find them lost in a cloud of obscurity. We have lost the rock, We flounder about Trying to hide our fright by walking Faster And faster.... Show moreWE WANDER AS IN A DUST STORM We wander, as in a dust storm; The images before us are dim and unreal. We grope towards them, Hoping to find support, Only to find them lost in a cloud of obscurity. We have lost the rock, We flounder about Trying to hide our fright by walking Faster And faster. Christ, where is Thy mercy that shows us Thy salvation? Thy grace that gives us wiéaom? Thy love that teaches us love? Come to us that we may stand straight, That we may walk steadily with confidence, That the dim forms may be clear And that we may see the black and the white, That the gray may disappear, The winds cease, u ‘And the sun shine. --Florence Helland .10 o Show less
EVENING GUEST Silent_steps upon the stairs, The friendly sight of a half-open, expectant dour, The words spoken in warm welcome, The coat and hath-taken to a resting place, then forgotten, The remembered incidents, forgotten faces, memories revived, Catching-up on lost time, renewing old thoughts... Show moreEVENING GUEST Silent_steps upon the stairs, The friendly sight of a half-open, expectant dour, The words spoken in warm welcome, The coat and hath-taken to a resting place, then forgotten, The remembered incidents, forgotten faces, memories revived, Catching-up on lost time, renewing old thoughts, instilling new ones, watching television or looking at pictures, The smell of fresh coffee brewing, the taste of dainty sandwiches, Laughter and then a worried look-- The baby coughing--we look to see; all is W611, More coffee, conversation (some deep; some general) all warm and friendly, Jests, humor, a blushing face, gentle laughter, watching the pop-corn popping, delighted by its smell, delighted more at taste. Then it's time to go, growing late, the thank yous, the invitation to return,. ‘ warm, friendly goodbyes, then down the stairs and outside-- "ThAnkst" "Goodnightt" "we'll see you!" "Come againt" The heart glows--warmed with a contentment, a peace. --LeRoy Conyers Show less
FREEDOM They call it freedom-- The right to retreat Into the comforting warmth Of tested paths. And they call it freedom-- The right to break 19036 Into the tight grip Of antiutraditionalisté Conventionalized by rebellion. And He calls it freedom-- The right to be caught In the tension of Weak... Show moreFREEDOM They call it freedom-- The right to retreat Into the comforting warmth Of tested paths. And they call it freedom-- The right to break 19036 Into the tight grip Of antiutraditionalisté Conventionalized by rebellion. And He calls it freedom-- The right to be caught In the tension of Weak strength And independent reliance. —-Florenoe Helland .18- Show less
FOG I like fog Sometimes cold SometimeS'Narm But always penetrating. Fog is friendly; It seems to close about you And cuddle up» The fcg gets thicker And thicker And 131') 3.0103!“ And finally the fog Begins to form into little drops And rains start to fall; n-L. David Hanson .7—
But time here--like time everywhere—dwas fickle and deceptive; find suddenly I heard the chimes of the clock in the tower across the way telling me it was time to go. Where had the night gone? I did not know, but it was gone» And there were so many places still to go-wso many places to say... Show moreBut time here--like time everywhere—dwas fickle and deceptive; find suddenly I heard the chimes of the clock in the tower across the way telling me it was time to go. Where had the night gone? I did not know, but it was gone» And there were so many places still to go-wso many places to say goodabye to. The old church up on the hill, the statue across the way-~on1y a few mfectes more» I stood for a moment, trying iv remember everything as it was that fizgntnaand then turned and walked quickly taaird the waiting car. --Pat Adams -24A- Show less
NIGHT‘PASSAGE So dark and lonely night does wander o'er its course to greet the morn. Its pallid lips with dawn are kissed And passes, then, my sight. 0 how I wish that I could follow Into climes I've never seen. There to gaze on glorious wonders- Strange, perplexing; awe-inspiring. These sights,... Show moreNIGHT‘PASSAGE So dark and lonely night does wander o'er its course to greet the morn. Its pallid lips with dawn are kissed And passes, then, my sight. 0 how I wish that I could follow Into climes I've never seen. There to gaze on glorious wonders- Strange, perplexing; awe-inspiring. These sights, what would they be? What answers, questions would they bare? Ah met The night departs too soon- And I must, earthbound, stay. -LeRoy Conyers .39- Show less
TREE IN WINTER Gaunt, leafless now, It stands alone, Black against the sky, Naked to the winds that whip it, stripped of hope, Like passers-by. --Maxine Berntsen -58-
