Poet’s Corner
by Charles
It’s rain again this evening, Albert,
You know what that should mean
Miss Loneliness will show up soon
To sadden the evening’s dream.
It’s just like her to pick a night
Which should be spent at rest
With some sweet lover lying near
To offer her nectared breast.
But the suckling won’t be sweet
tonight
With Loneliness so near
Her bosom’s milk is paranoia
Spiced with salts of fear.
My God, a man gets so strung out
For woman’s healing touch
His soul dries up inside if he
Should think of her too much
The evening’s rain won’t quench the
thirst
Nor serve to heal the wound.
It only makes my mind ache worse
By closing in the room.
Albert, Albert, why the hell
Can’t I escape this present?
A little femninity
Could make my now so pleasant.
But no one new and nothing good
Will show up on the scene
I only know that she’ll return
To he who she has weened.
If the rain will only slack enough
Perhaps I’ll go outside
And find another place in which
I may attempt to hide.
So take care of our home, Dear
Albert,
And watch while I am gone
I will return as usual
Alone, before the dawn.
“Oh, forgive me, I didn’t know
That anyone was here
When the rain increased I looked
to see
It there were shelter near
But now I see it’s occupied
So I’ll be on my way.
I hope the morrow brings to you
A better, sunny day.”
“Oh no, please stay, there’s plenty
room,
Besides this rain may last
And if you’re here we’ll talk a bit
To make the evening pass.”
“With such a lovely lady near
I’ll gladly stay all night.”
“Why thank you, sir, your presence
makes
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My rainy evening bright
Have you no one waiting up
For your return to home?
Or are you too, a bit like me
And much too much alone.”
“Aye, m’lady, I live alone
And no one waits for me,
Except my kitten Albert,
Who keeps me company.
But nights like this, though try
he may.
He cannot do the chore
Of keeping dreaded Loneliness
From coming through the door.”
“Good sir, your tale is sad indeed,
But not unique to you
On rainy evenings Loneliness
Oft pays me visits too.
In fact, tis this which drives me out
And makes me walk the street
But truly thought I not this evening
A man like you I’d meet. ‘
But come please, sir, the rain has
ceased
I should be getting home.
If you’d only walk me there
I’d need not feel alone.
But pray you sir, before we leave
Let’s share a lover’s kiss
For meeting you this rainy evening
Has filled my heart with bliss.”
Good morning Albert, little friend,
How are you today?
Did you miss me much last evening
While I was away?
You probably slept as usual
And-didn’t even miss me
But wake up Albert, listen now
A lovely lady kissed me 1
A lovely, oh so gentle lady
Kissed me, ah! Twas grand!
She placed her precious lips to mine
And took me by the hand.
We walked and talked of, oh! such
things
The evening was so nice
And then what do you think she did
But stopped and kissed me twice!
At last when it was time to leave
We vowed to meet again
So soon you’ll have the chance to
meet her
For yourself, my friend.
But now I have a need to rest
And curl up ’neath the cover
Though last here woke a lonely man
Tonight here sleeps a lover.
ATTENTION HUNGRY STUDENTS!
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(ALL YOU CAN EAT)
October 30, 1970
Dr. Olivio Lagrone:
New Prof Of
Black Experience
by Chandler Wolf
Black History was the subject of
Dr. Olivio Lagrone, reknowned black
artist, sculptor, author, and poet
from Detroit, as he outlined the con
tributions of Black Americans in a
presentation at the Community Cen
ter of Middletown. The presentation
of Dr. Lagrone was part of an en
deavor by one of our Capitol students
to shed light upon aspects of the
Black man’s heritage.
Dr. Legrone’s lecture, given at the
center on October 12, was received
with enthusiasm by those in attend
ance. The remarkable nature of this
man’s presentation was illustrated in
the effectiveness of his communica
tion with the local area youth pre
sent.
Certainly, Capitol Campus is quite
fortunate to have a man such as Dr.
Lagrone on its faculty this year.
He is a black man of genuine talent
and genius in his field of the arts.
Highspire Man
Admits
To Slaying
by Roger Nielsen
Ronald Lebo, 28, of 193 Market St.,
Highspire confessed to the slaying of
an albino button buck, Lebo willingly
confessed to a reporter from the Sun
day Patriot News. His confession ap
peared in the October 11,1970 edition
of that paper.
Lebo spoke freely about his actions.
He was quoted as saying, “There’s
no comparison between a rifle and a
bow kill.”
“A rifle does all the work for you,
but the bow makes it a real thrill be
cause you have to get in so much
closer to the game.”
The same article also stated that
Lebo had previously slain two other
deer with a rifle.
The Highspire Police Department
has as yet failed to bring Lebo to
justice. At last report, he is still at
large.