The capitolist. (Middletown, Pa.) 1969-1973, October 30, 1970, Image 6
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 OLD STONE INN Daily 11 a.m. to 2 a.m. $1.30 Ala Carte Menu Available Evenings (Larger Selection) U a.m. to 11:30 p.m. 4:30 p.m. to 8:30 p.m. $2.00 Sundays 11 a.m. to 7 p.m. $2.00 Your Favorite Mixed Drinks Weekdays Steak Special: Filet Migon or ® eer Served Delmonica with Potato and Vegetable Route 230 Between Highspire and Bread and Butter $2.00 Middletown Phone 944-9209 THE CAPITOLIST 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! SMORGASBORD (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.