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ALL-U DAY
To the whole student body
sales for any event for all U-
Day are over. A notice will be
given when the tickets come in
and those who signed up for
orders must pay then.
As for other activities you
must open your eyes and look,
we can't cover the school with
posters. Everyone received a
calendar of the events
scheduled. Every week the
Social Committee sponsors a
movie on Wednesday night at
8:00 P.M., admission 75c. Last
week we had a turn-out of 10
students, this week 4, we can't
afford it if students can't afford
it. Check out your calendar,
support your activities. Also
last week, there was a fan
tastic movie by the Cultural
Committee called "Savages"
but only a few lucky people saw
it.
By the time this gets out, one
of the few things that attract
people will have been held;
beer parties. The first KGI
Keggar and the Autumn Buzz
both on Saturday are examples
of what is done on this campus.
People won't go to a
gathering unless it's free beer
and music. The XGl's do well
going off campus and mayne
that should be done more often.
But why must there always be
beer? The Social Committee
had a band at the beginning of
the term, no one showed.
WZAP had a record hop a few
weeks ago, no one showed -
why? If we, the Social Com
mittee, can't make money the
less activities you will have. Be
part of your activities.
Social Science Senator
Andy Pivarnik
Frank Deyo joined ROTC.
.9111 a Slteeia" Aakwe I ,ax lettaredeen, we /wedeine
ammo
~ im de diddle dele
e+i„„ yoe
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The first draught serveth for health, the second for pleasure,
the third for shame, and the fourth for madness.
My search brought me at length to the pallid and lifeless village
of Ankleton, and it was in this bleak Colchis that I found my
wandering Lilith. Though my mind is now old and feebled by the
scarry and callous veils that drugs leave in memorial to their
fantastic reveries, I am still able to recall perfectly (although with
some taint of sorrow) all that transpired in that useless town
where people resided only because their parents did so or because
they had no where else to go. Here, at the very brink of Styx, in an
old and crumbling house, living in commune with twelve other
derelicts, I found Lilith. It had been two long and unfortuitous
years since I had last lain eyes on her; we had grown up together
in a small Connecticut business town. We eventually grew a strong
love for each other and made long, happily contented walks in the
country and joyous excursions into town a pleasant habit, but her
clutching parents, out of the jealousies of age, put a stop to these
and all her other pleasures, keeping her locked away for months at
a time with only their leering presences for company. At last she
was forced to run away from her parents and their influence, to
curb the growing depression and ensuing madness that gripped at
her each day. When I learned of her persephonic escape, I was
determined to follow, and at some unforseen and unknowable time
in the future, to make her my wife. Alone and in vain, the shadow
of Odysseus smiling down in contempt superfluous, I searched two
years for Lilith. A letter I received in the middle drudge of October
from a friend back home stopped my wandering and brought me to
this death town of Ankleton and the sterile house where Lilith
dwelt.
How my friend secured Lilith's address, or how that letter ever
found me, I shall never know; indeed, the years and my drugs
have ceased my caring about his methods, although in my
reveries I sometimes wish that my eyes had never read those lines
and idly wonder in hopeless meditation where I would be now if I
had never found Lilith.
C.C. READER
by P.R.J. Smith
Why don't you?
Frank is an Army veteran. He entered the Advance
Program immediately and started drawing $lOO each month
of the school year.
Why not follow Frank's example and have another em
ployment option available to you when you graduate?
Call 243-5121 ext 221-222, collect, and investigate the Army
ROTC program at Dickinson College.
I came upon Ankleton in the twilight of evening as the nocturnal
gloom was just spreading itself among the ancient hovels that
lined its streets and proceeded directly to the address mentioned
in the letter; not once as I walked through the narrow twisty lanes
did I see another living being; no men, no women, no children, not
even a dog or a rat crossed my path as I trudged on. I found the
decaying house locked permanently in the shadow of a mountain
on the desolate southern side of town. The crumbling old mansion
had been a stately bit of architecture at one time with cylindric
towers and carved wooden moultings hinting at past glory, but
now it was tattered and in ill-repair, passing like Comet into an
irrevocable old age. The great fascade of the structure had, at one
time, been painted white, the dingy brown that clung like a disease
to its shell now, however, was just a shadow of that colour. The
lawn was unmown and dotted with tufts of long grass that rose in
blotches like the hair of a man stricken with scurvy. I looked upon
the rotting building and wondered how such a structure could
house my beloved and beautiful Lilith, how her warmth and
kindness could possibly survive in a dwelling of this stoic nature.
I swallowed these sullen thoughts remembering that my search
was at an end, and walked up the cracked concrete steps to the
scratched and stained doorway where I knocked. The call was
answered by a sniffling young man named Cerberic who let me in
without a word. He had dark hair and deep lusterless eyes that
formed a gripping contrast with his complexion which was so pale
as to seem transparent; I imagined I could see the blood throbbing
through his veins beneath the pallor of his flesh. I walked into the
dimly lit hallway that was bereft of any decoration save for a
rotting oriental rug and a cracked and dirty wall mirror. Months
of uncaring living had painted everything with dust, and unhealthy
odors identifiable only as the scent of human habitation wafted
through the stale air like ghosts. Cerberic was staring at me and
scratching an insect bite whose red welt trespassed upon the
pallor of his forearm. I asked him where Lilith was and he silently
pointed into an adjoining room at a flight of stairs that climbed to
the second story of the house. The very air of the rooms seemed
oppressive and alive with some malignant form as I walked alone
up the stairs. More than once I thought I saw dark shapes with long
tangled fur creeping about at the edges of my vision, but whenever
I turned to look they had disappeared.
At the head of the steps was a door that hung open and slightly
off its hinges through which the flickering light of a candle drifted
out into the corridor. I entered the room and saw Lilith lying on a
bare mattress on its floor staring up at the ceiling where the light
from the candle, which crouched on the floor beside the mattress,
traced revolving patterns of light in mock gaiety. Upon my en
trance, she shifted her gaze to me, arose from where she was
lying, and crossed the room with slow steps whispering my name.
Hearing her speak thusly with the low musical tones of her voice
all the doubts and worries of my two years search fell away from
me like so many dead hairs, but one look at her countenance
restored them threefold. My emotions ran toward sorrow and
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Anarcharsis
"Today's Students-
Tomorrow's Leaders"
Major in Leadership
ARMY ROTC
OCTOBER 25, 1974