Center Corner Without a doubt Old Range could in his prime, point more grouse than any other dog my friend Ed had ever owned. Unfortunately in Range’s latest years has failing sight led to a number of odd if not ridiculous situations. On one -occa sion Ed and I hunted a thick grow th of small hemlocks and saplings which was made extremely difficult to penetrate by a scattering of brush piles throughout. With us we had Range, Spot, and Blackie, who owed his “off” color to his Irish set ter mother’s accidental meeting with a romatic English setter. That morning Range found that keeping up with the younger, more ener getic black pup took more vitality than he possessed; consequently he fell behind. While following Black- My Trip t Just a little past midnight, Jan uary 16, 1948, the nice old man in the white clad outfit arrived and put me on his little cart; it seem that the trip to the operating room would never end. As he wheeled me through the solemn halls of the fourth floor, a small procession of nurses formed in back of me. My mind was going wild with thoughts of what was about to happen, but it soon started to get black and hazy as the gas took effect. A nurse held my hand and I knew my nails-were digging harder and. harder into the palm of her hand, but I was scared and I couldn’t help it. Then a parrot began yelp ing, “Careful of the hole, it’s so dark, so dark, so dark, so dark, so dark.’” I was looking into the hole; the parrot seemed to be screech ing louder. A nurse with a soft voice was comforting me, saying “Death Where Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be buried alive? Well, you don’t have to be six feet under to find out. An exper ience like the one I had can give you a fafirly good idea. It happened late one gray spring afternoon, during one of my frequent visits to my Aunt Elbe's crypt in Pine Grove Cemetery. The huge maus oleum -where Auntie rested was shaded by two overgrown spruce trees, which gave the doorway a rather bleak appearance. I slowly pushed open the full length glass door and entered the dark, cheer less building very quietly, for no matter how often I went there, it never failed to bring out goose pimples on my flesh. I tiptoed down the dim passageway to that familiar spot where Auntie’s re mains were entombed, left the flowers Mother had picked for her, then made straight for the exit "Kipp* George 8s Busy Receptionist Old Range ie’s course he suddenly encounter ed a charred, blackened stump and immediately fell into a crouch, honoring what his age-dimmed eyes told him was the pup on a point. Spot, who was working a few feet behind Range, stiffened to an abrupt halt as he saw the old dog freeze. Blackie meanwhile had decided to swing around to his rear again and come upon the other two dogs from behind. Seeing them on point, he honored. Ed and I hurried to the spot where they stood, finding not an opportunity to best our wing-shooting abilities on a swift flying grouse but three of the best sellers in the county holding stea dy on a piece of wood. o Oblivion that everything was going to be all right. But that parrot kept scream ing, my feet wouldn’t stay still. My feet -were moving back and forth;, slowly at first and then very swiftly. A nurse held them, but they still kept kicking. I had to get away from there! What was happening to me? I thought my problem could be solved by dying, but I was afraid to die. Why did n’t something happen? That par rot! If it would only stop yelling! Then I was falling into the dark hole and the parrot’s voice kept getting dimmer and dimmer. The next thing I knew, I awoke in a hospital bed, and my mother, so sweet, so tender, and so beautiful, was watching over me. I knew then I was safe. I knew then, too, that I hoped as never before, that that would be my last trip to the oper ating room. Is Thy Sting?” and fresh air. I clutched the knob with both hands in a quick attempt to open the door, for by now I was more than anxious to leave this morose edifice. Then suddenly I gasped as I saw the handle on the outside of the door tumbling down the steps and realized that I held the other half of the broken han dle. Terrified, I could not move; my heart was pounding so heavily that I fairly shook. Outside, the caretaker’s daughter skipped rope. I began frantically to beat the door with both hands. The rattling of the glass immediately attracted attention. Off she dashed in the direction of her home. Dusk was beginning to fall, and I shivered at the thought of the oncoming darkness. Shakily I leaned against the door and waited. Then sudden ly I saw a hazy figure emerge out of the darkness. With a grin the caretaker carefully replaced the by Dick Gordman By Cynthia Loesel THE NITTANY CUB Howie Starks, Gibb Brownlie, and John Spierling were glimpsed the other day while sharp ening their shots for the coming Behrend Center doubles table tennis tournament. Lining up for Chow The Time of Your Life... Students will find it to their ad vantage, especially as an- aid to their studies, to subscribe to eith er or both of Time and Life mag azines. Such subscriptions are available in the campus bookstore. Subscriptions mean, in addition to convenience, a savings of a dol lar and a half a year. Subscrip tions for Life are $4.75 and for Time, $5.00. Gift subscriptions are also avail able. ' A beautiful gift subscrip tion card can be sent to anyone of your choice as an excellent birth day gift. knob and opened the door. In a moment I stepped quickly from the tomb and breathed deeply- of the fresh night air. By Rita Jackson f Compliments of § Forty’s Cleaners | Wesleyville, Pa. 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