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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
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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
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moment I stepped quickly from the
tomb and breathed deeply- of the
fresh night air.
By Rita Jackson
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the new recreation building idea.
Although no definite location
has been settled upon, chances are
that the area just west of the
driveway below the barn would
serve the best. It is fairly level,
close to the main parking lot and
bus turn, and would be ideal for
the handling of large numbers of
people for any event.
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