The Nittany cub. (Erie, Pa.) 1948-1971, January 24, 1967, Image 2

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    Note: The following is merely the
personal opinion of the editor.
Even the Keystone Cops had a lot
over the Behrend chapter of the Keystone
Society. At least they did something.
The Keystone Society, for the benefit
of those freshmen sho have forgotten
since orientation week, is the Univer
sity honor society.
Throughout the Fall Term I was
warned, somewhat jokingly, that if I
ever wrote anything against the Key
stone Society I would never be asked
to join. At the same time I was re
assured that the entire membership--
all three students--was doing the
preliminary paperwork. We are now
going into the third week of the winter
term and have yet to see the proverbial
fruits of these labors.
Yes, I want to be a member of the
soicety. I'm status conscious. And it
is likely that those former Behrend
students who recently transferred to
University Park are also. If ever asked
why they were never in Keystone, how
will they answer? The truth sounds like
a gross exaggeration or, at least, a
shabby excuse.
Well, I understand that same action
is going to be forced now; two of the
members are transferring from Behrend
at the end of this term. Take your
time guys- You still have seven weeks.
AND A THOUGHT FOR YOU-THE 'FUTURE
Just a light shone. The darkness
was not black It was purple. The
rock he sat upon was hurting his body.
He could not move from the spot. He
imagined the valley burning; the purple
color disappeared. The valley became
black, the true black. He imagined
rising from the rock and walking
down the hill. The stream was
glimmering from the silver scales
of the floating dead fish. Trees
were standing, yet their clothing
was gone; they die from over
exposure. To his left was the
smoke-scarred foundation of the
church. Two steps forward and
he stepped upon the hand of a
small child or an old woman. No
blood was seen; the hand could
have belonged to a doll. But he
knew.... Bis mind had reached its
turning point. The darkness
changed back to purple, and the
light still shone--yet barely.
THE CUB
Editor: Ruth Brown
Assistant: Carol
CONTRIBUTING STAFF: Judy
Fong, John Jackson, Gail
Bracalento, Jim Mlchali,
Mary Jane Riney, Jon Fret
tymen, Jane Gates, Paul
Wilson, Jan Puzar, Bob Dovi
chak.
Jane Gates
De Arment