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Foundation Gives Grant of $1,000 To Affairs Forum The Selby Foundation, a Sarasota-based philanthropic organiza tion, has awarded the New Colle_ge intemational Affairs Forwn $1, 000 to h e 1 p meet the costs of 1ts conference to be held April 27-29. Third-year student Anna Navarro announced the award yesterday. She was infonned of the grant by letter. According to Ann a the $1 000 together with $750 weeks ago from the Student Activity Ftmd, leaves a deficit of $750 in the conference budget. Dr. David N. Rowe, Director of Graduate Studies in International Relations at Yale University; Dr Stefan T. Possony, Director of International Studies at the Hoover Institution ofW ar, Revolutions and Peace at Stanford; and Dr. John Spanier, Professor of Political Science at the University of Florida have made tentative commitments to participate in the conference. Dr. George Mayer, Fulbright Scholar of History at New College has also agreed to serve as a principal speaker in the conference. The topic for discussion will be "Popular Revolution: What are They and What is U. s. Policy Toward Them?" Areas of spec)al concentration will be Africa, Latin America and Southeast Asia. Several years ago the Selby Foun-dation p 1 edged $750, 000 for a s c i en c e building for the campus. has been paying th1s pledge m yearly installments. Recently part oi the money paid so far was eannarked for construction of the present temporary science laboratory building. The budget of the International Affairs conference will go to paying the of the participants, honorana and miscellaneous ex penses. Receipt of the Selby grant 1s expected to facilitate acquisition of the rest of the required money. A nwnber of other foundations contacted by the Forum group turned down the request, according to Anna. The Selby Foundation grant is non-renewable and for one year only, Anna said. It is scheduled fordisbursement to the committee at the time of the conference. Back on the Job Picketing has stopped on the Hamilton Court construction site, and all sub-contractors have returned their men to work on the project. Robert Graham, head of the general contracting firm for the project, main tainShewillgetthenewdining complex done by Jan. 15 and the entirejol> completed by Feb. 15. Graham this past week has kept men at work during the weekend and also Student Initiated Vote Defeats Proxies for SEC Picture, taken Wed. night, shows workers pourmg concrete for the roof to the dining hall. 1 d h d" College Planning Officer R :ph Sty es sat e was very encourage bY the amount of work done this week. ----------------NC Featured On TV Sunday New College will be featured Sunday at 10:30 am on Perspective, the weekly program by WFLA television about higher education in the Tampa Bay area. Appearing fromN ew College will be third-year student Tom Todd and Infonnation Officer Furman C. Arthur. They will discuss the ideas and objectives of New College in re-: lation to its accomplishments in its first three years. Host and moderator of the program is ,)r. Martin Griffin.'s pre-taped show will be the first of a series of five programs about New College which will be televised at regular intervals in the coming months. The Student Executive Committee Wednesday heard the results of thestudentballot held the day before, which will require the committee to interpret the constitution as disallowing the use of proxies. Students voted 67-65 on the question, to Supervisory Recita l Set Supervisory Committee chairman Katie Smith Pianist Larry Graham, a student of New College Professor of Music Jacques Abram, will offer a piano recital Monday at 7:30 pm in Col-lege Hall. The public is invited to the recital by the young p1an1st who last October was a semi-finalist in the national Van Cliburn competition. Graham, a student during tbe first two New College Summer Music Festivals studied at Juilliard School of Music'and is now working for his degree at the University of South Florida where Abram is also a member of the faculty. On the program for the evening recital will be Bach's Partita in E Minor, Beethoven's Sonata Appas-sionata Opus 57, and Schumann's Sonata in F Sharp Minor. Porking Will Be Lot Ready A surfaced parking lot on the East Campus will be ready for use stuients return in January, accordlDg to Planning Officer Ralph s:yles. The entire job of constructlDg the lot will be done over the Christmas holiday, Styles said, and students may continue to park on the north side of the girls' residence court for the remainder of the independent study period. The new parking lot will hold 1 SO cars and will be situated east of the new dining complex. A ba;;ketball court will occupy one comer of the lot. Committee chainnan Katie Smith. The other alternative on the ballot would have required the SEC to interpret the constitution as allowing the use of proxies, provided the procedure for their use if formalized. The r e suIt s of the ballot were madebindingonthe SEC by membersthemselves at the meeting the week before. The petition calling for the election was sponsored by second-year studentl.aurie Paulson. Acting SEC chairman Steve Hall saidnothing further would be done by the SEC on the question of proxies until January, but indicated there was a possibility a "com pro-mise" proposal would be submitted to students, allowing the S E C to use proxies during Independent Study periods and disallowing their use at all other times. In other action, House Committee Chairro an Kenji Oda reported the room search conducted Monday and Tuesday had recovered three orfourreelsof tape, three records, and a pair of headphones which had been properly signed out but which were yielded yohmtarily. He also stated that violations of conditions of occupancy had been noted. "It was a very polite flop," Oda said. When questioned by Assist ant Dean Arthur Miller whether this type of search is a 111 e g it i m ate ftmction" of student government, Odarepliedit was, but was a "useless ftmction. He stated student government shouldn't "swoop down" on students in such cases as this. Miller said students would be given a grace period at the beginning of the next tenn to return missing language lab items, then disciplinary action would be taken by the office of the Dean of Stu dents against any students fotm.d in unlawful possession of school property. He said such action could be "severe. The SEC also decided not to act on a case of two alleged violations of student rules by Gary Moriello. The case was brought be.fore the committee because there were not enough members of the Judiciary Committee on campus to make a quorum, and there are no provisions for alternates for the JC. M o r i e 11 o appeared before the committee and pleaded not guilty because of extenuating circwn>tan ces. Hall suggested the SEC should act on the case in order to assure a speedy trial, but Oda protested the case should properly go before the Judiciary Committee. Smith concurred in this opinion. A motion by first-y e a r representative Jon Shaughnessy that the SEC should act on student disciplinary matters when the JC cannot meet failed for lack of a second. The matter was then set aside for the Judiciary Committee. Miller commented the Judiciary Co m m it t e e should continut its work during the study period, and that something should be worked out to en a b 1 e it to do so. Hall proposed an alternate system for the committee, but no action was taken. In other action, Miller said be-cause of the status of SEC chairman Mike Cassell, a new chairman for the Inauguration Committee would have to be chosen. Inauguration Miller Committee member Diana Ship h o rs t, a third-year student, was appointed temporary chainnan until a new chairman can be selected. The SEC also decided no hold no meeting next week.


Page 2 The Catalyst USF Student Gov't Prepares Program To Evaluate Profs The student govemrnent of the University of South Florida in Tarnpa is preparing a program by which students will be able to evaluate their faculty. "Our main goal is to employ student opinion in order to communicate t o the f aculty exactly how effectively the st u dents think they are t eaching, 11 s aid Jack McGinnis, underSecretary o f academic affairS for the USF Student Association. According to a Nov 3 0 report in the USF campus newspaper, ThE Oracle, McGinnis plans t o conduct Ten n is Courts Ready Su nday The tennis courts on the Ease Campus should be completely re surfaced and open for use by Sun day, according to recreation co ordinator Frank Meyer. Also, accordilli to Meyer, tht swimmil:li pool will be closed fo the Christmas holiday beginnint Sunday night and will not be ope1 until Jan. 6. the first faculty evaluation in March and publish the results in August, The Catalyst, in a Nov. ll editorial, called for the institution of a faculty evaluation program here under the auspicesofthe Academic Committee of the Student Executive Committee. (The Academic C ommittee reported to the SEC Wednesday that result s of a recent student evalua tion ot seminars and faculty have be en compiled and presented to the president. l "We want to build communications between the student and instructor." McGinnissaid in explaining the proposed program at USE. The Oracle said McGinnis i s aware some students might use the evaluation to "crucigy" their professors. McGinnis said "reasonable sug gestons and not funny stuff" wo-uld be published. Quoted student opinions would be interpreted, he said, but the Student Association it s e If will not comment about a professor. ''We want to make this evaluation as constructive as possible without taldngthegutsoutofit. McGinnis said. Schutter Resigns Claude Schutter has resigned as the college's projects el:liineer effective Tuesday. His position will be filled by Don Koch, who has been concrete inspectorforPhase II since construc tion started. An employee of the college for nearly three years, Schutter indicated a desire to rest and be with his family in Cleveland, Ohio, as reasons for his leaving. Schutter had been a general construction supervisor for General Electric before he retired and came to Florida. c ame out of when arch1tect I. M. Pe1 chose him to supervise the New College project. Decembe r 16, 1966 Christmas Comes To New College Ol:rist mastime is here, o r n early so, and the cam pus has been bubbling with holiday activity. At top right comer is a night photo of a Ouistmas tree shining in a student's room. lnremaining pictures, clockwise from the right: the library staff presentsheadh'brarian Dr. Corinne Wilson (seated, right) a set of mott o gramme d towels at a surprise Chrlstroas party; first-year student Linda Moeller studies her handi'WOlk--the student reception cen ter; lights flash on a decorated tropical plant, on which second year student Sandi Sanderson puts finishing touches. NELLO-GLENWIT MEN'S WEAR DOWNTOWN SARASOTA .&! 13' 0. $' ..' .SOo 'it (I, .... A More than 75 beautifully restored antique and classic c ars from 1897 Music boxes from the world's greatest collection played in delightful shows 5500 North Tamiami Trail Vince's Pizza Famous all over the West Coast 755-1812 On U.S. 41, Midway Betvteetl Sarasota & Bradenton at Bowlees Creek HAPPY HOUSE Cards, Gifts, & Jewelry I pierced earri ngs) conveniently located in Cortez Plaza HAPPY HOME COOKING and MERRY CHRISTMAS! SERVOMATION MATHIAS -COUPON-COIN LAUNDRY ONE FREE FRIGIDAIRE WASH N. TRAIL SHOPPING PLAZA ON THE MALL ,----------------1 YOUTH FARE l t Save a half t t I I for tickets and information, see I t Gall KJ.fhober, t.cgr. t I BAY AREA, TRAVEL t I just north of f t 755-3775 t I (It cosh n o m<"e t o workthr oug h a n aaent J t


December .16, 1966 The Catalyst Page 3 These Arguments May Be Heard At January Ca us Conference These arguments regard changes the students. Those in the first class in New College that may be pre-were reportedly heavily indoctrin-sented at the January All-College atedwiththeviewthattheir educa-Educational Planning Conference. tional salvation lay in determined Still in draft form, they were resistance to authority and structure written by severa.l members the within the College, in both the accollege commumtywho permitted adcmic andthesocialspheres. This The Catalyst to print them so stu-doctrine took deep root in the students might have a better idea of dent body at an early date and has the nature of the conference. continued to flourish. NC Has Not Found Itself My overall impression is that New College has not yet found itself. It bas not made of itself a true community of learning. Students and faculty have allowed themselves to become distracted by peripheral concerns, some of which are directly antithetical to the achievement of the educational goals of the College. The students, in particular, by their insistence on individual autonomy in all areas have made it extremely difficultto carry on certain coope:ative activities that are essential .cor productive learning in a college setting. This is not entirely the fault of College students are at an age when it is natural for them to be anarchic and iconoclastic. They are properly shocked by their growing awareness of the duplicity and hypocrisy that pervade adult society. They become hypercritical of rules and standards that they associate with that society. At the same time many of them are painfully aware of their glandular urges and lcapto the conclusion that there is something pure, holy and morally unassailable in the frank acknowledgement and indulgence of these urgings. This is all an old story. The mistake of the New College administration and faculty, at the beginning, at least, was in assuming that there was educational justification for giving the students virtually free reign in the pursuit of their adoles-cent ideals and illusions. Durin$ the past year this mistake has been partially rectified, but not, in my opinion, with the forcefulness that the situation demands. It is apparent that the students themselves, or some ofthem, have begun to perceive that structure is inherent in institUI:ion al life and that not much can be accomplished without it. I think, however, that they remain emotionally hostile to the idea of structure and have not given enough thought to its possible advantages. Structure is not a good in itself--it all depends how it is used. But lack of structure in any community is a disadvantage that leads to much needless waste motion and frustration. Widespread adherence to the myth ofthe unstructured college has bad some unfortunate consequences. Its obvious corollary has been the insistence on an absence of regulation, or as few regulations as possible, in both the academic and areas. Regulations in both areas have inevitably been adopted, because it is impossible t o have any coherent community life without them, but each new regulation has been viewed by some members of the campus commtmity--often the more vociferous--as a further beOrientation Not Successful This past year a c oncerted effort was mad e to provide the entering class with an orientation week that would prepare them more adequately than their predecessors for the opportunities and accompanying dangers o f the New College program. It does not appear that the results were notably successful. The suggestion has already been made by others that the entering students should initially be held to to strict requirements of class attendance, at least in the core program courses:. This requirement should extend through the first term for all students. Thereafter it might prove feasible to release students from the required rule on a selective basis, according to t h demonstra ted to atteDCiaDce du ring the first tenn, there should be require d papers and other as signments The completion of these papers and assignments, on time should be a condition o f a ca den:' standing. The idea would be to impress on thestudents immediately the concept that they are here for serious business, and that the only way to accomplish that business is through hard work. In spite of the superior records they bring from their secondary schools, my suspicion is that many of them have been abh to compile these records without a great deal of effort and have not really learned how to study productively. Quite a few of this year's entering students indicated as much on the questionnaires they filled out ati the beginning of the term. There is thus a very strong indicated need for some sort of formal instruction in the techniques and methods of and research. It for students during the fttlt tenn. It might be combined w ith an attempt to have each student conduct a system at i c examination of his own reasons for being a t New College. H e should be asked to define his intellectual goals as precisely as possible, in written form. His first tentative results should become the .:>asis for a continuing dialogue between him and his faculty adviser. Group discussion of intellectual goals, their relevance to life p 1 an s, and the means of achieving the m most effectively might prove highly profitable. Students should tmderstand from the beginning that the principal aim of t h e i r attendance at New Coli e g e is to learn how to work productively on t h e i r own, and they should tmderstand that they will be given increasing respons i b i 1 it y for independent work as they demonstrate their ability to handle it. The first m test of part of. methocla" seminar dunng the first term. The present approach to the Independent Study Project does not appear to b e satisfactory. Students are not required even t o think a-trayal of the "New College ideal." ln this somewhat negative enviomment, the enforcement of both academic and social rules bas been weak and respect for them minimal. This has not been conducive to the development of a healthy en viomment for the pursuit of genuine learning, surely the most highly disciplined of human activities. The anti-intellectualism so obvious in the attitude of many students is both curious and disheartening. These are all students of high intellectual ability, and it is certain that most of them were attracted to New College by the promise of the opportunities it seemed to offer for unusual intellectual development. I do not pretend to know the answer to this puzzle, but it is at least possible that the flaw lies less in the students themselves than in the academic program that has been devised for them. "free" time to pursuits that have little or nothing to do with the de velopment of their minds. They attend lectures and seminars less frequently. Even the more conscientious among them spend only a fraction of the available time in serious study. They tend to bt>Come disoriented and apathetic, losing their sense of direction and purpose and finding it more and more difficult to apply themselves with any consistency to serious intellectual tasks. ln this situation, the antiintellectual pose may be primarily a defense mechanism. The experience of three successive entering classes has shown rather conclusively that the shock of encounter with an academic program in which there are almost no formal requirements is a highly tmsettling experience for many students. They find it impossible to resist the temptation of devoting most of their bout their c h o i c e of topic until late in the term, and many of them seem to leave it tmtil the last min ute. They are required to obtain the approval of a faculty member on their choice of topic, but this approval in many instances appears to be quite perfunctory. Some students--lhavenoidea how many --begin the project period with little idea of how to proceed. Some spend only a small percentage of the available time on project work. Looking at the prqect as a chore to be disposed of with as little effort as possible rather than as an opportunity for training in the most significant work of the scholar --independent investigation, It much or more members of the faculty. Once a choice was made, the student would then make detailed plans for accomplishing the project. Thiswould include comcompiling of a bibliography, plan-ning o f interviews and f ield trips and any oth e r activities essential It may be argued that this is the way it bas to be, that the only way to learn responsible use of freedom is to experience it in unmitigated form right from the start. This is not a convincing argument to me. For one thing, the human cost is too high. Too many students of high potential have flo=dered and failed at New College. Too many of those who have managed to re main in college have been perfonning at levels well below their indicated capabilities. lf the College cannot do better than this, given the high quality of human material with which it begins, its program is not a viable one. to the accomplishment of the project. These plans, as well as the topic choice itself, should be approved by the faculty project adviser. The student would then arrive at the start of the Independent Study Period well prepared to begin his project, ratherthan just starting to think about it. Performance on the first project might provide part of the basis for deciding which students are ready to be freed from the attendance and assignment requirements of the first term. To some extent the decision ought to be left to the student him_ self and his "'wn assessment of his readiness to wocl<. on his own. But. not entirely. the start of the oa tllefr owa are DOt n-e who are Dot ready but who showreaJODable promise of acldeviDg readiness should be given in creasing opportunities to work on their own. Those who are Dot r e ad y and show no of ever being ready should be adVJSed to leave the College. Wrong Division of Labor One of the cmio us features o f the New College scene is the spectacle o f faculty members overi>urdened w it h responsibilities and students with time to burn. There is something wrong about this division of labor. One reason the faculty may be overburdened is that too many Qf them are teaching too many courses. The converse answer for the students is that too few of them are wQrl<:ars that some professors have workmg c ontact with a good many more than five students, and some with fewer, or perhaps none at all. And there are a fair nwnber of students who have no effective contact with any faculty members. In general! I havetheimpression that a faculty-student tutorial relationship exists in only a small number of cases. Thus it would appear that in a situation that is theoretically made to order for a high degree of fac.ulty-student there 1s actually a disappomtingly small amount of such interaction. The reasons why this is so are by no meansclearto me, but there must be reasons and they should be identified and discussed. The faculty-student ratio at New College is as low now as it is ever going to be. For financial reasons, if for no other, the ratio will have to rise during the next few years to 10 to one and possibly even. 12 to one. These are still low by national standards. The practical meaning of this is that there can be no net iJ? strength until the student body h as approX1m ately 4oubledin size from its pre -sent level.


Page 4 Editorial The On y Constant Olange, President Elmendorf has said more than once, is the only constant at New College Slavery to dogma--in the form either of outmoded tradition or tmrealistic ideal-is most antithetical to the New College ideal. Flexibility is the password. We have seen numerous ideas and concepts come and go in the brief two-and-a-half years this college has been in existence; myriads of small educational experiments have have been conducted within the context of the general experimentthatisNew College; some have succeeded, others have failed, and perhaps some were misinterpreted. The evolution of New College has for the most part been hit-and-miss. Forthis reason we welcome enthusiastically the opportl.blity to stop and evaluate where we have been, where we are, and where we should be headed that planned "All-College Educatonal Planning Conference 11 offers in January. Events of the past months indicate some weighty issues are waiting to be resolved. Slowly but surely some semblance of structure has taken shape in the acade:rp.ic program, much to the chagrin of certain vocal elements among students and faculty. A major clash was precipitated last month, for example, when first-year students were told some of them might be asked not to c on tin u e with the social science basic course if they did poorly on or failed to take the term evaluation. Exactly what validity does the "every student has the right to flotmder: theory have at this point? Does one student's flotmdering make it difficult for another student to realize the full potential ofN ew College as an academic institution? Or look at Mike Cassell's dismissal from school. Just what factors are relevant in deciding whether a student should be allowed to remain at New College? What balance can be struck between the academic, the non-academic, and perhaps even the anti-academic aspects of student life? These are very broad topics, of course, that can be discussed best in terms of specifics. Would a four-year program work better than a three-year program? Do students need to be "phased in" to an unstructured situation? just how comprehensive should comprehensives be? Can students be allowed greater flexibility within the context of the_ firstyear co e programs? Some prelimina.ty debate has already begtm, and members of all three of the college's commtmities--faculty, students, and administration--have begun to devote time and thought to planning a me aningul program of discussion. Many seemingly radical (liberal or conservative) proposals will be suggested, by fa(; ul t y and sutdents. Every idea, however, nomatterhowidealisticor cynical it may at first appear to be, should be given fair and careful airing if the conference istohave real relevance to the ideal and reality of New College. WotkeJSremodelledoneofthe rooms in the Selby Science Lab this week to make more efficient use of available office space. December 16, 1966 The Catalyst HAMILTON C.OUR.T PEP..HRPS '? Letters All Should Have Glance for Single Room To the Editoe With the c 1 o s e of independent study rapidly drawing near, many students, especially in the first year class, have decided to call it quits. Some have already left campus, while others will not be returning after Christmas vacation. Thus many of the returning students will not have roommates, which brings :i>out the following problem. Currently several ttpperclassmen are enJoying the privilege of having a p r iva t e room. Assistant De an Arthur Miller has said that after Christmas those studellts left without roommates will be given a chance to select new ones, and the vacated rooms will be offered to the upperclassmen as singles. This would be perfectly satisfactory to all concerned if the system were set up to be repeated in years to come, But next year, with the influx of a hundred or more new students and with the dropout rate decreasing with each succeeding class, the dormitories will be practicallyfilled to capacity and only few if any singles will probably be allowed. Thus most of the present second year class and all of the present first year class are in the position of probably never having the opportunity to have a single. I'm not proposing that all students left without room nates should be allowed to keep their rooms as singles. This would be most unfair. I am saying that all students who desireprivate rooms should be given an equal chance to get them. With the dormitory situation as it now stands, this is the only fair way to do it. (signed) Gary M. Moriello Armed Services Face an power ro By FRANK CEO With the world's peace balanced precariously on a fulcrum of pow er, there are few who would dispute our need for an army. Disputes arise, however, in how to raise manpower for this necessary burden. If a private corporation had an employee turnover comparable to that of the services, personnel departments would be working overtime to correct the appalling sit!. uation. The inefficient loss of manpower resulting from the rate at which technically trained army personnel are leaving the service is, in itself, asignthatsomethlng is wrong with the present system. We can best attack the problem by discovering why trained men are leaving the armed forces. First is the wage problem. Because of the training men receive in the army, industry can make a soldier a better offer than re-enlistment. For a man wanting to support a family, this is certainly a major consideration. This ties in with a second major problem: the hardships imposed OD married life by military service. With a shortage of housing and fre quent transfers, many men have given up the service for marria1e, Theae problems will probably never be eliminated. Industry may continue to be able to outbid the government for the services of an individual, and transfers and risk are inherent in a military estab lishment. Efforts can be made, however, to minimize these difficulties. These efforts would lead to more men choosing the military as a career instead of merely serving their obligation. The crux of this proposal is to make the m i 1 it a ry a profession, not only for officers and some noncoms, but for as many soldiers as possible--from the nuclear reactor maintenance man aboard the atomic submarine to the infantrymm in the field. Expenses incurred by higher wages and better ccmditions could be more than offset by savings in educating new men to replace those who leave. With increased length of service, in d i v i d u a 1 proficiency might well be expected to increase, with the result that fewer highly skilled men c!ould do the wod< now done by transient labor. And they could do it with less cost and greater efficiency. But the objection may be raised, with a professional fighting force dedicated perhaps more to their leaders thaD their country, "Wouldn't the possibility of a m i 1 it a r y coup increase?" If the army were a completely self-contained entity, this might be true, It is a well-known fact, Last Issue This is the last edition of The Catalyst until second term. Our next edition will be published Jan. 6. however, that for every soldier on the line, every air force pilot, every sailor manning a gun, there are many men feeding him, supplying him, administrating him, transporting him, and so on. It makes little difference whether a keypunch operator is keeping track offactory employees or a division in the field, whether an airline pi-lot is flying 100 tourists to Miami or 100 soldiers to VietNam. The skills and responsibilities are the same. This, then, is the second part of the proposal: to restrict the professional army to a hard core of soldiers, with non-combatant J?OSi tions f i 11 e d by civilians. Thus, the military could never dominate the civilian government, but in theirfield, theywould be a highly trained and efficient unit. First Class Honor Rating Associated Collegiate Press Vol. 3, N<1mber 15 December 16, 1966 Published weekly by students at New College (except for three weeks from mid-December through the first week in January and six weeks in Jl.lly and AugliSt). Subscriptions: $5.00 per year (43 issues) or 15per copy. Address subscription orders, chance of address notices :md undeliverable copies to: The Catalyst/New College/Post Office Box 1898/Sarasota, Florida 33578. Application to mall at second-class postage rates pending at Sarasota, Florida. Tel. 355-5406. Editor . . . . Tom Todd AssDc. Editor ............. Kcnji Oda Business ............. George Finkle Production Steve Orlofsky Circl.llation . Dale Hickam Controller ........... Edna W= Photography . Bruce Staff: Kit ArbLickle, Betsy Ash, Irving Benoist, Mary Blakeley, Carol ADD Childre 1 Glenda Cimino, John Cranor, Allan Jaworski, Pearl Lefl

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All the roads, all the deserted city parks and expectant rooms had led to this very night, which (he realized with an irony he had long since thought himself incapable of) was in the biggest, brightest, most ugly place he had ever seen or conceived of, among crowds of unbelievable size, among strange people of incredible aspect, among depravity and utter lack of euphemism. And this answer (which had come both with startling swiftness and agonizing delay, at once and only gradually) revealed more than transformed, so that this was no celestial city, but even more dirty and sick and full of deep pain. But, by God, it was an answer, and if it was o:1e which had, in a sense, been always there, was one he had known or at least sensed all along, it was still an answer. It was still the proper termination of a quest, and an end to a journey. It was engraved, indeed, on the very pitch-dark sky, which, by careful looking he could see, which, (he wished they all could know} he could see. The only thing David Gardner knew about a search was perhaps retrieving a golf ball which had somehow buried itself in the de ad lc aves to the right of the fiarway on the Cramer's third bole. Or looking for a report he had mislaid, which he had been sure he'd I e g e w the lid to find it, and getting his wife to look for it, and upset ting things in general before finding it under the bfotter of his d esk in the study, or perhaps in h i s briefcase after all, between the pages o f the Lif e mag a zine h e kept there for reading on the train. David Gardner was a big man, and had held the club squash racquets championship for three years running tmtil a business engagement had caused him to miss an important match one year and he had f orfeited. His face was very red, which gave him an agreeable, even jolly aspect which he cultivated carefully. He did things like offer drinks to his son 1 s friends before they were of age, and told them dirty jokes, andthushewassomewhat tolerated, though not completely. He was rather successful, and would be the headofthefamilybwiness, a small, specialized steel company, when his father's brother retired. He looked upon everyone with a benign and agreeable air, upon his white brick home on the slight rise of Princeton Road in the suburo of that city which never admitted to itself what it really stood for. (All the streets of that suburb were named after American colleges--either that or they had Indian names of an impossible obscurity and perhaps even doubtful authenticity.) He looked benevolently upon his lawns and the badminton net and the garden in the back where parties were held at night, dimly lighted, with the sound of the imitation waterfall occasionally drifting above the conversation. He smiled at his cars, his tropical fish, his paneled study with the beautiful books, the books with the beautiful bindings, and even his wife. (People had been known to say, at some few parties, safely whispering, that David and Kathy Gardneronlystayed together because of the children, but they were wrong. This wasn't the reason.} And he looked with particular benevolence upon his children. Upon his daughter Janet, who was away at college, an expensive girl's school in the Blue Ridge Mountains. She was a very attractive girl, really. Many boys had thought so. Some of whom her father knew nothing about, and this was lucky. Janet had a beautiful room with a fottt-poster bed and the use of a car when she was home, and received a generallowance. Janet was a lucky girl in general. But it was his son Mark who he approved of most of all. Mark, who knew a lot about the steel business, and would make a very good vice president after a while. After he finished school at Yale and went to Europe for a bit and got married and worked in the business as a jtmior supervisor or something, for a while. He approved of the very goo:l private day schoolhe had sent Mark to and the way he was helpful and agreeable and pleasant and willing to learn. He even approved of Anne Wesley, the girl Mark would probably many. And so David Gardner, a pleasant, helpful man, active in com-nunity affairs, squash champion, fair golfer, would have been rather upset, would have risen from his leather chair and looked helplessly across the suburoan road with no sidewalks to the rambling house which faced his, looked and been closer to desperation than ever before in his life if he had happened to overbear a conversation between his son and the same Anne Wesley one night in late August. And, in fact, this is what he did on that night some Edit e d B y Laurie Paul s on her 16, 1966 Voice of the Siren days later when he heard much the same thing from Mark himself. It was Anne's idea that they should sit in the screened house, the pagoda, she called it, that her family erected in the back yard every summer. There were chairs in it, and a table1 and cut flowers, and that evening it was warm and the breeze was from the bay and when it got dark, as it did in August, earlier than you expected, you could turn on the wrought-iron lamp and you were no longer conscious of anything but the worldinsidethelamp1sglow. Markhad said he wanted to talk, and she was willing, but she wanted them to talk in a place suitable for talking. It could not be in a car, on a street, or in a restaurant--that was all right for conversation, but not for talking. The pagoda was the right place, as right as the sweater that went well with her shorts and was necessary because, as the night began, the breeze from the bay could turn cool. There were many things you could say Anne Wesley, but, inevitably, you were led first to say she was immaculate. Of course, on thinking later, you realized this was a strange thing to say even if you,. thought of it as a secondary characteristic rather than the most important one. Btt: this was the impression Anne Wesley most strongly gave. She had straight blondhair, whichrcachedbelow her ears, and curved toward them slightly at the ends. It was this shining hair and her china skin and the clothes that were always perfect and neat and pressed and never the slight est bit out of place that made her seem immaculate atfirst, andmaybelateryou1deven say beautiful, but there was the perhaps too-determined set of her jaw, hermouththat was perhaps not quite full enough that held you back. At any rate, you wouldn 1t say it first. And there was one other pertinent thing about Anne Wesley, sophomore at an exclusive girl's college, daughter of an investment broker, possessor of a light blue room and a Wedgwoo:l collection. That was, (wasn 1t she a little like W edgwo:>:l herself7) she loved Mark Gardner. Photograph by Frank Lary And so, on an August evening, with the breeze from the Bay bringing a coolness that was, after all, pected, she wondered what was bothering Mark, who walked into the region of the lamp's light, and out of it again, not settling in a garden chair as she had settled, but pacing, wanting to say something, not knowing how. Watching him, tall, but not excessively, handsome, but not excessively, and, above all, not conventionally. A pleasant face, certainly, nice eyes, a very fine smile, some ordinary featmes which were, nevertheless, combined in a way that was not ordinary. And if his mother (as Anne believed) had always felt it necessary to apologize in a way for her son's appearance and even words and mind, this was her fault. It certainly wasn't Mark's. He stopped walking and took a chair across from her, and pulled it up close. Apparently having found the wo:ds, he had now only to devise a method to say them. Mark Gardner looked at the lovely girl across from him and wished to heaveJ> that the words did not have to be uttered aloud, that they coul<1 somehow be assumed without translation to speech and speaking, didnothave to be defiled by uttering. But he had to say them, and say them aloud. So he began. "I've been doing a lot of thinking recently, Anne." (No! Anything but this way. Why mmt it sotmd like this? Why?) "About what?" (What else could she say?) "1--" he stopped. If anything had to be right, this did. He would take his time, collect himself, and it would be all right. If he could only begin. "1I've been thinking about myself, and what will happen to me. Maybe too much. Maybe that's asking for trouble. But I've never done much of it before. I've always thought that after college, and after the trip to Europe I've always been promised, I would get a job in dad's plant, and marry you," (she blushed, he noted, with perhaps slight surprise ) "and eventually become vice president and prepare to take over the firm when Dad retires. And have a nice h ous e (Continued o n next pag e J ...


somewhere here and a sports car and a pretty lawn and a boat on the bay and have kids and love them very much. I've always thought that was what I wanted, And, you see, that's what worries me. 11 He stopped, and looked at her, but her eyes were focw;ed above his head, into the darkness, and he could read nothing in them, He went on, "This is what worries me. I still think I want these things. 11 She was looking at him now. Whatever it was she expected when he began to speak, she was not hearing. "Don't you see, that's what's wrong. I want a beautiful house and a job in my father's business, and I don't think I should. And if the reason that I want these things is because I've missed seeing something, something that will make me see that I'm wrong, then l'vegottofindit, limy complacency is only because I'm ignorant of something, some key or symbol or sign, then it would be tragic if I never saw it. I'm looking for the grail, I guess, and if I ask the right question, maybe I'll find it. But I've got to look." (He'd said it. With no more stumbling than he'd anticipated. Pemaps less. ) All she could ask was, "What are you going to dci" "I'm not going back to school this fall. Yale isn't part of my search. I know what's there. I'm going to take money out of my checking accotmt that I would have spent at school and take out the money forthetriptoEurope--it1s mine, it's inmyname, and l'mgoingtotake a bus somewhere, and start. I don't know where yet. I don't know if it really matters." "What are you going to tell your father?" He knew the answer to this. He'd thought about it enough, anyway. "I'm going to tell him what I've told you. He won't object. He's never objected to anything I've ever done before, and so he won't know how to start now, even if he's worried and upset and off his golf game a bit during September. She knew him well enough to realize there was no point in saying anything, in her pleading or asking him to reconsider or think or anything. He would do it despite her, and she didn't want it done that way. But he had forgotten something, and she knew of just one way to remind him of it. "I love you," she said, simply. It was the fhst time she'd ever said it. He did not seem embarrassed, or particularly surprised. But he smiled a little, gently, and (if she could only know for sure) perhaps ironically. "Probably I love you. But I can 1t help thinking that's part of this, too. It works out too well, my loving you. Itfitstooperfectly with all the rest. But perhaps I'm wrong. Pemaps it's different, separate. That's just another thing I've got to find out. 11 There was nothing more to be said by either of them. She would accept all this, and wait. Be a reasonably competent Penelope. If there were things she regretted, orresented, she could bear them. But she loved him, Thismeantnothingotherthanthat. Hecouldn't confuse that withY ale and a steel factory. She looked, with some surprise, at her own equanimity. Once again, she stared into the night, picking out specks which were fireflies, light which was small competi tion for her own. And felt that same distant breeze inherface, feeling it lift the ends of her hair and put them down again. There were, somewhere, sotmds she didn 1t hear. He leaned over and kissed her, then he rose to go. Part of him was out of the light, then all of him. Then the darkness covered them both, and was with them. First, you see, there was himself. All alone, in this room which was hardly more than adequate (there was a television set, but no outlet, so it had to be plugged into the bathroom and so the cord was in the way when youwantedtoclosethedoor.) And a view of the brick wall of the movie theater next door, But something else, andnotthehardbedandthe steel frame with the cloth strips across it for holding luggage and the wood wod< and the faded blue wallpaper. There was himself. Which, if it was the first discovery, was certainly a momentous one. Because it was Mad< Gardner who occupied the hotel room in that peculiar small seaport city, who had traveled on that wretched long-distance bus with the smell and the broken seats and the impossible narrow aisles to get there. Mark Qardner. and not David Gardner's son, not student at the Harcourt School or Yale University or member of anything or a person possessing any encumbrances except clothes he really wasn't attached. to anyway. A person entirely away from context. Himself. knowledge, which had really come gradually, which came on those bus stopovers and miles of boring cotmtry and road signs and passing motels with swimming pools and free 1V, imagining inside identicalDanishmodemchairs and wrapped glasses. To the grimy bus station of this city, to this hotel room which was not intentionally bad, not a penance of kind, butthebestthatthe city could do. Circling from the flowered-glass light fixture in the ceiling downward through the dust to the yotmg, rather handsome man sitting on the bed, and it was seized gladly by the yotmgmanonthebed, and held fast by him, and was more than another possession. He was leaving the city tomorrow, and wanted once more to walk its streets and confirm the impression which he had formed by a week there, put it to a rugged test and then leave, knowing he tmderstood a place, even if this tmderstanding was strange and tm welcome. Down to the lobby with cracked leather chairs and airline desks, into the street, and the World War I monument, this victory arch, and the water, where the ships come in. Ships, the big dirty grey boats, were perhaps what brought him here, the boats of the Navy and those of the Merchant Marine, and, farther up the waterfront, the place where they built them, too, the big hangar-like buildings, and the incessant noise, Hehadcome because all these things had and would come in contact with all the rest of the world, foreign ports, strange people, dirty port towns in Italy and Spain and Africa where there weren't American hotels and there were cats that ran screaming down alleys. And could this place and its visitors, Navy boys on shore leave, big commercial ships here for repair, manage to be tmchangedby all this? This was an arm which touched the rest of humanity. Surely, somethingwas to be learned here. When he arrived, crews from the ships were swimming in the waters of the bay. He turned from the water and walked to the streets of the town. There was only one street, really, and it stretched for many blocks, from the big Shipbuilding and Dry dock Company to the very tip of the small peninsula that the city was built upon. And along the streets were bars and pawnshops and "recreation clubs" and other, less public establishments catering to the needs and desires of the sailors. In the bars were men and smoke and the clink of pinball machines all night. And every night were the drunken sailors on the street, and the police sirens, and brief interest for casual walkers. And somehow he knew that it was like this in every seaport town in every coast in the world. That man is not conditioned by his environment, but his environment is conditioned by him. So it would do no good to try to find anything here, merely because it touched, even indirectly, a far place. He realized that any answers he might come upon were to be inside himself, and not outside. And so this place, with its cotmtless amusements, its liquor, its pornography, was a measure of one kind of men, with whom he did not need to be concerned. And so it was a place he did not need to be concerned with. Knowing this, Mark Gardner entered a hmcheonette, which had florescent lights and 7-Up signs and a silent man taking comfort from a cup of coffee, gazed at a stained menu and placed an order, (only with part of him, the other part looking across the street at a darkenedstore, orfaraway, in comfortable houses in neat suburbs, mahogany paneling, at a cotmtry which still held the answer even if this place didn't, then the parts of him together again; at least there was something to divide and change and float with and then pull back together again, atleastthathadcome, and if it had not been here particularly, if it could have been anyplace, or no place at all that had done this, then charity still movestocreditthispeninsularcitywith some measure of his accomplishment) and when it arrived, worn and feeble but some example of devotion, offaith in printed cards with names of things and prices, he sat and ate and was not at all unhappy, then turned to go back into that street again. Sosomeone watching the young man leave the city the next day, seeing him in a nice sport jacket, car rying a suitcase which was well-made and expensive would have decided that he was visiting in one of the homes in the nice section on the river above the boatyards, would have thought him a nice-looking, pleasant, even striking yotmg man, would nonetheless return to what they were doing with no thought of having seen any kind of phenomenon, with no idea that the yotmg man was leaving with any knowledge of people and cities, not guessing he was leaving with an m expected possession of himself. "It'sthe essential absurdity of life that I'm present ing, and I paint because I find painting the perfect mediwn for expressing this." Elias Clinton was en joying himself. It wasn 1t often that he got hold, so to speak, of a neophyte and could talk about his art without fear of some damned college professor quoting Aristotle or something and trying to make him look stupid. Indeed, these infrequent sessions of pedagogy were of great benefit to him, personally, because he never really thought about the meaning of his art tmtil someone asked him, and then he'd have to work and figure it out. It was good practice in case ever decided to do a piece on him and put his pictures on one side ofthatthick paper they sometimes put in the middle, with maybe an Oldsmobile ad an the other. "Yousee, life anything, so my paintings don't anything. But, by the same token, they mean everything. You see?" A convert, he thought. This is marvelous. Which only proved that he knew nothing of his listener, of this tall, good-looking boy who had come up to him after his opening, his fhst one-man show (evenifit wasn't New York, even if it was this magnolia Southern city, it was an opening, and there weren't many, not like New York so perhaps it was a good thing after all) and had asked him exactly what he meant by all of them. This yotmg man who had developed, somewhat, the aspect of a pilgrim had seen these immense canvases of comic-strips, soldiers being led into newsprint battle by a grenade-throwing lieutenant, the balloon saying, "Follow me, men!", the aisles of a supermad

Droll Beginning The car was gone along with the obligation to be She was long and dark with clear fingernails :md his one'spublicallyknown self, self-conscious and com-mother's either frequently removed or abandoned plicated. Gone also was the obligation to be sober. cousin, Emily. It had been arranged by the family Seagrams, no ice, refrigerator cold ginger ale and an :mdhe had been informed it was his duty to call her, exaggerated delicacy lent to the most finely wrong so he had. To his school conditioned mind her name and believably transparent poses. He felt clean, an-was dimly associated with the never ending family di-gry, elegant and incoherent. He couldn't spend an-aloguewhichhe used to call a sexless farce, or a lower ot.hernight gesturing at his friends about an alcoholic form of tragedy, and presently referred to that mock past and he certainly couldn't go through another party. epic of sin, death, alcohol and failing finance as our Parties required the least ere ative posing and demand-restoration comedy. ed nothing less. He would have to stand with boys Cousin Emily had been friendly civil on the phone and explain to girls as they all would await the ar-andJonathandubious and haughty, ready to scorn an-rival of the next case of beer. It could be a pose of otherrelative. Uponvisitingherhousehe was slightly disenchanted magnificent desperation that would intimidated by her perfect manners, and very intim-change by shades as the night past. The night is our idated by her awry glance when he had neglected to time of darkness and pleasure. The darkness makes taste the dinner wine first, before offering her a glass, us join with each other in lighted places where we pre-after mutilating the cork with several inept swipes tend to seek sex and settle for drunken oblivion. We with a golden cork screw. She had the facial heavi-are all welded fraternally with the resounding hetero-ness of his mother's people through the eyes and nose, geneous oaths of boys and of common failing. We butshewasdarkerand had more distinct features with fail sexually and call it pleasure because for a few unfacetiously intelligent eyes. He had watched her nows there is the legitimate ever present possibility hands and their slenderness touching things. She had that sex could be found, that the girls or ourselves looked at him carefully when he wasn't talking and might change with the night or the liquor, but nothing spoke about the family with a detached amazement ever changes with anything. The tension of the pos-which struck Jonathan as more compassionate than his sibility breaks down and everyone knows it, expects own bitter comic interest. After that first visit he it, that's why everything is so well planned, the pleas-remembered her eyes and the slenderness of her hands. ure becomes liquor and there is no difference between They sat on the back porch looking through the means and ends and everything is called by the same Princeton twilight at the closely cut and trimmed foul tasting words. lawns and hedges. Jonathan drank slowly and held Thepeoplefall into groups; the people, our media, his glass more easily. He stared at the darkening into enterprising resigned groups who automatically scenery, it engrossed him and he felt he could be let the scene of pleasure dissolve into talking about spreadthin and gloat over Princeton which was sobig and waiting for liquor. You could always combine and dark and green. He talked easily and quietly and shyness and escape into overt action, male action, she listened even though he talked about nothing. She and volunteer to go on an expedition to wrench the would wait for him to talk about what mattered and stuff illegally from the slick haired barons and tight he was interesting and attractive enough not to be mouthedmatronsofthetown. No, he thought I can't totally boring. Jonathan sat farther back in the June stand another night talking about liquor. night which was falling chilly soft and dissolving the He was ringing the door bell and looking at the twi-domestic greens, browns, and earth alcoholically into lightstreetthinkingyet, liquoris our mythology. It's theblacknightmakingitsofter. They satin the moist the myth and promise of these lives and mine too. darkness talking about Scott Fitzgerald. These people grew up together and became different "He came to Princeton because he was excited and people, but they have to stay together, and it keeps sensed life. He didn't come to a school, he came to them together when they don't want to be, or can't a place and an idea. He must have decided that life think of anything to say or do or any reason for any-wasn't intrinsic values, just the style it is lived in, thing. So they drink together, without thinking, and before he came. Maybe it was just too much the thing become irrevocably plastered. It's ignominious to do." Jonathan mumbled philosophically. enough not to be worshipped except by the blood cells "It was the thing to do then, 11 She laughed of old forgotten parents and it's better than church or and with quick flashing eyes said, "Isn 1t it still? Godormother. Noonewantsthechanceto believe it. "Oh, indeed, hasn't it been pleasant these last few It's the fluid, the power and the glory and signifies years. He must have been so sensitive, knowing just nothing. where to come innocently, asking to be coiTupted. The door was open and a tall woman was observing Maybe it wasn't so innocent." him through the screen. "You have been standing there looking at the road, so pensive this evening. "I think he wanted to rather badly," she said. Perhaps you would like to come in?" "He was an ugly, pretty, midwestem swan and he "'iiii.lllill'l' ere in search of a beautiful pool to and r he add IOA:ly. "'r maybe cbowa," l6e safd. fen ..... They exclumged some appropriate remadca ad she claws of your"Princetca ripped the swan's breut and undel'ltood ad directed him slowly through the hall there was blood on satin. li that what you are trying and the small kitchen to the back porch. Jonathan to tell me?" had been to this house twice before and he noticed no-thing as he walked slowly with tired excited eyes to "No, 11 he said. "Pemapshewasjusthitover the head the porch and sat down in a wicker chair and relaxedwith a gold paper weight." ly examined a small table with his feet. Itwastwodays since reunions had finished and been "Thank you, my pleasure, if you really were going swept away, and a little less than two weeks since to mix yourself a drink, I might as well keep up the graduation, which had always seemed absurd, and spirit. Scotch is always fine but weak please, I've now seemed irrelevant and the past two weeks seemed got a delicate stomach." only confusing and he couldn't decide if he should be T. Lowe III 3 hwt or disgusted. His eyes lighted, "Did I ever tell you about the time we spent two weeks planning and raising the funds to storm the citadel of our virginity over Easter?" No, she nodded. "Ah, it was planned and I swore it was written. It was going to be our Resurrection, a stiff bargain it was. It's a devious tale and nice to refer to gleefully, but it wouldn't be so pleasant to tell it as it happened. The whole business didn't work, but we got frightfully close and I remember Rick standing at the top of those dirty stairs looking horrified and trying to laugh. "Afterwards, I thought it more proper to lose my emotional virginity, or maybe just lose my virginity emotionally. Either way, the result was the same, and failing was dirty. 11 She smiled and said, "What a painful way to be virtuous." "Virtue is only skin deep," He responded. They talked on, Jonathan mentioning that he didn't knowwherehewouldgotocollege. Had been rejectedfrom several places it would have been fun to tell people he was going to, and he was playing with the idea of going to Colwnbia or some other place. He hadtoldbothplaceshewouldgo, and the decision was going to be worked out by "early summer's trauma, 11 as he put it. "Diditoccurtoyou,11shesaid gently and dispassionately "that Glen School might not be the center of the universe and that no pla<. "! might be like it. Boy's schoolmustbe set on one level of tolerance, interest andkindofpersonthey attract and colleges on a completely different one. I doubt if they would find the kind of maddening physical closeness vou felt condemned to at Glen. Having to live with all those peo pleyouthought were stupiel, common, social clunoing, homosexual and whatever." She paused and looked to see if his glass was near empty with polite and brief almost instantaneous consideration. "Maybe lots of prep school derivatives, not too completely unlike yourself are attracted to Colwnbia but that doesn't mean Columbia was made in their image." "Yes, but render unto Caesar what is Caesar's and all that. I'lltake anotherdrink, thank you, how generous." She returned with dark and refilled glasses and Jonathan said reunions had been a disappointment not only because they, of course, hadn't matched his anticipation or preconception but, because of the way the people he knew had acted and drank and sprawled and played on their image of each other without much kindness or success. "We had envisioned bus loads of prostitutes from the city for the old grads who would all have beautiful, seducable daughters. That would be if "!e time to partake of such pleasures between satisfymg draughts of retmion beer. The closest thing we fotmd to aprostituteweresomeClen fac.ulty wives shopping. 6ied qldlle -.xldbiiJaa ...,.,.tatoadaa.lratmea&. She Coale! make .It look fike gettJng oa a toilet." The woman got up to leave w.hich sbe did with grace for her body was loag but not goae to flesh m the middle. Her breasts had never been large andnowjusthungthere as though they were hand fulls of unshaped clay. "Like French pictures," tho1J8ht Jonathan, "wherethegirlt!thin, wihappy, ands&ame fully angular in addition to being flat, 11 and he wondered how they reacted in love. He didn 1t know her well btf: thought her vecy interesting and tried to imagine layers of the past and hurt and sensuality building behind her cold and serene facade. She could speak formal words with softness and he could feel her intensity but it was cold like the intricate wrinkles her face fell into when she wasn't smiling. Perhaps, he calculated, my drunken and awkward soul is more accessible than a tall woman with burning eyes and hanging breasts attached like clay. Somewhere in the course of talking she said, "You know I could be insane. 11 He said with a smile, "Everyone worth anything is really quite mad, 11 but she didn't move her eyes and continued, "I could be insane and no one would know it. I go through the motions oflife but no one knows what I' m thinking. My daughter could attest to my civil behavior. 11 Jonathan said, "I thought I was insane at school for awhile. I could never sleep when I was very young there. I would lie in a damp bed and think about the people and what they did to each other and the fantastic stor ies and lcgen

,.. New Function The mathematical world is aJSimfrating a newly discovered f1mction, se It is represented by the Greek letter Since 3 7=21 aud it is obvious that se exists at all real points. Since,;, .I a; where i=(-l)t further reflection shows that se exists at a few imaginary points, too. The big problem, however, is not existence, but SURVIVAL. One interesting property of the f1mction is that This means that is its own primitive. For this reason, sell' is sometimes called a primitive ftmction. Since se1 is monotonic and continuous (monotony and continuity being a Double Crisis), =-se leads to another relationship, x:.se9 This is sometimes written as or (to use another Greek letter to avoid confusion) c/1 and it is called the pervert ftmction of se-. The equation set != ( / ) follows directly from the definition of multiplication. Setond Thoughfs Sometimes It is easier Than apple blossoms Drifting on a pond To lose The you of you, -To force yourself Into a favored mol d That really ought Only to hold Jello or clay, And nothing more. Someday you may Shrink to a pinpoint In the caustic blinding stare Of one who no longer loves you An d doe s not pretend to care. Your faceless gaze Seeks numb relief Behind the mask Designed to block The possible grief Of vulnerability. The penalty Of masked identity Is the fact That you must act Just to keep your image On the mirror. To deal in Starched cotton ritual, Or to dare A l ess habitual Silken ware, That is The moot point. The balance may be weighte d E ither way But nonetheless, B y an y how To pour yourself wholly Into a cracked teacup Or a vegetable bin Is inadvisable. Reality is a tiger, But reject i o n I s not the last bite In any apple. --GLENDA CIMINO Silvergirl The silver girl has long legs of butter candlelight ... they fill a blue sheet with shadow twig creases and cover a bed like the full green stems of a wet April windowpaneful afternoon. --ROBERT DIXOO Discovered The famous mathematician, John Q. Sarasota, has postulated SARASOTA'S POSTULATE: n c :se"' While this is still a postulate, Sarasota tries to establish proof everyday. The administration of the establishment where this momentous discovery was momentously discovered has another interesting insight into The administration maintains that cosh se"-, where "cosh'' is a mathematician's abbreviation for "kosher, is of some value and that it should therefore be studied. It can be readily shown that cosh se"

Dayli ht Listenin hair like long shiver-threads of a whitebird's wing--a thousand years of whitegold spinlines, comsilken invisible tubes of light. brittle silent disks of sunlight cartwheel through skywinds and touch her head shattering in an explosion of waterfalling gold dust. She lets me put my boy hand inside the parasol of raining razor-ribbons and sweep a glass sailfull across her wishbone smoothness-to 'IDlC urt ain milk pinl

6 The Voice of the Siren (Coutlnued from page 2) would know. Didn't they always know evetytlring in little co\Dltry stores? Inside, up the steps were super mad

J)roll Beginning (Continued from page 3) tions of words, plot and action, letting the unalterable be cloaked in the sanity of creation. Finding with a grim candor and mannerly censorship that life could be lived in the bitter vacuum of an aging house on Wiggin Street. He saw her working and structuring the bones of chaos into stacks of grim white typewritten force slashed, corrected and stacked again and again. He '.knew he was imagining and projecting. He thought her appearance was so susceptible to his happy contriving which was discourteous and mostly self-extension and probably nasty, but "she makes such a fine image, she could almost be masculine or feminine. 11 He dwelt on it. "Let me tell you a story, sort of sad, something like why I came here and left my friends and their perfected plans. A story with cocktails and women's legs andamixingof adults and adolescents and me thinking everything." He gestured and found he no longer had the large, warm, alcoholic initiative he had had an inspiration and looked at her eyes which had none of mother in them. "It's about mothers and sons and Florida. Yes, Florida. God the sun." She shifted herself delicately and Jonathan let his eyes rest on the dark out there of now, over the lawns and hedges that had since disappeared with peace. "I went to Florida with Walker over Spring vacation. James, I may have mentioned him, some place south of Palm Beach. He talks about Palm Beach as though it were a small univers_ e he occasionally travels in, that has special cosmic laws of its own. He fancieshimselfthe poet, I imagine, and lets himself be toured through the inferno." "It started with a party and a girl. The girl he didn't know well but spoke frankly and to the point with, which he does with most people he considers useful or praiseworthy even when he doesn't know them. She hadblondhairthatwaswhitish and golden and seemed to contain a whole range of shades, must have been something done in a shop. I kept looking at her, there w.:snothingdarkabout her. We saw her at this cocktail party his parents took us to. We _other place to go that night, free alcohol, poSSlbllity of girls, at least this one anyway. _The of girls is wr.rming and makes me qwver, hquor makes me warm and stop quivering. "James didn't say much about her. He usually would say something funny or witty about everyone we met or who he knew. Sometimes a series of anecdotes, usually building obscenely, revealing weakness. or charmorsomething. He didn't say much of anythmg which was rare because he mentioned her pointedly. Idon'tthinkhehaddesigns on her maidenhead, emotional or physical. I say that because of the way he treated her that night. ''Hefinallysaidjustbefore we left, motherwasfinishingputtingonher face and b1tching about something trivial, that nvo nights before, she had come out: in Palm Beach. I said 'Ah, the ocher half or at least something resembling its behavior' and he didn't say anything back and I had intended him to bythewayihadsaidit. He said after she came back, she went in the bathroom and got hysterical. We didn't say much about that. James said, 'Too bad, I heard she put on a decent show.' No, we didn't have much to say about that. We went to a few of those things. It's like afactory or a well incorporated business, girls come out by the droves at this one place in Palm Beach. They all dance with their fathers and get properly introduced, it's horribly Oedipal. A damn commercial process, wecalledit metamorphoses, that's Kafka's, not Ovid's by the way. We went to one at one of those places or maybe it was a private home, they had a butler who annotmced everyone by name. Even Jamesthoughthewascool. He was a frog-likeNegro with a tight coat who would bend his head to politely hear your name and deceitfully review your credentials and then he would turn around with simple grandeur to the multitudes and annowce your name but not obtrusively. We couldn't help laughing, it cleared the air, and seemed clean to James and I. We decided it must have been out of Alice in Wonder land or something." "This cocktail party was at friends' of the Walkers whose place is on the ocean. It was a windy night with big white clouds and you could hear and smell the ocean. I was glad it had rained that day because the Florida atmosphere is choking. Every night it got warm and thick and smelled like sex. The towns going south from Palm Beach are small and commercial and only clean where the tourists go and the wealthy live. We kept going to parties and to Palm Beach and the nights seemed to be getting worse, thicker and obscene, hot and dark like liquor, always hot. Yes, the Palm Beach night is like liquor, dark, heavy, ready and mocking everything, you don't even feel real. At the ocean it's better, the wind is unzipped and the night is disheveled and sandy and cool. It is real, or at least not contrived by the neighbors." He paused and drank down to the cold ice cubes. She said "I might not agree to your extent that description. It describes you better than Flonda perhaps." "Well 11 he said with a verbal shrug and then con tinued.' ''We got out of their light blue Cadillac and I could feel the ocean wtil we got inside the house. We went from a cleansed liquor night into a house of lacquered people. The house was beautiful and em had several levels and the colors shown well m electric light at night. People swarm-ing and clustering. The women Wlth then made-up faces and loud colorlul clothes talking incessantly and occasionally shrieking a statement or response with loud and piercing goddamn satisfaction t?at were being heard. I love to watch men ttymg to Impress other people's wives. The men weren't dressed so colorfully and they seemed smaller and always listening." "There must have been half a dozen boys our age centered at the liquor table, making faces for other and the girls with then;. Except; guls with whitish gold hair, the guls were James knew most of them and I was properly mtroduced which meant they didn't catch my name and I couldn 1t understand any of theirs." "There was an old and withered negro servmg, he could hardly speak English. Youhad to point out what you wanted and he did it by colors I think. He wore blue trousers and a red and yellow jacket and he had one gold earring, or he should have anyway. The boys were like my friends. They didn't appreciate anything, not interested in anything but drinking and dis playing themselves. Just there because their parents brought and deposited them." "Is that like bought and deposited?" she interrupted smiling. "Yes, but I said no interest." He paused drinking the water from the melted ice and setting the glass down continued. "They were handsome, but faceless, Ican1ttell them apart ttying to remember them, attractive with faces always moving, clean, meaningless. They were smooth and completely impenetrable, useful types, there to get free and hospitable li-quor." "James was disappointed because none of the guls had a kind of face he said grows only in Palm Beach. I think I know what he means, I saw something like it. It's not just expensive, it's haunting, special and always matched with a cool boring wealthy male There is a difference between wealthy and expensive he told me and I decided. Maybe it is part of the male-female difference. I saw lots of wealthy-looking people, but the expensive look is different and I saw it only in girls' faces. Wealthy faces suggest big cars and the groomed shrubbery of an estate on the intracoastal or the domestic ocean off Palm Beach. Wealth is luscious and rich and well-kept like thick Florida growth around big houses. It is like the obscenehotbreathoftheNewYorkshopson Worth Avenue or the Avenue itself. The preped, doll-like people all dressed well. The boys drive motorcycles and lay cheap girls and go to coming out productions and worse, they lay expensive girls. There's something about the wealth and the lush, Worth heavy and feminine and reminds me of fat, nch grandmothers that own the male stock of their sons and grandsons who are charming and sweet but determined and and capable of doing all kinds of cruelty. Money can breed the worst insensitivity and everything there is hot and choking like tropical gardens." "And your grandmother?" she knifed him. "My grandmother did ittoo, yes she did. She dominated grandfather so much it left him not only prostrate but poor." He stopped and looked at his glass and said softly, "I guess the gentle old fool never re, alized the price and the gauntlet of grandmother s name and inheritance. I don't suppose he ever knew. He not only had to bear up humanly and stay young, but had to make money and he had to father children and keep going through motions of it when they got older (she would never stop) and he must have gotten powder and mascara on his lips and face and when they finished he must have smelled like a woman too." "Yes, I tmderstand." He thought he could tell. She took it like iron--maybe it bothered her, he wa.m't "I guess he found silence or relief doctoring people, especially poor ones, maybe he found some professicm al compassion too. Grandmother said he spent of his time with the poor to avoid having to make money, but she always said you couldn't make any real money being a doctor anyway. I guess the great world and grandmother ate out the doctor's heart, God only .knows what's eating grandmother's liver." He stopped and picked up his glass again and con tinued without satisfaction. "James said there weren't any expensive looking girls there and he was right. I saw some expensive ones in Palm Beach talking to people like my friends or myself, and the expensive ones, it's all in the way they look. I could watch them for hours, thewaytheycanythemselves and look at people. They probably come from wealthy-looking homeswith artificialpirents and well-kept shrubbery, but it's as though they saw things for what they could be. Youcan see in their faces that they have insides but they keep them secret. Probably afraid they would get dirty and hot and sticky otherwise. Everything gets dirty, that must be why there's so many colored men injacketsrunning arotmd always trying to keep things clean. The expensive girls are frightening and look insatiable andkeepthemselves hidden behind beauty. They are the only virgins, and only virgins of t.?e mind or spirit because they go through all the n;tot_1ons and go to bed with the etemally loaded and smukmg lustful Palm Beach crowd. But they're passive and beautiful and hold something back, they control their features and don't contort their faces every minute with the latest whim. I don't know how or why, but they only can grow in that horrible place. "There weren't any rare girls there so I talked w1th the girl with the hair and I felt light and we danced in the wmd on the patlo, talking nonsensically about boarding schools. She went to a school near Atlanta I think. We stopped and looked in the pool and I looked quietly at the blue water tmtil I said I might jump in and she sa1d I would surely drown. People came out and joined us sowewentbackin the house. There was a large hall just outside the room where the colored man v:as serving drinks. Beside some stam there was h1gh wall facing the door to the living room and on 1t was a huge wooden Christ, crucified across a blank brown space They must have had it brought c ver from EUP ope it looked vety old. Its surface looked like time itself, staring and real, but covered with cracks and chipped paint. He looked either vety unhappy or very bored. I couldn't see Him too well because He was awfully high up and I had had too many Bloody Marys." "Glittering and unreal women would pass the hall on their way to the bathroom and look at 1t, or point at it, or comment to us how nice it was. 'Yes I said 'just what a home needs.' They would ask if thought it was expensive and I dryly asked a worn an if she thought it went well with the color scheme of the hall and she said well, not exactly, the whites and the flesh colors had faded awfully badly but my, wasn't the red brilliant. A very drunk woman with sleek stockinged legs, beautiful soft legs and practically no breasts at all tittered a little andstaredfora while, I thought she might have been praying for strength because her lips were moving 7 slowly, but she only direct_ions to the bath,room. He didn't say anythmg so I d1d and she wasn t vety thankful. She looked at me and then at it and I thought she was going to comment on the resemblence orsomethingbutshesaid, after a look of care as she steadied herself against the cast tron rail ing, 'God, they're always trying to show off where they've been. 111 Cousin Emily laughed and Jonathan smiled and went on "The girl, I forget her name, something like N anc/ and I were pointing out colors to the old negro. I was getting pretty ethereal Blood. Marys and wanted something else. I was gettmg to like she was fresh and cloud-like and clean. I was thinking this girl is human when we heard a scream. It wasn't that loud but everyone must have been able tohearit. I couldn't tell what kind of scream it was, it could have been an overly drunken man or woman yelling. Icouldn'ttell if it was almost happy ?r horribly sad. It sounded like fright and and lasted briefly but trailed off into passive m1sery. I thought maybe it was the final unrelenting cymbal crash of a tinted and strong smelling woman's successful evening. But there was madness in it. fury or laughter or an acceptably outrageous evenmg crown ing shriek but I was worried. "I quickly through a room which opened to another large room on another level, a few steps below it As 1 walked I could see the glitter of cold reflected light from crystal and with dark liquid, I caught a glimpse of the p1cture wmdow that looked out to the pool and the sea and a sharp clear black reflection of the room and its ter and myself. People were C:u:;'mg glasses and everything reflected httle bnght b1ts of insignificant light that revealed nothing. I saw something blurred in a mirror. It was dark and I c:m't rememberwhat it was but everywhere reflected hght and darkness. From the top of the steps I immediately saw the long dining room table paralleling the room I was in. Across the table with his chair pulled out and the obvious center of attraction was Mr. Walker, with his face and hands powdered dead white, smeared ungracefully, a cigarette from hlS mouth and hands trembling. He was talkmg or rather babbling about killing his wife _or mother and was making sexual animalnoises. I think he was pretending to be a dope addict. I don't know. I stared and lost my words. "Alll could see was the powder on his face and the glasses on the table. The scream m_ust have for amusement evetyone seemed to be m suspensiOn trying to laugh' and yet holding something back. Then I thought it was funny, madly amusD:tg, why weren't they laughing? Couldn't they see 1t was a scream. He did it too well. The trembling hands and the working mouth. James was in a drinking and looking at a window or a muror and 1 Just stood there beginning to think it's terribly funny or terribly horrible He got up and stumbled, that was probably audlentfc. He walked arouod the table and came toward me gesturing for me not to move. He whispered reassuringly, 'You haven't seen the little act yet.' Then with a delicate, unsubtle gesture he seemed to consider me physic ally as a whole andgotdownonhiskneesand started whining, 'Mother, you are so pretty, pretty enough to be a girl, but your body is so depraved and useless. 1 "I didn 1t know what to think so I tried to be poised, I was still and mask-like. He was an attractive man with witty, concerned manners. I had watched him alittletoseewhatsortof force he had been on James. It didn 1t last long, the other guests were trying to act bored and not watch. I tried to move away but he held me still on an imaginary pedestal. "I thought for an instant, "He's going to kiss me. There he was and I could see the powder uneven and obvious on his face, the cosmetics stuck there on the handsomeness. The gestures and the lack of comedy all meant something, but I couldn't think, it all had come out of the silence and the manners and the surface. I was horrified by his appearance. He kissed my shoes, leaving a smudge of lipstick and powder. He had drawn out the kiss and gotten up m aking profuse apologies for his existence and sat down. From a comer James said, 'Judas, Judas, 1 in a loud cold whisper, and I left fast going outside to stare at the pool. "I don't remember much else, never mentioned it to James except as a shrug when he said something ironic and concilatory. When we left we were all very drunk. I drank and stopped saying much to the girl. James' father left it all on, and it was caked and cracked and looked tired when we left, and he was bored. It was all there except in spots where liquid had blotted it away. "I guess I was surprised and it should have been funny but I can't stop thinking and remembering it. My image of him got a little dirty I suppose. People like him do things differently from what I thought." They were quiet for a long time and finally Emily asked him if he wanted some coffee because he must be vety thirsty after talking. He said, "Yes, thank you. 11 When she returned with the coffee she talked to him. He watched the stars, her eyes, held his coffee cup at different angles, and watched her hands and listened. She talked gently, then sometimes faster and harder and sometimes almost purred. She was talking about when she was yo=g and came to New York and how she had been taught to live with people and what she had been taught she was supposed to he and what she had thought people were and what hap pened to her. Emily talked about old women, women, painted and powdered wom_en and smiled and considered and warmed himself w1th coffee and words. Jonathan lay back in the cool dark shadows and looked at the neat lights, most of which had vanished and lost their usefulness. She courted his sobriety gently and strongly. The dark lines and tiny deep intricate places of her face worked quietly. They talked until the dawn shot up and broke virilely over the hedges and lawns. He had come there on that blind tm.known promise that leads yowg men to tall women when they are angry, distrustful, hurt, unbelieving and nostalgic. --LUKE SAUSBURY


New College 1.5 A piece of paper to say I left here sane. That's all Iwanttoshow for three years of my life. That and a dogthatbarksnotmorethan twice a week. The wind which blows from the West brings the odor of sulfur infested sharks which swim behind the big, pink building and waitfor an inept sailor to fall into their waiting, gaping, hungry mouths. The dog barks. At the very instant that a body hits the water, sharl

December 16, 1966 The Catalyst Page 5 Philosophy, Cinematography Are Complementary: Peters 17: ?! { ( ? f4\ c 6t \I\ ?IJ -:r :'--. ... r[, ;z I it> By KIT ARBUCKLE The active confrontation of firstclass minds is the practice as well as the preachment of college. In the unique context of the the exchange of opinion is as close as your roommate. Such a market for communication is bound to evolve its own forms as each member looks for the handsomest presentation for his thought. I was told that third-year student John Peters was interested in the language of photography and filmmaking. But when I approached him for the Catalyst, John didn't want to be intel'Vlewed about the way he talked; he wanted to talk. F e eli n g that the dialog that resulted was more significant than the hobby we had intended to investigate, we decided to print it as it was recorded. lbis is what happens in a -college. And the why of its greatness: Peters: "I'm a philosophymajor. I'm at New College under the pretense of making this discipline my life 1 s work. Now, philosophy is a verbal skill. Film is primarily nonverbal, rather it is visual. Arbuckle: "Though the verbal angle does come into the sound track. 11 "True. But I'm trying to demonstrate that cinematography and philosophy are really two very com plimentary fie 1 d s of interest. I find that I play one off against the other. My interest in philosophy is, I think, elucidated by my interest in filming, and my interest in philosophy. Now let me try to explain." 11 You get the feel of the one through the other? 11 "Right. I get more understanding and appreciation of the one through the eyes of tht> other. "When you made that first film you showed me when I came in, wha i o o icallydid you meiiD t o say?" "We 11 I s e e this film as being what symbolically naive. It wassu ha brief film that anything I try to say in it is going to have to be said somewhat overtly. The symbolic gesture of giving the rock tothe young man, then having the young man strive to reach down from the height of the semaphore but unable to reach it; then finally she CDmes upon the semaphore andgi.'es it to him, when it's easy for him to get the rock, he disposes of the rock and rejects her that brought it--that is a very nice sort of naive love story. I don't think it is an apt example for the point I'm trying to make. "That point is that I see philosophy as a critical tool to examine the validity of abstract ideas. And I see film as a form of artistic expression that deals, not with very abstract things, but rather with the extreme 1 y concrete. When in philosophy we speak of 'the brown wine bottle, we are talking about just any brown wine bottle. Now in film, if we wish to speak of the brown wine bottle we have no choice but to represent cinematographically a specific, very concrete brown wine bottle. "Now, it seems to me that so far I've made it clear that philosophy deals in abstractions, that it is a criticism of the abstract ideas in science, those in religion in aesthetics, in moral problem; in history--philosophy serves tool to test the validity of the abstractions in all of these disciplines. "What about the film?" "Right. The film works at a much more concrete level. "It represents real things. It gives you a more specific impression of some unique thing." "Yes, it has to represent, say, a specific person. In philosophy I can talk about moral man or good or evil. In film I can talk about a particular man. I have to deal with specific characters and personalities. 11 "It would be pretty nearly impossible to give all the color of all the characters of some motion picture, for example, The Sound of philosophically. But with m you can get your point across despite its complexity. 11 'Precisely. Your mentioning color is interesting; this is a whole other dimension. With reference to film, when a person views a black and white one he gets to fill in the colors himself. !think this is another way he can participate in the film. "But If eel we are wandering from the track, though. I'm trying to show how philosophy and cinematography are complementary endeavors. One is concrete, the other deals with forms. "In reading a philosophical wodt, say 'Process and Reality,' I try to imagine various ways of expressing or reproducing the abstract ideas cinematographically. I think that this is a very useful technique. In Alfred North Whitehead's cosmology in 'Process and Reality,' to show one application, he deals with some incredibly abstract ideas, so abstract that you could never hope to encounter them. "To take one of the ideas, Whitehead uses the term 'prehensive unification. 1 So I think how I can make a movie out of his concept. How can I make this very abstract notion concrete? By making it concrete I can see if it's really meaningful to me. If I can successfully bring an incorporeal ide a down into the real world, then it becomes more significant. canvas accomplish anything mean ingful?" "Yes, I believe it does, because itforcesthe viewer, the spectator, to recognize this fact about the world. Now, the common sense person can go through life knowing that people have fronts and backs. But Picasso, by makin$1! what appears to be a very strange paintmg, is showing you something that is true about the world, and you may have never thought about. 11 Or you can go through your whole life and never read anything about the theory of relativity, but if you really want to understand the way things are you have to understand the theory of relativity too. "You have a good point. In a sense, what we're talking about is the value of a liberal education. Now you know an uneducated person can deal with the world by living in the country and so on. They can walk through the streets and not get can I be a Picasso on film? Super impose on one frame the picture of this bottle from various points of view. The next frame would show diferent perspectives. Then the effect one would get as the film was run through a projector would be that of a bottle from many points of view at once and turning into other points of view." "That would be a weird effect. 11 "Andrelativity is similar. It's a very abstract notion, so much so that we could talk about it all day long ... "And never say anything. 11 "Right. Never know that it means that this bottle looks a certain way from a certain point of view." "Back to your mathematician again, he can take some equations which he can give a physical interpretation for, derive some other equations, andfinallycome to anotherform, which he can again interpret. But between the two ends If' he may be working with pure abstracts. 11 "Exactly. A math student can leam rules about symbols--numerical or more complex. But he may never see what he is wod!.ing with; he may never realize in bis stuay of calculus the volumetric and dynamic implications of the integral. "Then if you fail to realize what all your theories mean, you are not liberally educated, speaking in broad terms. Bl.E what about things that can have no practical application? Is it really worth studying the equations of, say Schr&tinger, when they are so complex that it takes several computer-years to solve them, and then all you have is some factor relevant to some potential electron position in an atom. Physics is to the poi.Jit today that it must talk mathematically only, since we can't even construct models for the things we're dealing with. Now, does this mean that physics is exceedinst the limits of practical usefulness? "Youhaveto consider the effects of the theories on human-scale problems. Let me give you a quo tation from Whitehead: 'Tile only justification for thought is the elucidation of immediate experience. 111 ''Why does he say immediate?" "He means immediate in the sense offirst-hand and concrete. Sowe say, if we accept Whitehead's definition, that the Schr&linger equations are justified only if they are useful in dealing with our real world .... 11 GOODWIN'S NORTH TRAIL fSSO "We could take something in mathematics, say the number 12. 1 Now, a person can manipulate the number '2' in arithmetical computations for his entire life and not really know what that number means in the factual world. But if in reading a mathematical text I come to the figure '2' and ask myself1 'Whatdoesthatmean in the world?' Sollookfortwo objects and take a picture of them--this makes '2' very real and concrete. This is the way that film, by bringing concepts m e veryday plane, is weful for illllcht IDto philosophy." "That' s really not too abstract a point in itself; it' s pretty obvious. 11 Pete r s Across from the An9us Inn "Yes, but be surprised. ln any case, I it's a very useful way of reading a text. 11 "Instead oftakingnotes on a book, you could make a film, mentally at }east. "Right. II "Assume you've picked your book. How do you go about actually 'filming' it? 11 "Well, let me apply that to the idea of prehensive unification to make that term more meaningful to you. The idea of seeing, say this brown bottle from every point of view at once--this is what we have to try to get across. This is what the cubists tried to do. 11 "Picasso, too. We saw one of his paintings last term where both sides ofthe profile were displayed simultaneously. Do you think that he was really trying to embody this prehensive unification? 11 "I think so. I think he was trying to say that when I look at you what I see is just the front, but I know you've got a back. What Picasso does is show you that there really is a back. 11 "He may be saying something concrete, but is what he's saying of any value?" "I don't know how to respond to that particular question." "Well, Picasso is taking a real fact--that front and back exist simultaneously--but does showing hoth of them simultane..,usly on the SAIASOTA CYCLE KEY SHOP s.m.. -..... ... '"' lll1 SNN ...... hit b y cars. He does these things out of common sense, he's never been reflective about them. But I think that our appreciation of the world is enhanced by a liberal education. We embrace all these qualities of the physical world by theories and take account of them in a way that is subject to critical examination. "Youcould say that the whole of being an educated person is having the right theories and seeing that they apply in the real world. This latter connection is where the various art forms come in--for ex pie, cinematography helps us leap from theory to pragmatism. 11 "Precisely. 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Page 6 The Catalyst on MERRY CHRISTMAS! FROM Pau/so11. NORTH TRAIL LAUNDRYLAND December 16, 1966 SARASOTA Flower Shop Make It a hGbit-1t0t occaaloa 121 9 1st Street 955-4287 Finding Home BEHIND THE 4 COOKIES, NEXT TO KWIK-CHEK ON 41 In a short time--less than two weeks, the planes will leave, the cars depart, we'll all go home. That seems an easy thing to say, to think of, because you know the roads are there, the familiar signs for tuming, or the airport you left from to come here. The streets will be the same, the town, the city--nothing much can change the the way it looks in three months' time. Your house, the place you live--the rooms, the walls, will all be safe foryourretum. It seems easy, but perhaps it's not. Home is a tricky thing, and sometime it surprises you, where it turns out to to be. It was a Christmas street I stood on, holly hanging from the light posts, elves dancing in store windows, carols from the loudspeaker in the little Salvation Army booth on the comer. It was no colder than any good December in that state, yet it seemed strange to me, some sort of error. The wind blew much too strongly, and chilled too deeply, and the possibility of snow was not at all absurd. Somehow I must have felt snow had been outlawed forever, everywhere, since it could never snow in the warmth I had just left, to come here. I'd forgotten all the earth had not come to Florida with me. Ihadsome Christmasthingstobuy in the crowded store there, a store I'd been in many times since I'd been small. Yet once inside, a mon_g the pushing :wd closeness, I realiZed I had no idea of where to look. Everything was in the wrong place--not just different, but wrong. Nothing was where it should have been in the store, I felt, and they had no right to change things this way. It wasn 1t long before I realized the departments of the store were as they had always been --all that had been changed was me. It was as I had felt about the weather. I'd forgotten what to ex pect of mv own horne. An entirely different ideal (though it seemed ridiculous to thinl< of ic in that way), had invaded my spirit, and I felt lost in this familiar place. I finally fowd what I'd come in the store for, bought it, and walked out to the car, feeling as if I drifted a good ten feet above the having no place to walk, nothmg to hold or keep or trust. The people, too were different--! knew that. looked and sowded and even treated each other differently--! didn't know exactly what it was, but it was more than enough to disorient me still further. I fowd the car and drove home then, through Santa streets with cars piled with packages, knowing the way home, knowing what church was on the comer, where I'd find the school, where the old Victorian house they'd painted red to laugh at all its scrollwork. But it was a deep knowledge, 0.1e I'd probably always have. It was still strange to see the park and drive its winding road, even though I knew for certain it would come. There was no one home when I arrived. This made me happy, strangely, as if there were somethingthereihadtofind that no one could see me looking for. I went in the kitchen, past the cowter and the copper-colored appliances to the pantry where the glasses had a shelf for themselves. I reached for one to get a drink of water and foundtheyweren1ttheglasses I expected, and suddenly I resented that they'd gotten all new glasses without consulting me. There was a new picture in the living room, new covering for the sofa, and I knew it wasn't right, I had been cheated in some way. I went up to my room and thought of my arnvmg, several days ago. It had been pleasant, but pleasant because of things I learned, not things I knew already. The same pleasure comes in traveling, in visiting. 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16, 1966 The Catalyst Page 7 Basketballers Lose74-S9 To Ebersole Sod Farm New College's basketball team, in a game often painfully remini scent of last year's, suffered its first loss of the season Monday night to Ebersole Sod Farms, 74-59. Now 1-lin Sarasota Men's League play,New College will play its next game Jan. 2 against a team from American Bank. Ebersole was clearly the better team Monday night, as they slipped through New College's defense at will and succeeded in forcing their opponents to shoot from the outside. Coach Jim Strickland got New College off to a good start with a 15-foot jump shot that gave them a 2-0 lead. Jim high above a Sod Farm defensemantoconnect on a long JUmp shot. Greene Selected Outstanding Wrestler First-year student Mac Greene was selected outstanding wrestler of the Gibbs Invitational Wrestling Tour nament at Gibbs High School in St. Petersburg Saturday. Greene was part of a three-man team representing New College at the tournament. The others were first-year student Ken Maruskin and second-year student Dick Ogburn. Greene took first place in the 145 lb. division, and Ogburn won sec ond place in the 177 lb. class. Greene won first place in his weight class the week before at an invitational tournament sponsored by the St. Petersburg YMCA. ED'S ESSO SERVICE Complimentary gift with your first tank of gas u.s. 41 Next to Troll ... II Auto Motor Scooter Uabillty & Colfision Pay as you drive Jack Zickafoose Insurance Agency Bayshore Gardens Shopping Center 755-5349 A shorterbut more ag'gressive Eb ersole team dominated the back boards from the very start, however, and it was only a cold-shooting Sod squad that kept the game close for the first half. As it did last year, New College found itself spending an inordinate amount of time beneath their own basket. The Ebersole team, which hasobviously practised a greatdeal together, penetrated the New Col lege man-to-man defense easily with quick passes into the middle. Until the second half, however, Ebersole usually had to take three orfour shots from beneath the bas ket before scoring. More often than not New College was unable to take the ball away before they did. When New College did have the ball, they were unable to consistently work the ball inside, and as the game progressed the team began to take to the air from IS feet and further out. Larry Alexander led the New Col lege scorers with 18 points, includ ingtwo back-to-back jumpers that briefly electrified New College rooters in the third period. Strickland, who sat out the entire third quarter, scored 17 points; Tom Lesure had 10; Steve Knowles and Dean Qf Students Robert Norwine each had six; and George Finkle added two. The team sorely missed Ass1t. Coach Pete Odell's aggressive board play, and his absence might well have been crucial, as only Strick land seemed to be able to do any thing right under the boards for New College. With Ebersole in the lead 38-35 at the half, Strickland rested four of his starters and the game quickly developed into a rout. Obviously a beaten team, New College collapsed--its polite offense sputtered indecisively, while sp big leaks. One of the few bright spots for New College was the play of freshman Steve Knowles. Considerably loosened up from last week, Knowles continued to impress ob servers with his over-all alertness and drive. BAY VIEW Cleaners and Laundry Complete Laundry and Dry Cleaning Drive-In Store: 1530 1st St. 955-0937 Anna Navttrro, School Represertative Third-year student Tom Lesure attempts a free throw as players from both teams tense for a possible rebound. In a game that saw the referees call a total of 47 fouls, New College made 17 of 33 free throws, and Ebersole made 20 of 40. Lesure made four of his 10 chances from the line. New College cagers in the picture include: Larry Al exander, 44; George Finkle, 77; Lesure, 88; and Coach Jim Strickland, partially hidden from view at right. See story at left. RIP VAN WINKLE LANES monTGOffiERY-ROBERTS Stwdetlt rata before 5:30 p.lll. 7007 N. Tamiami TraH sarasota downtown bradenton Your choice of 67 menu specialties. Lunch and dinner every day 14 Convenient Locations Sarasota-7230 N Tamiami Trail Sorasota-3550 Fruitville Road St. Petersburg-1500 Pasadena Ave. S. Also in Perrine, (oral Gables, Miami, North Miami, Dania, Ft. lauderdale, Pompano Beach, Boca Raton, West Palm Beach, North Palm Beach for now, and after ... ... steams ahead with the great new Norfolk jacket! THIS CHRISTMAS at "THf PLACE" GIVE MUSIC WITH RECORDS FROM JONES' MUSIC CO. 2836 N. YRAIL 355-1957 You've just got to have it. This look. This great Kelita kr.ow-how. The jacket, brassy buttoned. The skirt, an A-line s.,inger. All in fine wool heather. 3 13. A sweater goes beneath, its' striped, a mock turtle-neck, long-sleeved with long back zipper. 3440. All in Lilac or Celery Fizz. JACKET $20. SKIRT $15. SWEATER $8.


Page 8 The Catalyst Douglas Catches Sharks For Study Proiect Forhkmdependentstudy project, first-year student Drew Douglas is studying marine biology with Mrs Kay von Schmidt, director of Cape Haze Marine Laboratory. As part of his study, Douglas has accompanied the Cape Haze boat, piloted by Capt. Hugh Scott, on shark-catching expeditions. The sharks are one of the many interests of the lab. On the trip pictl.U'ed here, the 1 / I sharklineshadbeensetthe day before a few miles off Casey Key. At right, Douglas maneuvers one of the oil drums which acts as a bouy for the heavy shark line. Below, left, Douglas and Scott pull one of the sharks into the boat. On this trip, the sharks caught ranged from five or six feet to 10 feet. Below, right, the morning's catch liesonthe deck. Scott warned his passengerstostandclear of the mouths of the fish, regardless of how "dead" they seemed to be. At the bottom of the page, left, Douglas recovers with a cu.p of coffee on the flying bridge after the exhausting work. Bottom, center, Scott explains the different types of sharks caught that day. In the last pictl.U'e bottom, right, Mrs. von Schmidt, measures and records the dimensions of each shark as part of her research. December 16, 1966

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