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Volume III, Number 20 Published by Students of New College, Sarasota, Florida February 3, 1967 Felder Wins In Runoff Hany Felder, a second-year student, was elected Olainuan of the Student Executive Committee to fill Mike Cassell's unexpired term in a runoff election yesterday. F e 1 d e r received 92 votes. His opponent, second-year student Jerry Neugarten, received 76. There were two void ballots, making a total of 170 students voting. The runoff was necessary because no candidate received a majority ofvotes cast in Wednesday's regular election. Neugarten, with 54, and Felder, with 47, received the Faculty Vote Supports Better Communication The faculty approved Wednesday procedures "to bring about improved communication between faculty and students on matters of concern to both groups. II Acting on a series of motions drawn up by the Student Academic Committee (SAC) and submitted by Dr. Arthur Miller, the faculty agreed to Option Okayed these procedures: *An expanded agenda for each fa<:ulty meeting will be posted for the students as soon as it is distri-For Ora l T t buted to the faculty. The agenda e s will c 0 n t a in descriptions of the The baccalaureate examination will not necessarily take the form of a written examination, under a form at approved by the f acuity Wednesday. Acting on recommendation of the Faculty Educational Policy Committee, the faculty agreed to leave the specific manner of evaluating work in the area of specialization to the individual disciplines. The faculty also agreed the baccalaureate will consist of two co:m ponents, the first being an evaluation of the student's work in the field of specialization, and the second being an oral examination of the student on his senior thesis and on other aspects of his study at New College. The oral examination, covering the student's broader interests, will be conducted for one hour by a four-man committee which will include the student 1 s senior research advisor, a second faculty member from the student's division, and two members from divisions other than that in which the student is specializing. substantive it e m s that are to be presented for consideration by the faculty. *Whenever there is evidence of sufficiently widespread student interest in a subject under the jurisdiction of a faculty committee, the chairman of that committee will schedule a hearing on the subject at which students will be free to exchange views with the faculty. A copy of the same faculty meeting minutes distributed to the faculty will be posted for the students, with the notation that the students have not been approved and are subject to correction. These three procedures carry out with only minor change the first two proposals presented by the SA C. The remaining two SAC proposals called for a copy of faculty committee reports to be posted for the information of students, and for the nomination of a liaison student for each committee of the faculty. Miller, inreportingtothe Student Executive Committee Wednesday night, said these proposals were not approved largely bec:we of their impracticality and diliiculty of implementation. highest totals, and together their votes totaled a majority of votes cast. Other candidates in Wednesday's election were first -year students Tom Jarrell./ who received 46 votes, and Katie :smith, with 24. Smith, who resigned her position as chairman of the Supervisory Committee before the votes were counted Wednesday, was reinstated as committee chairman at the SEC meeting the same day. The new chairman will serve until Feb. 21, when elections for the regular term of the SEC Chairman will take place. Nomin:t:ions for Olairman open Feb. 9 and close Feb. 19. Felder 2 Resign from SJC After SEC Veto Third-year students Olarles Raeburn and Richard Waller resigned as members of the Student Judicial Committee after the Student Executive Committee failed to approve a JC recommendation Wednesday. Raeburn The resignations followed an SEC vote to give a wa.ming to a firstyear student who had broken both intervisitation and guest sign-in rules at the same time. The Judicial Committee had recommended Social Probation for the student. During discussion of the case, JC chairman and acting SEC chairman Stev e Hall said the JC would not: use "inlminentsocialprobation" as a penalty in future cases. Third year SEC member Rachel Findley sai d if the JC could be flexible enough to recommend expulsion after only two offenses, as it had in the Kennison case, it could recommend a warning with two violations in this case. A motion was then made by second-y e a r representative Kenji Oda to give a warning to the student, rather than social probation. The motion, seconded by firstyear representative Katie Smith, passed. Spectators were asked to leave the room while the vote was taken. Following the vote, JC member Dale Hickam, a second-year student, asked permission to address the SEC. Hickam said a warning means nothing as a penalty, and it was unfair to give one in this case and s6ve probation in other cases where there are two violations. Hickam told the SEC: "You do not: want your rules enforced. You hav e never wanted them enforced. You can' t have a rule and ignore it. II Raeburn submitted his resignation to Hall at the SEC meeting. Waller resigned yesterday. In his The oral examination will be open to the entire college faculty, as observers. Final evaluation of both components of the baccalaureate will be made by the appropriate faculty in the student's area of specialization and will by submitted to the Co 11 e g e Examiner no later than three -.,..eeks tefore commencement. Graduation will require a satisfactory evaluation. Borden Issues On Language Statement Requirement In other action, on recommendation of the faculty "SA Committee," the faculty voted to place no academic distinctions (honors, cmn 1 a ude, and so forth) on the New College degree at graduation. Scarrow To Speak At Forum Tonight Dr. David S. Scarrow, Associate ProfessorofPhilosophy at Kalamazoo (Mich. ) College will speak at tonight's forum on the "Genius of Galileo." According to Philosophy professor Dr. Douglas Berggren, Scarrow's majorinterest in the philosophy and history of science. Berggren said Scarrow is interested in the arts as well, and has participated in a Bach choir. Scarrow received his AB degree from Duke University in 1949. He received the MA in 1950 and the Ph. D. in 1959, both from Harvardy University. From 1951 to 1955 he was an in structor in Philosophy at Boston University. He held a similar po-sition at Smith College from 1955 to 1961. He joined the faculty of Kalamazoo College in 1961. Dr. Arthur R Borden, chairman of the Humanities Division, published the following statement on 1 an g u age requirements after a meeting of the faculty in modem languages last week. "At the present time not more then one-third of the students in Borden the class of 1967 have satisfied the language proficiency requirement. Anotherthirdseem ready to qualify at the next opportunity. The faculty is apprehensive about the progress of the last third, but, contrary to the usual rumors, there is no intent ion to lower or remove the requirement. To assist those students in the class of 1967 who are prepared to face reality, the College will offer a special administration of the test in about two weeks. All students in the class of 1967 who have not yet met the requirement are urged to take it at that time. A passing grade now will relieve apprehensions of both faculty and students. Those who do not pass now will at least know areas upon which they must concentrate most heavily. The next regular tration of the test for the classes of 1967 and 1968 will be in the first week of the third term. The faculty in languages discussed also the purpose and form of the final reading examination in language to be administered as part of the baccalaureate examinaticns1 according to Borden. The examinati:m is not intended to be a final test of language proficiency. It is to be a demonstration that the student is prepared to use the language in his own field of specialization. As an experiment this year, Borden said, members of the class of 1967 are asked to consult a member of the faculty in the language of their choice befora the last day of the second term. The student is to show the language faculty member a significant work of more than fifty pages related to his field in that language. The passage for reading and translation to be included in the baccalaureate exami nation will be selected by the f acul ty member from approved works, In other action the language faculty established the following guidelines for New College language majors. Emphasis is to be on flexibility of major programs and on the stu-dents' early development of language proficiency. A student planning to major in a language must ordinarily pass the appropriate language proficiency examination before the first term of his second academic year of residence. Exceptions will be made for the serious student who is without previous language background. (Continued on page 3, colwnn 1) Hickam letter of resignation, Waller said: "The SEC will never ratify a Juci ciary decision. 11 He also stated, (Continued on page 3, colwnn 4) Students Play Large Part In Inauguration Students will play a uniquely significant part in the inauguration of Pres ident John Elmendorf Feb. 22. Robert Van Skike, chairman of the inauguration committee, sa1d yesterday as far as he knows the occasion marks the first time at any college students have acted as co-hosts at the inauguration of a president. Also unique is the inclusion of students in the procession of New College faculty members and dele g at e s from other schools. All members ofthe three charter classes have been asked to march in the procession. A:cording to Dian a Shiphorst, ch:urman of the student inaugura tion committee, students will follow in the procession after Dr. Ar thur R. Borden, Jr. 1 college marshal, and two s t u d en t marshals, Tom Manteuffcl and David Kolar. Immediately after the students will come the delegates from associations and learned societies. More than 125 colleges and institutions have already designated representatives to participate in the ceremonies, and more are expec tecl. Sir Patrick Dean, ambassador to the United States from Great Britain, will be principal speaker. Astudentrepresentative will also speak from the platform. Accor ding to Shiphorst it is undecided yet whether the student speaker will be the SEC chairman or another. Other students will also participate in the ceremonies by playing with the West Coast Youth Sym phony, which will play during the procession.

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Page 2 Editorials Improve JC Sanctions The resignations of two Judicial Committee members this week are symptoms of fundamental difficulties in the enforcement of student rules. First, the Judicial Committee has no standards to guide it on sentencing those it finds guilty. No sanctions are specified in the rules themselves, and the Judicial Committee has been mabie to establish any lasting precedents. This lack of specified sanctions makes the present system almost unworkable. We understanc the SEC's reluctance to institute a rigid system of sanctions. Extreme inflexibility dehumanizes the law to an extent tmSUi.table for our small, closely knit community. However, under our present totally unstructured system, the harshness of sentence can--and has--become a matter of purely subjective and hopelessly divided opinion among members of the JC and between the JC and the SEC. (Also, we are dist1.ttbed by JC chairman Steve Hall's remark at last week's SEC meeting that the mood of the JC changes, and harshness of its sentences varies depending on that mood. ) Second the JC1s "step system" is--as several members of the JC out at Wednesday's SEC meeting:-too limited a system of sanctions. The JC can recommend to expel a student, or it can threaten to expel him in the future (by warning the student and, in cases of probation, his parents, as well). Period. Members of the JC argue warinigs are meaningless and ineffective as sanctions. We tend to agree. The solution to this problem, however, is not to skip the warning stages and rely on probation and expulsion as our only sanctions. We suggest other types of sanctions (e. g., withdrawal of privileges) be incorporated m our judicia 1 system. H a student violates the intervisitation rule, for example, perhapshis privilege to intervisit could be curtailed (i.e., earlier hom'S for him, or withdrawal of open room privileges). Furthermore, as a solution to the problems inherent in a system of l.DlSpecified sanctions, we suggest a compromise between total flexibility and total rigidity. We suggest a range of punishment be set up for specific offenses. An excerpt from a new student code might read, for example: "Upon a student's :firSt violation of the intervisitation hours rule, he shall be given no less than a warning and no more than imminent social probation or withdrawal of open room privileges. Of com'Se, some subjectivity would remain (which is good), but a system of ranges of sanctions would ensure that no student is treated l.Dlnecessarily harshly or leniently. We can only agree with critics who say it is impossible to provide for all possible ways to break the rules, for all individual cases. We contned, however, only a few guidelines need be set up, and the JC can, by logical extension and application of basic principles established in the guidelines, handle those cases not specifically covered in the rules. A Lesson for NC A lesson for New College might be provided by the still smouldering Clark Kerr incident in Califomia, specifically with regard to faculty tenl.tte policy. Many charge--ru:d others deny--that the firing of Kerr as president of the Um versity of California was a politically motivated action. Whether these charges are true or not, the issue has certainly become a hotly political one since. So long as the granting of faculty tenl.tte here is in practice left almost entirely in the hands of faculty members, the faculty will be open to charges that political motivations affect their decisions. We note there are rwnors, for example, that the faculty's _decision not to extend tenure to Dr. David Gorfein as ass1stant professor of psychology was based at least partly on personality differences and a vying for power among the faculty. Technically, tenure is granted as job insurance for faculty members; faculty members with tenure cannot be fired except under very extenuating circumstances. In practice, the refusal to grant tenure to a faculty member who is technically eligible means, according to one faculty member, that person should look for another job. It would seem there should be a middle grol.Dld. There are faculty members, we think, who do their jobs well but should not be given practically total job security. At any rate, since the decision to grant tenure must be subjective--there are no tests or papers as requirements for tenl.tte--we think students should have a considerable voice in tenure decisions, both because students know best how well a professor is teaching, and because politicking in the decision process will be made more difficult and less effective. The Catalyst Letters Former Prexy Describes Early Goals To the Editor: Congratulations to the author and staff of the Catalyst for the excellent D e c e m b e r article entitled "N.c. Has Not Fouod Itself." New College is finding a degree of maturity and true purpose when an article such as this one can come from a student source. It is a provocative analysis with constructive conclusions. No one could have a greater heartfelt interest in New College than I, its Fotmding President. My five yearsof tmanesthetized childb i r t h becomes more worthwhile when the lusty child seemingly is gaining a meaningful sense of direction and goals. Not to lessen the value of this article I would like to take a friendly issue with one point, namely: "The mistake of the New College administration and faculty, atthe beginning, at least, was in assuming that there was educational justification for giving the students virtually free reign in the pursuit of their adolescent ideals and illusions. This statement, in my opinion, is only a partial truth. My modest protest is not one of defense for the first administration and/ or faculty, but primarily to bring focus to one of the original basic concepts of the "New College Ideal." 'A Hollow Victory' To the Editon l would be happy to endorse any candidate who defended the rights of students to go v ern their own conduct. I am not convinced that is what Katie Smith represents. It is absurd to tell someone he has the right to govern himself if, to that statement, it is added "as long as you govern yourself properly. 11 And that is the kind of power we have "saved" bythe most recem blunder at the polls. With the spectre of the administration as a factor in their decision, it is true that many students voted to preserve the present product of prudem government--lenient administration of a stupid prohibition. In a community such as ours no truly defensible reasons can be given for a restriction on hours wherein intervisitation is permitted. I and 66 other students refused to lend our tacit support to a rule which did not belong in our society. It is true that, given the fact that a rule will be, 1 would choose to have it enforced by my peer group. The question, how ever, is whether this restriction should be and only secondarilyWlloShould enforce it. For Katie Smith and for our students this is a hollow victory. We are free to enforce laws ourselves. In fact, we are obligated to. Now, all of you who vote d for the rule in question, are you going to obey it? And even more importantly, when next the powers-that-be inform us that they intend to enact yet another law--let us all rush to the colours and show them who's Captain of our destiny. Let's enforce it berofe they do, For only then can we be self-governing. My hat is off to Katie and the editor i a 1 staff of the Catalyst. Our saviors. (siined) Den:ais Kezar Certain student latitude, wrongfully or rightfully, was incurred at the outset in the hopeful avoidance of the "fiat or Kremlin" type of imposed structure on anew, brave, and venturesome institution and its charter class. It was planned that the "New College Ideal" would attempt to give the students and f aculty an evolving participation in helping to develop New College traditions, goals, and program. Therewasnodesire for a pat, precooked, quickly frozen program of student and faculty rules and procedures for our charter class. Believe me that would have been the safest and easiest way for me, my associates, and the trustees. The hope was to encourage max imwn first year responsibility and leadership which must: be consistently associated with freedom. The modus operandi was to have been the all faculty-student tutorial relationship similar to the best of the' English tradition. This was one of the underlying reasons for the seemingly affluent initial 5 plus to 1 faculty ratio. Each faculty member was supposingly devoted to the experiment of this an-ange ment and the Dean of Faculty assigned to each faculty member a specific group offive or six students to which he or she was to provide individual and meaningful personal counsel and direction. Thanks for Music Dear Mr. Elmendorf, The Commission on Education of the North M etbod ist Church would like to their thanks to you, and the fine New College musicians who donated their time and t a 1 en t to our c h i 1 d r en s Christmas program. Our sincere appreciation to the following students who helped to make our program a success: Bill Patterson, Stu Klugman, D e a n e Root, Ted Shoemaker, Henry Thomas and Kenji Oda. Sincerely, Mrs. L. M Rhodes, sec'y Commission on Education North Methodist Church Booker Program To Reorganize Jerome Dupree, director of Stu dent Achievement Group (SAG) at Booker Junior-Senior High School, has a reorganization of the tutoring program involving New College students. According to first-year student Jon Shaughnessy, who is active in the tutoring program, the reason given for reworking the present system was lack of attendance by tutees. Shaughnessy said this lack of attendance was in turn "probably due to a lack of sufficient nwnber of assistants." The new system, which will begin next week, will ensure closer personal contact with the tutor, Shaughnessy said. Each t\Xor will work with them at times mutually convenient. Did Mar I owe ? Calvin Hoffman, author critic and lecturer, will speak Feb. 12 at the Asolo Theatre on his thesis that Christopher Marlowe was the author of works attributed to William Shakespeare. February 3, 1967 Our first charter class was to provide the substructures upon which each subsequent class was to expand andhefpperfecttheNew College concept. Not everyone understood his part or p.erfonned his best. The very concept was audicious. Planned fluidity was not a complete suc-cess nor, more importantly, a complete failure. In retrospect, there probably could have been some better middle grotmd. Our first rockets did not fully orbit, but neither were we grotmded nor our vision removed from the stars. The important act remains, that the faculty, students, administration, trustees, and supporting friends (even some critics) had the opporttmity to share in the exchange, dialogue, and trials which have helped to mold New College into an educationally exciting in inltitatklll that Ia WOd:hy oi Ia name W COll.EGE. Great institutions axe not born, they are made. New College was not conceived to be just another college. We were then, as now, in the words of your current president "attempting the impossible. I hope this will always be the course. (signed) George F. Baughman St1deats A1swer Questioaaire A 12-part questionnaire was distributed to students this week as a follow-up to the All College Educational Planning Conference Jan. 14. The questionnaire, prepared by PresidentJobn Elmendorf and College Examiner John French, asks students to name the most and least stimulating wurses and :hcultythey have had contact with, to answer several questions about the general nature of the college program, and to give some indication of their own performance. Elmendorf told The Catalyst last night the answers to the questionnaire could have an effect on faculty tenure policy and other policy issues raised at last month's conference. Member Associated Collegiate Preso Vol. 3, Nwnber 20 Febrwuy 3, 1967 Publi>hed weekly by students :u:New College (except for three weeks from mid-December through the first week in ] anuary and six weeks in July and August). Subscriptions: $5.00 per year (43 issues) or 15 per copy. Address subscription orders, chance of ad:lress notices and mdellverable copies to: The Catalyst/New College/Post Office Box 1898/Sarasata, Florida 33578. 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'lk Olrm1\JS'f Literary Supplement Vel Edited By Laurie Paulson The Death of Vyvyan Stuart The room was filled with darl< silence which almost muffled the sound of the piano, just as the purple drapes almost out the moonlight. A vall:ue silver ness filtered into the chamber through the dimly out lined windows, falling across vague shapes of massive chairs and imparting a ghostly phosphorescence to the gilt-encrusted frames and panelling. It glimmered on the polished floor almost revealing the complex geometry of inlaid wood to the man's straining eyes. As they at last adjosted to the pale glow, the observer stepped cautiomly through the cmtained doorway looking toward the glitter of sotmd that flowed from the shadowy depths of the room. After a few moments, he could distinguish in the gloom the instru ment, and the shape of the musician. As the volume of sound increased, the observer fanciedthattheroomgrewlighter. He followed the ripplingofthe music as it echoed beneath the elaborate ceiling among the painted gods, revelling in the airy spaces conjured by an artist of an earlier century. Lost in half-dream, he was startled at the opening of the door and parting of huge drapes within. A brilliant flooroforange light surged into the room and battled for an instant with the tumultuous chords whose might seemed too great for the piano, The conflict ended as abruptly as it began. The golden glare turned white as lamps flared up and a maid walked toward the stilled instrument and its player, bent over the keyboard, head in his arms, legs drawn up beneath him, a dark mass untouched by the blaze that had revealed all else in the bright drawing room. "Dinneriswaiting, ifyouplease, Mr. Vyvyan. And Mr. Tony's just come home today, sir, and wishes to see you. Will you dine with milady?" The figure at the piano raised its head slightly and gave a barely perceptible nod of assent before sinking back upon the instrument. The maid, with a small frown knotting her brows, hurried out as quietly as she could, without a glance at the I.Uliformed figure beside the doorway. It had taken him. a momentto adjust his eyes to the Ugbt, IUid then IIDOCher few to scan the pale blue and gold of the baroque chamber, haltinghisgaze at every familiar spot to briefly taste the memories it held, before looking again at the piano. He stepped forward and at his footfall the hunched figure drew itself quickly and gracefully erect. "Yes?" The voice was soft with a musical precision. He tumed as the footsteps, making no attempt at quiet, clicked across the parquetry. "Hello, Anthony," he whispered. "Good to see you again, Vyvyan." Anthony Stuart stopped a few yards from his brother and studied him. Vyvyan was exactly as he remembered him, though older and paler. Turning toward the visitor, Vyvyan shook the flowing brown hair from his face and stood up, carelessly brushing dust from the satin lapels of his coat, thenstood before him, gazing vacantly over his brother's shoulder and idly toying with the lace of his cuffs. "I have been in the room for a little while. When you were playing. It sotmded fine." Vyvyan's face betrayed an odd kind of dismay and Tony was taken aback. "Well. I'm not much one for the arts. Youknow, onlyknowwhatllike." He began to move toward the doors. "Damned fine playing, I'd say. Supper's served--aren't you coming?" Vyvyan tumed as if he had just noticed his brother and smiled placidly, extending his hand. "So good of you to come, Anthony. Thank you for the compliment. Shall we go?" Tony took the hand which, for all its paleness, grippedhissolidly, andfollowed Vyv van from the room. As they reached the door he asked, "Isn't it hard, that playing in the dark?" but got no answer. At the table they sat opposite each other with Lady Stuart at the head. She had occupied this place for twelve years since the death of her husband in Transvaal. Vyvyan sat to her right, being the eldest son, andAnthonyon her left, looking with increasing displeasure upon the elegant clothes and effeminate bearing of his brother. There was a sharp contrast between him--tanned and dark-haired, proudly erect in his chair with a bearing that matched the ribbons on his I.Uliform and the dull sheen of the Victoria Cross over his heart--and the languid inattention of Vyvyan. "I was told, Vyvyan, that your brother was the re cipient of a singular honour, 11 began Lady Stuart. Anthony never thought of her as a mother or even a wo man; always the aging statue faded manners and mali:Dificence of yoi.Ulg V1ctona s court. She was as remote as the sepia engraving of Prince Albert that hung above her bed, and whose promin_ence his father had never disputed. "Our Anthony lS a person of not inconsiderable valour." Vyvyan raisadhishead and looked toward his brother in polite attention. "He wears the Victoria's Cross, the first in our family to do so and here she leaned forward slightly with a trace of pride in her expression, "the first to be decorated for medical work." "Was it not a plague or some such, brother?" "Yes," answered Tony, at last pleased to have some part in the ritual of the house, "in Khartoum. It was dreadful for a time, men dropping everywhere and the whole division in danger of extinction. And of course, if we'd been killed off, the whole Nile ... "I am so glad you are safe. 'Vast strategic importance' the papers said. Quite brave of you. I suppose one of us must cull honours for the family. Where would the Marquis Stuart be without press notices? Excuse me, but I do have wOI'k," Vyvyan waited a moment as the Marquess bowed assent and with a gentle smile to Tony he slipped out of the room. In the ensuing silence they could make out the servants' movements in the kitchens until the almost indistinguishable music of the piano in the darkened room tinted the air. "Thank you for your attentions, Madam, Although I don't think of it in terms of action on behalf of the family, I am pleased that somebody regards the saving of a hundred thousand lives of more import than the cut of a waistcoat." "If you, Tony, are referring to Vyvyan, I consider itinpoortaste. But I will concede that my son's fas cination for the world of art is regrettable. Since Waterloo we have been prominent in the defense of oursovereign, atraditionwhichiamhappy you maintain." "Hang Waterloo and the rest. I've been in this house a day and I can't believe the place. I can't get an answer when I look for my father's effects "We will not speak of him!" commanded Lady Stuart. "You won't speak of_ a thing. I know the property is in the hands of the 'Marquis'. My own brother-doesn't stir till half-past one and spends his time in that tomb sipping tea and playing." "You are not to speak of Vyvyan in that tone. And of his music, it has been deemtd great by artists of repute! 11 She was standing now, angry. It was the first time he could remember that she had ever been aroused to any emotion. "lhavenoquarrel with his music, but who manages the estate while that jaded peacock glides about im mersed in art? Perhaps he conducts business at his stall at Covent Garden, or inspects the factories as he discourses with those pompous fakirs like Rossetti or Wilde .... "This, Anthony, is not your concern. You have an allowance." "ADd llll tnhed'ace, Jf l believe my lll&her." I I "An inheritance is to be given to you when the es tate is settled, and at Vyvyan's discretion. Beyond that, I will not discuss "And neither will he. Pemaps I should engage my own solicitor and look into the matter myself." "Life in Africa has debased you, Anth011y!" "It has made me determined to live and have what is mine." The old woman was enraged. She stood on the threshold in choleric silence and then spoke. "Your rights! Your name is Stuart but you cannot bear our arms. At least, not without the bastard's bar. Think on that, and be grateful you receive what money you do!" "Then let your fey son contemplate lilies while the estate crumbles. If I'm not to be of this house, I wouldn't do abloodybittosave it," he stormed. The Marquessturnedherback and moved Ulllilteadily away. ''But look to what you leave it. The fop can't look me in the eye The noise of his shouting died in the ornate room. In the stillness only the piano tinkled distantly. The Marquess tumed with unnatural calm and stared at him. "Vyvyan was blinded three years ago. He is now more my son than ever. Though I planned to welcome in my house a hero 1 find in his stead a viper. Never will we speak. And if you are within these walls four days hence, I shall have the footman throw you into the street." In a rustle of satin, she was gone into the misty gold labyrinth of the halls. Two days later, Anthony retumed from the city. Civilian clothes had not detracted from his rough good looks, which were of a dark, almost sculptured kind that he shared with Vyvyan, though they were in the latter more refined and aquiline. Hunying through the door with the chill of early fall about him, he stopped short as the steward stepped in front of him and proffered an envelope. He thanked the man and ontin at stairs o OWD apartments (O.UmM Photograph by Frank Lary

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First Communion The street was settled in the early evening air, and the wreaths and lights of Christmas Eve addressed the night as if they were its better part, some kind of comfort. I'd known it would be this way, known since I left my Southern college and boarded the plane and traveled, through hundreds of miles of winter air and meals in plastic containers, to my home. It had to be so because this comfortable Christmas was what I'd remembered and hoped for, and it was a kind of fulfillment and JUStification to stand by the front door and look at the garland of colored bulbs twined around the stem of the name post of the house across the street, and wonder about the prospect of snow. Coming home from college for vacations was a strange proposition, I realized, for I knew it was unlikely I would ever live at home again, and I was very much a visitor in a house where I was once a resident. I felt this strongly, yet I knew my parents and my sister considered my college time as the visit, and Iwasnowreturning to some rightful home. So it was a private knowledge, yet a pleas ant one as well, for !felt free from the responsibility and allegiance owed to a home, free just to enjoy the Christmas I'd come for, to relax and watch. I watched the delicate blue of the clear December sky. !watched the shoppers in their desperate hurrying, and felt the emphatic cold that never reached the Southern state where I went to school. I heard the conversation of my sister and her friends a s they built and elaborate life of danger and intrigue from a teacher's chance rem ark, and saw the winter birds pause to exchange some words of solace md advice at the feeder my mother kept carefully filled for them. And I saw all the careful working out of this Jnost ritualized of holidays, all the acts of faith and tradition and remembering, and was comforted. That dark afternoon, for the sky was filled with clouds, the tree was installed in the dining room, occupying its customary comer with an air of proper possession. The great box of lights and ornaments was fetched from its attic storage, and we hung the lights andfastenedthe balls and draped the tinsel with perhaps a slight self-consciousness, yet secure in the years and decades of the same hanging, of the same afternoons and evenings of Christmas preparation, and listeningtothefarsounds of church children caroling, made hollow and echoing by the lowering sky. I could see the tall, arrogant tree from where I stood at the glass panes of the front door. ln the dining room too, was the downstairs phone, which I would use in a brief time to call a girl who lived in North Carolina, midway between my home and the college we both attended. Kathy and I had agreed we would open the presents we had exchanged at school over the phone Christmas Eve, and I permitted myself to wonder what could be in the flat package with gold paper and a white ribbon she had given me with a sly smile the last day before vacation. Going upstairs t o m y room until the t ime for t h e call, I searched the radio for a report on the likelihood of snow (snow beginning sometime tonight, becoming heavy at times, continuing into tomorrow, the an no'Wlcer not failing to mention it would be a White Christmas) and finding a shirt and polishing some shoes for the midnight service of my old church I would sing in tonight, the choir director with his practice of inviting former choir members now in college to sing in this most solemn and yet joyous of all church services. I turned out the lights of my room and looked on the quiet street toseeif the predicted snow had begun, as I had countless times when I was younger and and there were no school and a fast downhill slide at stake. At nine, the hour Kathy and I had agreed on, I carried my golden package to the dining room. My motherwasthere, vacuuming underthe tree for shed needles and stray curls of tinsel, and I cautioned her I intended to use the phone. She knew, or guessed, my business, and did me the kindness of leaving as though this, really, wasn't the most important thing to be done, and the dining room was mine by rights. I couldn't get through immediately--there was a recorded message saying the lines were busy because of unusually heavy holiday calling, but after only a brief wait I heard Kathy's soft southern 'hello' with rts slight, trailing question, and we both SO'Wlded emharassed and happy as we inquired after our respective Christmas Eves. Herfamily was fine, she'd spent her days shopping and seeing friends, her tree was in the living room, eight feet tall, a star on top, her father had practically tipped it over putting it on. I told her what I'd done, and that I would sing in the Christmas service that night, and it might snow. We opened our presents then. I could see her, bending over my little Santa-Claused package, brushing the soft brown hair from her face, finally getting it open, finding the cultured pearl pin I'd carefully selected after two days of tired pushing in stores and out of them, her soft, wide eyes becoming, perhaps, a little wider, a little fuller of the astonishment they always seemed to express, whatever they saw. I opened my own shiny papered present, found there the wallet I'd broadlyhintedfor, understood her smile at her giving it to me, exaggerated my surprise over the phone at the present, gently teasing her, and myself. At length we thanked each other, talked of what we would do after Christmas, for the eight days until we wouldretumto school, holding the minutes of a perfect, close and distant communion as long as we could, then saying goodbye, my adding "I love you" at the very last possible moment so there would be no silence, noneedforherto answer or form a reply, nothing but the ease of what I, only, had said, then the sounds of the empty telephone line, a distant conversation, so far away as to seem a ghost of a talk many centuries past. And the bulbs of the Christmas tree lighting and extinguishing in a pattern that spoke nothing to me, yetcouldhave, if I'd thought they were important. I turned from the tree, happier than I ever remembered being. I left for church soon after. The service was two hours distant, but the choir, composed principally of college students like myself, lmew nothing of the music, so there was ample rehearsal time. I could have taken my father's car, but preferred to walk the half mile to church, to see the lights and touch the air and guage the night, and, perhaps, be there when the first snow fell. It would be cold, for I had no real wintercoatto bring home from my Southern college, but I was prepared not to mind at all. Therewerenostars, andlfeltthatthe snow was near. The wind would have hurt deeply if I had stood on the edge of a field and let it meet me without obstruction, but the trees and houses protected me from all of its sharpness, and I walked without discomfort. And every wreath, decorated tree glimpsed through a window, house ringed with colored lights, every distant call, cell of sheltered laughter, hollow barking of a dog, every light and sound and color of this precious night was a song for me, of the most intense and vivid joy. And I wondered (a speeding car piercing the night's crystal tension) if life was really as impossible a thing to conquer as it was made to seem. I wondered if the success I'd had at school, and Christmas Eve, and K athy (her musical voice touching me then, and a night we'd shared hot chocolate made in her room with music and a secret for the nights aftetward, every in the world), wondered if all of this did not combine to be a message, a sign for me that I had been exempted from whatever hardships life usually imposed, whatever difficulties it was thought had to be faced, in the living out of a person's years. And the thought that I had been granted a pardon and indulgence by the fates, far from being contradicted, was given a fine, delicate approval by the sheltered wind. !reached the church, and went upstairs to the choir room to find there the singers for this evening. They were people I'd been acquainted with from choirsinging in high school, but I knew few of them well, and vaguely nodded to answer any greetings. I gathered the music that was laid out on the table and a program, put on a spare vestment and found a surplice nottoo badly frayed and in my black and white went to sit down for the rehearsal. The music was easy and Drawing by Mary Blakely too much time had been allowed and so we went over things we didn't need to, and heard several jokes the director had heard from the boys' choir, and suffered an WlComfortable silence until it was time for us to into the sanctuary for the service. But the church was crowded and lit by candles standing at the end of every pew, md we were filled with an awe and kind of reverence in spite of ourselves as we filed in the side entrance past the chapel behind the cross borne majestically by the acolyte and entered the choir stall on either side of the aisle leading to the gate before the altar. We began the serv ice with an Episcopalian chant and I watched the priest in Communion robes and then peered out at the oongregation, as discreetly as possible, because strictly speaking, we were supposed to keep our eyes straight in front of us, being .ill part of a liturgical drama. The church wasfilled--Icouldn'tsee a vacant place, and this seemed remarkable, considerinsz the late hour, and that it was Christmas Eve. I searched the faces as best I could in the dimness of the candlelight and the closeness of the seating to see if there were anyone I knew or remembered. Of course there were faces that were familiar, but I couldn't see the few people I really looked for. Then, in the very front row, not far at allfromwherethe choir sat, I saw a face that, while notfamiliar, wascertainly arresting. It was the face of a very pretty girl--beautiful, in fact--several years younger than I. She had dark blonde hair, brilliant eyes, (I could tell even in the dimness) and wore an expression I couldn't really fathom. It seemed amused, capricious, plotting, superior, innocent, implicated, and a hundred other states, all of them contradictory. I stared at her far longer than I should have, startled by her beauty, puzzled by her expression, and almost missed the motion for us to stand to sing an anthem. After we sat down again, having done a fair job with our anthem, and the priest continued to say the serv-ice, I looked at her again, guessing the color of her eyes, wondering about her smile which seemed to have no reason for being, which seemed out of place amid the seriousness and solemnity of the service, yet which she kept with a confidence which seemed an easy match for the censure of anyone of such a smile. I looked at her from time to time during a long prayer, and finally I saw her look at me, her amusement seemingtobeevengreater, andwe stared into each other's eyes for an instant until I hurriedly turned back to the Book of Common Prayer. Every time I looked at her afterthatshewaslooking at me, as if only to disconcert me. This had happened several times before, in my choir days, that I would somehow become involved in staring compulsively at a member of the congregation, and afterwards !would always feel badly about it, as if I had ruined the service and made a fool of myself by my indiscretions, even if no one, really, hadnoticed. But out in the cold, I had been given a present of this night, and I felt not at all concerned with the results of anything I did. If a beautiful, mysterious girl was in the congregation to stare at me, well, I would stare back, (forgetting, of course, I had begun the looking), and anything that happened would be the perfect thing for this time, and part of a benevolent plan I was being gently led to follow. I thought that as the long preamble to communion began, asweknealt and the priest began the oblation, as I looked at the darkness of the church's high ceiling, where the candlelight could not reach, so that it seemed an extcntion of the night, and I expected to see shining bright Episcopalian stars. And I looked at thegirlnow, hershininghair, sawher look at me, her eyes dancing, then saw her stare at me with eyes open much wider than before, lean forward in the pew, and fall to the floor with a groan. People stood up in alarm. Several men rushed from the rear of the church to the pew where the girl had fallen. The priest hesitated for a second, looked around, and continued with his prayer. Nothing save the destruction of the building itself can halt an Episcopalian service. The men who had rushed to the front of the church picked the girl up and carried her from the church. They seemed to carry her bolt upright. Her eyes were open, she seemed to be mumblingsomething, some litany. She was still staring at me. Fortunately there was nothing to sing just then. I paidno attention to anything whatever, and sang the wrong part in the motet, when I could sing at all. All the candles and organ pipes and white linen and colored robes had suddenly become mixed, had changed places withe ach other and were no longer in their proper orders, were floating in a kind of communion of their own just above the limits of my vision. The people who filed up to the rail to receive the elements (who themselves were nervous and self-conscious and puzzled and aware of palticipating 1D so..,....hlns Ull'UIIIIU and dramatic, ha g omehow een in ed out to witness what they did ) seem e d merely a m a ss, with f e atures tha t were impossible to disce rn, movingin some v ague direction to an unknown purpose, only adding to a cha os tha t was fatal and inevitable. And the organ notes seemed the final gasping of a dying earth. Finally it was over and they let us leave. There was 001 exceptional quietness on the w a y to the choir room inrespectofwhathadhappened, buttherewas no concern which came close to matching mine. At the closets where we stood and took off our robes, there was much discussion about what had actually occurred. Someone said she had merely fainted. The choir director said he'd thought it had been an r:pileptic fit the way she had fallen. Someone else who knew the girl, though, said she wasn't an epileptic. A priest, who had inquired about it after the service, saidthegirlwasallrightnow, but had no idea of what had happened. I didn't wait even to hear the customary discussion of our performance, but htnTied out of the church into the night which had protected me once before. I looked for the patterns of colored lights but saw the girl'sface before she fell. I listened for distant bells but heard her groans as she hit the cold stone floor. The lighted windows were her eyes as she stared at me, home from the church, carried by the men. Snow drifted downward in sheets, and the wind cut me like a knife-blade. --LAWRENCE PAULSON From the Other Side Of the Eyelid Two sleepers: Between them I am floating in the Liquid warm blue of their Deep soft--very soft-Breath of beyond. I am of beyond; My hair is tendrils drifting slowmotion ln an unseen sea. I am a dream, Flowing, breathing cool shadows Of breathy streams of blue. As a dream, I know that my deep whispers, My sorrowfullappings At their quiet shores, Will not wake them, Nor will I be a dream If they awake. --MOLLY SANFORD

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The Myth of Sisyphus Breathe slowly Sisyphus, as though by stealth Each breath could be threaded through the mouth And uncoiled in the lungs, Instead of this sucking and blowing That ruptures the calm air on this mountaintop And makes the body one great gasping bellows Feeding the blast fmnace of the chest--Yet this good counsellwnps clay-like in my throat; The cautionary words grow to a choking mass, Like the cloying maxims of a bloated merchant, And fit as slackly as the merchant's baggy skin-li I must breathe, I will mark each breath with pain; Better pain than an overcushioned, overpillowed noth-ing-Such a life is lived all wrapped in gauze, The body thick with comfortable layers, The senses gloved and gloved again Until the world is lost in cotton batting. Not this! I will not be muffled in this wadding; I will make a Doomsday Book of pain, A minute recording of my violated cells, A catalog of my protesting properties: My fingers; they ache like an old man's, Who sits whining in the comer when it rains, And pulls his cloak tighter, And rubs his gray knots of knuckles; My arms; They hang like a beaten warrior's, Who has fought a hundred battles without rest, Until his arms drag downward in defeat As the weight of armaments outgenerals his will; My head--yet; yet enough even of this: Too much even of pain will dull, the protons, The electrons that I am rebel, break The frail schematic of the flesh, remake The nervous energy to a living form of lead. Soon I must tum, return to my toil. The great stone is nearly to the bottom. How many days, day dulling day dulling day, Each day heavy as a dead body, each day distinct With its drudgery, yet melting and fusing Like metals in the forge of repetition, Until they are a weighty alloy of this bare existence. And I must endure this ponderous amalgamation As a penalty for living as man should. From my tottering-time, when I first stood in glee To know the deep purple of the grapes spilling Over the table's edge in my father's house, I have always been a flashflood, cutting Gorges in the soft and ready earth, never The broad and quiet river, gently whorling, eddying. In my water-rage I made each fraction whole, Each stiff, dry second swelled wet and pliable, My living made each dustblown moment water-full. In this rush, the years became a cataract, My youth raced in a waterfall of days; The spilling years were but the time It takes to stand from lying in the grass, So I took on the stature of a man in ways ve spun five sunlight slants obliquely through stringy-tangled Spanish moss: green-gold and holy-silent shafts sustain the cricket-hwnming afternoon and, sliver sharp, slice us both at once. in the pulsing blood I feel your warmth--and in the sliding of your hand across my back. --MARY LOU PHILLIPS Beach S ong And so we are here, as always, Somewhere vaguely drinking coffee And waiting for comfort, as if At any time it might lie down under our feet For us to walk across simply And JOin biblical hands: inheritors of the earth. Ah, sweetheart, you will never understand That it is time for us to bum Luridly, our shadows melting In a sunset apocalypse: You watch the people moving, fat penguins, Your hair thinning out, Cream curdling your coffee. You are growing old with the blind morning. Tonight that tide pool will lie like a kidney, The stars, tooth-white, repeat themselves, Chipping the blank, deserted water, And the tide, coming in, Fill the hammocked sand where We might once have wrestled dari
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The Craven WHICH STARTS WITH A POEM Once upon a mldDi!ht dreary, while I poodered, weak, and weary, Over many quahlt aDd curious volumes of forgotten lore--While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some oue !eutl.y rapping at my louvered door. "'Tissome visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my lou vered door--Only this and nothing more. Presently my SoW arew stroucer; hesitating then 110 l011ger, "Sir, said I, "or Madame, buly your forgiveness I implore; Butthefactis I and so gently you came rapping, AndsofaiDtly you came tapping, tapping at my louvered door;-Dalkness there and nothing more. But there lud
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February 3, 1967 The Catalyst Sarasota Octogenarian ToRepresent Oxford University at Inauguration Oxford University, the oldest institution which will be represented at the maugurati
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Page 4 The Catalyst February 3, 1967 Student Transfers From Shimer Because of Drug Situation There By KIT ARBUCKLE New College recently admitted its first student to transfer from :mother college in the middle of the academic year. That student, Lee Harding, transferred from Shimer College in Mount Carol, lll. Here he discusses his impressions of the academic and personal situations at his former school in comparison with his own aspirations and with his view of New College. He also points out one ramification of a relatively new challenge to student integrity--the silent spring of drug usage. Q: What first led you to Shimer? A: My best friend was a National Merit Scholar. He got a letter from Shimer. I had gone through high school in three years instead of four, so most of the colleges I had tried said 'We can't take you. 1 My friend told me that Shimer took many students who had not even graduated from high school, so I applied there and was Q: Is Shimer similar to New College in its academic plan? A: Very much. The main difference is that it doesn't have a third term. The greatest load you can take is three courses per semeste:r; you can't have more than two classes a day. There are a coupl" lectures, the rest is seminars. That is the theory. It's a four-year school. Q: Do you feel that the theory is being applied successfully? A: Shimer started out to be a progressive school, but it's fallen short in many areas. They have a conventional grading system, which is easy for some people to take advantage of. They teach theories, but the tests they give are m05tly multiple choice--multiple guess-tests. Exams aren't too numerous, but then a whole social science test is one hundred eighty multiple choices, people ;ust rest on their laurels. It's not always the best student that does best. Q: Is Shimer a new school? A: No, it's about a century old, but it has only been prominent in the past 20 or 30 years, I think. There are about600 students there. Q: Was it primarily the practice of traditional ideals that made you decide to leave? A: The theories of the college were fairly good, as far as educational theories go. But in practice, the efficiency of the system was low. I went there with certain expectations, and they were bitterly disappointed. Q: Could you name some factors that particularly alienated you? A: One of the bothers was the multiple choice tests. Also, the seminars were overcrowded, and often they broke down into trite intellectual discussions. The major reason that I left was the inability of Shimer to cope with its drug situation. It's not even specificallythat people are taking drug. It's not just the way this Frank's Barber Shop 4 .. t.n ....... 7. 0. u.s. 41 Florsheim Rand Sebago Mocs at HOUPFS SHOES, tNt 1485 Main 958-4593 I contemporary american art D 302 john ringling boulevard "sub-culture" has sprung up on campus. A significant portion of the student body finds itself involved in this rom:< ntic concPntkm of a secret society, somehow more esoteric and closer to reality than the rest of the world. Of course, there is sometimes an acute conflictwith the educational environment. Consequent! y, the faculty has become disenchanted with the students and turned to their own politicking, trying to get tenure and all the rest. Personally, I think that the school will come out of it all a lot healthier and regain its ideals and be a very fine institution in two or three years. Butldon'thave the time to wait. Q: Is this sort of problem relatively isolated? A: There's probably a population on every campus that uses drugs, but that alone doesn't necessitate the disintegration of the educational community. The fact that people take drugs i> not as damaging as the trappings of the hippy subculture. It's a kind of lazy intellectualism appealing mostly to intelligent people where you take a pill and the next thing you know you're close to everything and the rest of the world 1 sin the dark. It's such a great thing1 such an easy way. There you are. cvol guy plus, and all you have to do is smoke a coup le of cigarettes for it. I feel that it's very unfortunate that the appeal is so wide. Both for relaxation and as an under ground mystique the call of drugs is fantastic. Once it gets a foothold it can destroy :my community it has infected. It can certainly be a dis tressing problem. I have a personal fear for education in general in America because of it. 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