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Allen, right, and VFW member Comedy on Campus Sarasota, Florida March 31, 1967 Tatum Says Best Defense Is A Passive Offense The greatest safeguard of peace and security of the United States would be a "non-offensive" for eign policy, according to Arlo Tatum, executive secretary of the Central Committee for Con scientious Objection. Saying, "I would like to see the principles of conscientious objec tion become the dominant theme in U. s. foreign policy, Tatum told a group of about thirty students, faculty and townspeople that "as soon as the world is assured the U. S. will not drop napalm on a single soul" the world will feel safe and a step will have been taken toward world peace. Tatum professed hispacifistic philosophy during a free-wheeling discussion of conscientious objection and its implications Wednes day night in the Barn. The meet ing was organized by the local af filiate of the American Friends Service Committee. A number of guests questioned Tatum's thesis, asking what a pa cifist state could do to avoid mas sacre at the hands of a Hitler. Tatum replied some bloodshed in case of attack is inevitable, but a non-violent response would substan tiously reduce bloodshed. He cited Denmark's refusal to resist Hitler by force of arms and the subsequent relatively peaceful occupation of that state by the Nazis. "It's true Denmark was liberated by force from outside," Tatum ad mitted. "But who can say whether Denmarkwouldn 1t have been liber ated othetwise?" Tatum began the evening's discussion by t e 11 in g the audience. "For the first time in our history conscientious objectors are in a po sition to be reckoned with politi cally." He said conscientious objectors have increased rapidly in number in the last decade, and they are as a group more vocal, more politically conscious, and "more apt to be visible. "Some people say we should give upourfreedom to save it," he no ted. "This has never made any sense to me. Tatum Also, he points out, the draft forces youths to make critical so cial, psychological and moral de cisions before they are ready: "I think it's awful that yo1mg people have to crystallize things at the time they need great est flexib ilitv." VFW Enlivens Tatum Talk Tatum also contended that for the first time "something of a peace movement" exists within the Armed Forces. He cited cases of soldiers refusing orders, and drew a historical parallel with France s difficulties in maintaining troop loyalty in Algeria. But Tatum recognizes little hoi>e for abolishingthedraft at least 'Wl til the Vietnam War is over. In the meanwhile, he recommends abolishing all deferments except 4-F and extreme hards.l.Up cases. They came; they saw; but they found it was the wrong battle. F e e 1 in g s ran high nonetheless when a carload of Manatee Vete rans of Foreign Wars visited Wed nesday's discussion of conscientious objection in the Barn. As the first step in anot-toofunny comedy of errors, the VFW apparently was misled by an arti cle in the local newspaper into thinking the meeting was a discussion of Vietnam policy. Since the newspaper got the time of the meeting wrong, as well, the VFW swooped in after the meeting was well in progress. When the discussion paused, the head of the VFW group, who was in a wheelchair, asked permission to speak: "We were told (by Leon Allen, a local citizen who helped organize the m e e t in g) we would not be welcome, bU: we have some questions. Adding what he could to the co medy, A 11 en began to push the speaker up the a is 1 e saying, "If you have something to say, you can get up on the platform. A burly man chewing a fat cigar, who was not in uniform but was part of the VFW group, cut in: "He's going to stay right here and talk. "And you're going to listen, or this meeting will be dismissed, he told the crowd. While Allen and the cigar chew er engaged in a brief shoving match at the door,the VFW leader assured everyone, "We're not here for trouble, and then questioned the intent of guest s p e a k e r Arlo Tatum's remarks on conscientious objection: Do you think it's wrong that we have fought for our freedom? Don't you think it's wrong to tell people not to go into the Service?" Tatum, who remained =ruffled and diploma tic throughout the proceedings, denied that he had ever co'WI.selled young men to ca tegorically resist the draft or mil itary service. "I advocate that each individual follow his conscience. If you did in entering the Service, you did the right thing .... But sometimes (conscience) requires breaking the law." The VFW quickly got the subject aro1md to Vietnam, and at this _point they were told the assembled group was present to dlscuss con scientious objection and not U.S. foreign policy. First-year student Roland King volunteered the use of his dorm room for the continuation of the discussion, in an =subtle attempt to end the interruption. King said he was the one who notified the newspaper, and he a pologized for putting people "ill at-ease" through the subsequent mis1mderst an ding. Others present quickly assured King and the VFW they were per fectly at ease, and Tatum invited the VFW to stay but to refrain from changing the sub j e c t 1mtil those who had questions about con scientious objection were satisfied. "So you won't answer our ques tions, is that it?" the VFW leader asked. Vice President Paul Davis then admonished the gentleman: "No, that's not it. This is all the result of a mis1mderstanding. This is not the meeting you thought it was. 11 SEC Seats The VFW stayed for another half hour and then left, a p p a r e n t 1 y bored. Conscientious o b j c c t ion in its broadest sense can take many forms, Tatum continued. Within the Selective Service system itself, of course, there are two c.o. clas sification, lAO for non-combatant servicemen, and 10 for alternative service.. These official c. o. 's, he noted, are d r aft e d Others, however, choose to "dodge" the draft in var ious ways or silaply refuse to co operate with the Selective Service. Tatum himself refused to register for the draft in 1940 and again in 1948. Both times he was impri soned. He is categorically opposed to conscription and has adopted a po licy of "non-co-operation. Tatumsayshisopposition to con scription stems from philosophical as well as pragmatic views. In vol=tary servitude in any formis immoral in itself, for one thing. First Alternates; Proxies Banned During ISP Alternates were s e ate d for the first time at a Student Executive Committee meeting Wednesday, but proxies will not be seated du Independent Study Period. Third-year student Diana Ship horst and second-year student Lau rie Paulson, who received the fourth-highest total of votes in their classes, were seated according to a compromise by the SEC last week. The first-year alternate,Jon Shaughnessy, is off campus for the study period. The compromise plan, proposed by second-year representative Rick Stauffer, called for the seating of both alternates and proxies to take the place of absent SEC members. Alternates w o u 1 d be seated first, and proxies would be limited to to one to a class, agreed upon by members who will be absent. After the seating of the alternates, a signed statement by first-year representatives Lee Crawfort and Eric Thurston naming Shaugnessy proxy as well as alternate was pre s en t e d This prevented a proxy from being seated from that Third-year representative Rachel Findley said Sarah Dean, another third-year representative, had left campus for the study period without in d i c at in g her choice for a proxy. Stauffer then suggested the SEC follow the "original plan" indica ted in the constitution and s e at only alternates. Second-year (Continued on page 3, column 1) Paulson, left, and SEC chairman Tom jarrell Asfordraftdodging, Tatwn made it clear he is opposed to "fraud" as it hurts others. He used the exam ple of those who fake homosexuality to receive deferment. "So many men have pretended homosexuality that some homosexuals are now being inducted. He also made it clear conscientious objection is a personal deci sion. He chided those who adopt a 'my co1mtry, right or wrong' at titude, and said evexy yomg man "should be confronted" with the issue of to serve or not to serve. Committee Will Ask Commencement Views A questionnaire to determine stu dent opinion on commencement will be circulated next week. Commence mcnt Committee ell airman Diana Shiphorst said the form will be submitted to first and second year students, while the questions will be asked orally of third-year students. Students will be polledcon:eming the desired time and place of com mencement, attire, whether there should be an outside speaker, the desirability of prayers and other questions. Othermembersof the committee include Betsy Ash, Kenji Oda, and Maxy Lamprech. Catalyst Wins Honor Rating The Catalyst was awarded a First Class honor rating for the fall se mester of 1966-1967 by the Asso ciated College Press. First Class is the second highest of five honor ratings. The rating was based on an eva luation of the newspaper's coverage, content, and physical prop erties in relation to other weekly papers of schools with enrollment of 700 or fewer. This is the second time The Cat alyst was rated First Class in the semi-annual rating since the paper went from mimeograph to photo offset.

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-2 Editorial Progressivism Lost Washington will not be satisfied tmtil it is assured the South Vietnamese are "free" to vote themselves a pro-West tgo ve rn men t ; Ho Chi Minh will not rest tmtil the South is "free" to attach itself to the North to form a tmited Com mtmist Vietnam. More than ever it is clear now that neither side is interested in a negotiated settlement per se of the Vietnam crisis. Both sides are apparently convinced it is the political freedom of South Vietnam they are fighting for, and they are willing to decimate the South Vietnamese to prove it. Un til very recently, howeve, Ho had the moral as well as political upper hand, as truly free elections in the South would have resulted in a Communist South. Thus, in August of 1964 we ignored and even denied the etistence of an offer from Hanoi for a mutual cease-fire. Recent improvements in our "pacification" programs, coupled with the decimation of the Viet Cong, may have turned the tide of South Vietnamese political opinion, however, and so now it is Washington that is the peace-seeker while Hanoi is on the political defcmsive. The miHtary war, therefore, tends to hide the true nature of the battle. It is ultimately a battle for the minds and political loyalties of the South Vietnamese peasants, for both sides have committed themselves to ultimate selfdetermination in the South. But to the average peasant the freedom to starve may not in the end seem to have been worth spilling a lot of blood over. The reason he would have chosen Communism in the past is that the Comm\Dlists represent change and improvement. The u. s., on the other ha>.d, has come to be identified with vested interests and the bogeyman hnperialism. The Viet Cong are terrorists, it is true, but so in their own way were the American revolutionaries back in 1776 in the eyes of the Tories. Our institutional role in world politics has taken a 180-degree t\.U'D. since those days. All this is in way of saying that the American attempt to hold back the Communist tide by brute force often defeats its objectives in the long r\Dl. Though political ideology exerts a powerful romantic appeal, in the long r\Dl it is the economic and social manifestations of ideology that are going to count. As far as the South Vietnamese peasant is concemed, the question of Capitalism versus Communism is not one of the mind but one of the stomach and of the spirit. "I dislike all nationalism, Arnold Toynbee told an interviewer, "(but) I dislike an aggresive nationalism more than I dislike a defensive nationalism." A lDlited Com m\Dlist Vietnam \Dlder Ho Chi Minh presents to threat to U.S. national interests; indeed, it fs not unreasonable to think Ho's nationalism would make a lDlited Vietnam effectively neutral, acting as a buffer between the West and China. The sooner this nation overcomes its blind paranoia of a non-existent Comm\Dlist monolith, the sooner we can return to our traditional role as a constructive, prograssive voice in world affairs. For it seems in retrospect we may have extended our support to the wrong side in the Vietnamese Civil War. Possony Will Speak At Revolutions Confab Wordhasbeen received that Ste fan T. Possony, author and lecturer on international affairs, will be a speaker at theN ew College Sym posium on Popular Revolutions to be held April 27-29. Possony Bom in 1913, Possony was edu cated in Austria, Gennany, Italy, France and the United States. During the Second World War, he served as an advisor and psycho logical warfare officer for the French govemment, and later worked as a foreign language broadcaster for the Columbia Broadcasting System. From 1946-1961, Possony was a professor of intemational politics at the school of Georgetown University, and during the same period served as a special ad visor to the U.S. Air Force. In 1959, Possony was awarded the Exceptional Civilian Service Award of the Air Force, and since 1961 has been director of the interna tional political studies program of the Hoover Institution of Stanford University. In 1965 he received an honoraxy doctorate from L-in coln University, San Francisco. Possony has lectured in the United States, Canada, Austria and France. His most recent books include The of Intellect, Lenin, the COm U!SiVe Revolution and ea er w c e edited. sponsored by the Selby Foundation and the Student Activities Fund Committee, will feature students, faculty and guest speakers parlicipating in discussions on aspects of revolwon. Topical seminars will be held on N atio!lalism, the American Stance in Popular Revolutions, the Communist Stance and Intemal Conditions, and areaseininus on Africa, Latin America and the Far East. The JUMPING AT March 31 1967 It's What's Happening: The Great Banana Discovery Bananas are bursting out all over, 1t appears. Articles in two periodicals recently reveal the familiar yellow fruit we've all had at one time or another on our oatmeal mav have othP.r uses which never occurred to mother. A letter to the Berkeley Barb, an underground newspaper published in Califomia, reveals the peel of the banana, when properly prepared and smoked, produces an effect comparabletosmoking marijuana. The procedure suggested in the letter is as follows: peel a ripe banana, scrape from the inside of the peel the white fiber, and chy in a slow (200 degree Fahrenheit or less) oven--then crumple and roll into a banana joint (cigarette, for the uninitiated) or better, smoke in a pipe. The correspondent describes the "high" as "gentle, ... more like a psilocybin than a marijuana high. II Marvin Garson, writing in the Village Voice, describes his own experience with the fruity drug. "It was identical in its effects to about half a joint of second -rate pot, i. e. it got me just barely high enough to suspect I was high. 11 As might be expected, the possibilities of the great banana discovery have not escaped the attentionofNew College students. Numerous at1empts have been reported of Sllldents industriously frying peels with immersion heaters and other contrivances, and some of the attempts, apparently, have been suc cessful. The only danger, of course, is if the authorities catch on, and try to banbananas. Alawpreventingthe fruit from being sold could be disastrous. Unless. of course, it's quickly repeeled. Gorfein Gorfein Re-hiring Still Unconfirmed President John Elmendorf refused to confirm or deny yesterday a re port that Assistant Professor of Psychology David S. Gorfein has been offered a contract for the next academic year. According to various student sources, who said they got their information from Gorfein, ElmendorftoldGorfeinSaturday he could return next year with a promotion to associate professor. There had been widespread re ports Corfein would not be asked to return. Gorfein is out of town and The Catalyst was unable to reach him last night for comment. State Teachers' Group Holds Meeting Here About 75 members of the Florida College English Association will be on campus today and tomorrow as New College plays host to the Association's annual spring meeting. Many association members, who are English teachers in the state of Florida, will arrive in time to attend a performance of "As You Like It" at the Asolo Theater, followed by a reception at the home of Humanities Department Head Dr. A.rthur Ross Borden. Tomorrow rooming the members will assemble in College Hall to hear a discussion of "Popular Fiction, Then and Now, 11 moderated bythe University of South Florida's Sarah Herndon, Executive Secre tary of the Association. The discussion will feature John Gardner of Biscayne College speaking on "The Public Novels of Sir Walter Scott, William Scheurle of the University of South Florida SPeak ing on "Henry Kingsley: The ProseLaureate of Wasted Beauty," and Albert Howard Carter of Florida College speaking on "The New Yorker Writers. 11 After a coffee break, the members will reassemble to hear George Harper of the University of Florida speakon "We'd Rather Fight Than Switch: Some Observations on a 'Teaching' Degree." The final session will be held during luncheon. A business meeting, presided over by Edgar W. Hirshberg of the University of South Florida, the president of the association, will be followed by a talk by Sarasota novelist John D. MacDonald on "Compulsion and Butterflies." The committee on arrangements for the meeting consisted of Borden ar.d Associate Professor of Literature Dr. Robert Knox. Vol. 3, Number 28 March 31, 1967 Ptmllihed weekly bystudeutsatNew College (except for three weeks from mid-December tbroqgh the fhst week in ]anlW)" and dx weel
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'lk Literary Supplement Volume Number 6 The Rain from a novel Hewoketothesmmdoflaughter, knew it was God' s, and c ould not answer it. While asleep his wife's face had taken on a pasty look. It looked like paper in the darkness. S h e did not seem to be as well-defined as the laughter. His mouth tasted like pine soot, something which meant he should go back to sleep. Not that it didn't taste the same way when it was time to get up. Inexplicably, the room was still dark as though thick curtains had been left over the windows half-way through the morning. It was either early or late. He looked at his wife'sface again. Something was moving across her face, or rather, Wldemeath it, a fluttering: it was as if the brain itself were making contractions in an effort to reach him with its _message. Whatever it was, there was no reading it. He rose puttingonhis bathrobe, and went to stand by the curtained window. Outside was the blackness that always meant three or in the morning to him, the close night sky not bemg so opaque. It was not worth looking at, and he moved away from the window. In the bed his wife turned over, still asleep but noticinghis absence. Then she raised up on one elbow looking at him. "George?" "Yes." "Where are you going?" Up Wltil that moment he had not thought about go mg anwhere. "Nowhere," he said. "I can't sleep." "Well, let's just go on ahead and get up, then," his wife said, and rolled back into a deeper sleep. He went over to the closet and stepped inside, closingthe door behind him and tuming on the light. He removedhls bathrobe and Dightahht without ClecidfDg what to do, and then put on 1iJs clothes as If that was what he'd had in mind all along. He ran his shirtsleeve overthetopsofhis shoes, turned off the light, and left the closet with his coat over his arm. His wife still slept, and he looked ove r at her to see if her forehead was about to speak. It seem e d not to be, and h e left the room. At the head of the stairs he paused at the g=case. An old twelveguage o ver-and-under sat within. Somehow it seemed improper and thoughtless to leave without the g=. If anything in the house was really his, this was it. He lifted it out of the case, feeling a pleasant shock at its weight. It had been long enough to come as a surprise, a familiar almost-forgotten thing. Inside the garage he sat down on the front seat of his car to think for a minute. He put the g= on the floor in back, andthengot into his coat to be warmed in his If he started the engine while the car was still in the garage, Doris might wake up. It followed that he had to get the car into the street and start it there. He noticed that the garage door was still up: he had forgotten to lower it after dinner, and it was a good thing. Lifting it would have made a bigger ra:ket than starting the engine. Possibly he could pull the car out and steer at the same time. He hooked his arm across the windshield and leaned back. The Rambler gave a single heave and rocked back into place. There had to be some way he could get his weight against the car and still hold the wheel, otherwise he 1 d be here all night, rocking the car back and forth without result. He turned and leaned himself against the centerpost, reaching back for the steering wheel. The car began to ease out into the street. Cleverly done, he thought. Like a boat on its maiden voyage. He drove down the street between rows of pleasant houses in which no light was on, each of them pressed close to its neighbors and only minutely different from them, but looking even so as if cut off from the others by a full acre of sanctified grass. At the highway he turned off, aware of making a decision, but not quite sure what it was. Intwentyminutesit was raining hard. It had beg= almostwithouthisnoticing, so fine was the spray that had filmed his windshield;he had automatically turned on the wipers and continued into the datkness. Now the rain had increased so that the wipers strained to clear it. He was heading south on his way to the turnpike, pressing on like a demon without purpose. Already the R:rnbler had flashed by two exits, the eastbound and northbo=d. Each time he had fo=d himself unable to leave the road he was on, so he guessed he would keep going south. Every quarter mile or so a sign appeared ahead, bright green and shiny in the glare of his headlights, telling him that exit seventeen, southbo\Dld was somewhere ahead. This one was the last toheadoutofthecityinstead of into it, and he didn't mean to let it get by him. Wben the last sign of the series appeared he slowed down, and shortly was on the exit, committed finally to the great highway beyond. The car's 'lteadlights picked out a figure standing beside the road. It was a hitch-hiker, stuck in the rain. As he passed he saw that the figure was only a boy, fifteen or so, with his hand already falling back Edited By Laurie Paulson to his side in resignation or maybe disgust The other hand was clutched firml y to his neck, holding his jacket tight against the rain. Either he decided n o w t o sto p and pick the boy up, o r he w ould be out on the h ighway and it w ould b e too late. The y ield sign was at hand. He backed up to get the hitch-hiker. The boy was all gratitude, like a puppy. "Nevermind," George said. "I c ouldn' t see anyone standing out in this rain. My name's Ge orge Chervil." "Mine' s Ryan Arthur. I guess I couldn' t have picked a much worse night for it. Chervil realised that it was in fact the rain that had made him stop. The last thing he wanted was a passenger, but still it was a good thing he'd picked the boy up, or he' d have felt guilty about it for the rest of the trip--at least as long as the rain kept up. After all, how many times had he been followed by bad weatherinhistravels? So often, it seemed, that rain meant travelling and travelling rain. At least it seemed so now. And when it stopped raining he would know he had gotten wherever he was going. "Kind of late, too," he observed to the boy. The name Ryan, or Ryun as the boy prono\Dlced it, so=d ed false. "Yeah, I guess so. I've been standing there over two hours. I almost wish I was home." "Where are you from?" "Chamblee." "Oh, from aro\Dld here--I thought probably you'd been on your way for quite a while." "I guess it looks like I have. Me being so wet and bedraggled, I mean. He gave a little squeak that might have been intended for a chuckle. Wet and aggle w had Jaak. Ji pouter. Now What was it, Chervil WODdered, that wu mak ing this boy so uncomfortable? He turned on the rad io to ease things, unable to think of a next word to say. All he got was static, and after punching several buttons and getting nothing better, he turned to the boy "Why don't you tWl e that and I'll drive?" T h e boy f i ddle d with the knobs and music came out, the early -morning COWl try variety which, apparently, was what farmers like to eat breakfast to. One bright morning When the S\Dl is shining I'll fly away: To that land Where joys'll never end, 31,1967 I 'll fly away, fly away. "Wouldn'tyouknow, said the boy, "That that particularsong w ould b e on?" He seemed t o =derstand that Chervil was taking flight. But h o w could he know this? "I'll tell you what," he said to the boy. "You tell me what you're =ing away from, and I 'll tell y o u what I m running away from. The boy blanched, clammed up. Bingo. "Hold o n now," Chervil said, "I didn' t mean anything by it II The boy stared straight ahead. I t occurred t o Olervil that he had forgotten the g= was in the back. Could the boy have noticed it and that be the reason f o r his discomfort:? But it was too dad<, the g= was on the floor. He tried again. "I just thought that as we are both adults and on our own we might as well be h onest with each other. 11 The only so\Dld was the rain beating down. "You might, Chervil added, "Tell me your real name, for instance." "How did you know?" the boy blurted out. "Which? That you're rWlning away, or that Ryan whatever isn't your real name?" "Either. Both." "Well, asforthefirst, you as much as told me yourself. Talking about that song. It gave me something of a shock at first: I thought you meant me. But obviously it couldn't have been me you meant, not knowing me, so you must have meant yourself. As for the name, that was easy, although I wasn't sure at first. But you didn't say it like it was your own, like you were familiar with it." "Oh." "Well?" "MIIfbe you to ning away from. Had he seen the gun after all? Decided he, Chervil, wassomekindofmadoutlaw? He was pretty sure not. "No, I think the right order is for you to tell me. You're my guest, in a manne r of speaking, and the guest a lways tells his story first." 11 All right the b o y said, but the effort t o g o any further was still a little beyond him. "Oh, well, my name--it's Bruce Annitage, which you must admit isn 1t as good as the one I gav e y o u, whatever it was--I've f orgotten myself. ( c ontinued on Page 4 ) Photograph by Carol P atrick -

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Chrysalis As the moon-sail lifted clouds slip by my form frail silk-streams through the spring's hues pale l.Ulder the faded blues and slides, trails glides its way among the purples of hyacinths-seen by no mari .. -touched by no hand. And the glancing colors only trace the fullness of my chest And the earth's chill waters never know their caress drains the only warmth from my thighs. Yet my morning eyes amber-shown find themselves reflections of the Sl.IDbUISt and moisty breeze as my star-crossed and windy soul stirs to the fire-red rays of the sun and sees a soulful brilliance to couple with its own hot breath. --AI.I.EN WHITT Photo$1;l'aph by David Tekler Drawings by Mary Blakely Of Arc'-ibald MacLeis h At last, growing brown into his end The straight man bends to the fire The good liar enters what he lies And finally lives out his poems about age As its impersonal rage burns him down. -WlWAM HEDRIN'GTON Ocean The deep-bh,c c.>C:pansc of ocean no meaning for me and for my fellow friend poets. Nor for the thousands of bristling nudes Who rummage in its salt cleanliness every Sl.Ulday and holiday, seen stepping briskly to dodge broken shells, fearful of cut pink feet. It had no meaning for the sailors in their status ships floating or chugging maybe with 200horse power speed. The fishermen, the only who touch the sea's womb warmth, laugh at its abl.Uldance, like spoiled children. The ocean has meaning, but only for the pelicans and brownandwhite sandpipers who daily scourge its waters, in search of food fish, larger stealing from smaller, smallest running toward land, screeching ravenously, all h l.Ulgry, all tearing the sea and shore apart for food. --PAUL ADOMITES First Poem The poem that sings itself inside me for you Does not come easily to sit still as words on the page. For if I am poet of the words Youarepoetofthesongthatsings alone into my darkness To no end. Oh, myself is a crude being, to be able to know this song Wailing in some small place its huge inaudible joy And live. Is it not a song too fine to be realized By any existence though enough to hold life? The singing of your poem surrounds me like the skj Blue because it is without beginning or end. As the sky altematingly covers and reveals the world It sometimes covers you and covers me apart And far away I am afraid That your face will not share again with mine its part Of the light and darkness. In that place The soggy warm sky blankets my eyes So that I bleary-eyed struggle but do not find the way: "Oh Mother I am lost" but there is no mother. Then again the sun and rain and wind all the sky's faces Will see our two faces together smiling with the song The poem again singing wildly anJ without sound Slipping out from its endless beginning. Within This arrow trapped within this twisted shaft is jagged and it chaffs the blue -veined coughing of my laugh. Its winter tip obliterates the meaning and the memory of warm lips. It snakes inside my ll.IDgs and rips the breath from hopeless sips of yellowed skies. When cruel illusions let me think that I could melt the dagger with the drink --ANONYM FLAGG of some man's blood his power shrinks at ;ingle touch and dee per sinks the column of confusion. Erect it stands within my jaded skin, a drill of nothingness, a parasite of sin that lodges in my shell, knowing well I cannot eject it til some bullet clears the pistol of my being. --MOLLY SANFORD

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FutureMemories of Existential Irrelevancies Nightscrowdedcloseto the ground, purple and damp; andsoheavythatthe grass was always wet. I went for long wall
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The Rain (continued from Page 1) "I'm naming away from home, I mean, I'm getting out on my own, asyou say. Away from the family. They don't like me much anyhow. My father even said so--he did, just the other night, he said he's wanted to kill me ever since I was six years old. Also I have this older brother that they like, he's in theNavy and when he's home on leave they jump all over him like he was God's gift to Creation. I don't have to take crap like that. I'm smarter than he is. Only reason he's in the Navy is, he couldn't get into college and if you think the University of Georgia is tough to get into--well it's not as you probably know. You sure you want to hear all this?" "Yes, go on," said Dr. George. "Well, I've already lied again--! said the other night we all had this bill: was in on it too--actuallyitwaslastnight, just after dinner. You knowwhatit was about? It was because I hadn't finished mowing the lawn in the afternoon. It was so hot I was breaking out in a rash, plus I have hay fever. What could be more ridiculous? It's always something like that. They don't like my friends. The girls I take out. Can you imagine what it's going to be like when I try to get married. Well, anyway, my father shouted and stormed arowd the house and Ifinallytoldhim to shut up, which made him all the angrier, He was going to hit me--came at me in a crouch, and God, his face was shaking--! mean it! --so I said I dare you and turned my back on him and went to leave the room. He started to follow me, so Iturnedmyback on him and went to leave the room. He started to follow me, so I tumed aro\Dld again and said, Hitme, come on, whydon'tyou? Because--Irealised this on the spot: he was afraid. He knew 1 would hit him back and he wasn't sure I couldn't take him. So I went to my room and sat down and decided to get out. So as soon as they were all asleep, I did." "How old are you? 11 "Eighteen." "Um." "You don't believe me?" "I was just wondering if it would be legal for you to go across the state line. Or that is, legal for me." "I'm eighteen." "I'll take your word for it." They drove on, not saying anything. Chervil wasn't quite sure the boy was through and could think of no proper response. A pinched expression had come into the boy's face, as if the telling had exhausted him. Perhaps after all he was through. "Youknowwhatreally gets me about this whole business? 11 the boy said finally. "No." "Well, this isn't the only time something like this has happened. In fact it happens all the time. And they are all alike in one way--the fights are, I mean --which is: myfamilywantsme to be something dif ferent from what 1 am, and they can't get it through their heads that I'll always be me." "I used to feel that way myself," George said. "Not so much concerning my parents, but about being somebody in particular, and never anyone else." "Andnowyouaren't the same as you always were?" the boy asked. "Well now I wouldn't know. But I sometimes do have the feeling that somewhere I've let go my hold on something important-something exceedingly important, which, if I could only recall what it was, would explain most of the things I wonder about. Have youeverlostsomething--abook, maybe, or even just a sock--and forgotten about losing it? Only to come looking--at your bookshelf, say, and you can see or rathersensethat a book is missing but you cannot rememberwhereitbelongedorwhat its title was? Only tohaveit tum up in the end when you didn't need it, and with no explanation for where it had been?" "I used to have a set of soldiers," the boy said. Chervil saw that he had run on too long. "In fact," the boy added, "things like that don 1t even get lost wtil you need them, and they don't ever tum up until you don't need them anymore. It's almost as if losing them meant needing to find them and finding them not needing them. Or I mean ... I don't know." "It is a little complicated," Chervil agreed. Thus we are speeding down the highway, he thought, speaking gracelessly of the most significant things. Exceptwecan't make it clear to ourselves what their significance is. Significant laughter and significant rain, and significant signs on Doris's !ace. Impossible handwriting. Herbackwards-leaning illegible script. "You haven't told me your story," the boy said. "I was going to tell you a story?" Chervil asked in surprise, not having told a story in years. "Yes: what you're naming away from." "That's no story. H it's a story you're after, it'll only disappoint you." Maybe, he thought, this kid doesthinki'm some sort of crook, without even having seen the glDl. "The point is it will make you feel better to tell it," the boy said. "It made me feel better to tell mine, anyway. Like you said, since we're travelling together. 11 "Chervil had said nothing of the sort, but it was a good reason all the same. "Well, as a matter of fact--" he stopped short. In the fourth grade he had had a teacher who would often spend the better part of an aftemoon trying to make the class stop beginning everything with, 'Well, it wasthisway.' 'Well what?' she'd say. 'You've mentioned a well. Is there a well anywhere?' or some tilnes, 'You've dug your well, now draw some water up out of it. 1 Here he was nearly forty, still breaking that sovereign rule. "I'mnamingawc:yfromhomemyself," he said simply. "Nothing dramatic about it. H anything, the opposite o! dramatic. I just woke up an hour or so ago and decided to leave home." "Will you go back?" asked the boy. "Oh, I imagine so." "I'm not going to, ever." "When you get to be my age it takes a lot less to make youleavehome. It also takes less to make you go back." "Then why leave in the first place?" "I've been asking myself that same question for years. The answer was always that there was no reason to leave, so why not stay? This time it was changed arowd: there'sno reason to stay, so why not leave?" "You're married?" "I am. I also have a daughter a little yowger than you." "And they're not reasons for staying?" "You don't think your family is a reason for you to stay at home. 11 "That's not the same." "Why not?--but never mind, you're right, because itisn'tthesame. I haven't had any fights. But even soldon'tthinktherewas any reason to stay, and I felt like going someplace." "It doesn't sowd to me like you're =ing away from anything." "I guess it doesn't. But I am. I told you I'd lost something, and now I'm going to look for it." "You aren't running away. You're running to." The boy had evidently done some thinking out there in the rain. What he said was partly true, but then again it wasn't true at all, He ha:ln 't meant literally that he'd lost anything that could be folDld--wless his imagination, Soithadtobethathewas=ning away, not to. Butwhathesaidwas, "!don't know." He he could just as accurately tell the boy that he, Bruce, wasn'trlD1Ding awayfrom anything either. It seemed even that he might be =ing to something in a more exact sense than he was himself. This leaving home of childhood or youth, it was always leaving something behind, but was it not more going after something else? Youran away, yes, but it was to sea, or to the city, or up the beanstalk. --' Do you have any place in mind? Where you're going, I mean?" "I haven't got that far," the boy said. Just then, forthe going's sake, with nothing more m mmd. There was something absurd in that and perhaps in his own case as well, for who say he had anything in mind? He thought he did and just wasn't sure what it was. Yet it was troublesome to think that he had to go away to find out. The idea was distasteful. There he was, in the middle of the night, the only car on a slick super highway, the weather only getting worse. Perhaps the whole thing was ill-considered. He looked over at his passenger, who returned his gaze with a questioning look. Chervil moved his eyes in the direction of the other side of the highway across the median. For a moment the boy's face wal expressionless, fixed noncommittally on him, just fixed: then he nodded once. Chervil turned to the left and directed the car over the median. A small sign flashed as the car wheeled over the grolDld, and Olervil knew withot. looking what it said, and he felt a sense of great well-being at making aU-turn at a point when doing so was expressly forbidden. Beside him the boy looked straight ahead. After awhile they both looked at one another and broke out laughing. Finally Chervil said, "I'm glad we ran into each other, boy, orelsewe1dneverhave had anyone to tell about what fools we were on this particular occasion." The boy just laughed again and shrugged. He lived in a about a mile from Chervil's, in a comfortable squarish house, painted white, its architecture Georgian in intent, its pillars false. Chervil turned the lights out and stopped in front of it, letting the boy out. "So long," he said. "Yes. And thanks," said the boy. At his own house Olervil coasted up the driveway, a feat almost as delicate as getting the car out had been, since the slope was up from the street. He reached in back for the shotgw and stepped out of the car. Beside the door the garbage pails, full to brimming, remindedhim that he had meant to take them out long ago. They could just as easily go out now: thetruckwasstillhoursoff. Heleanedthe glDl against the wall and picked up one of the pails. After putting it and its mate at the property line he stopped to look out over the field beyond his yard. Through thestreamingrainthe darkness was no longer opaque, but was now gathering light for morning. The trees could be distinguished from the sky above them. There was a brief flicker of movement in the comer of his eye but when he looked again to follow it there was nothing to see. It was gone, if it had ever been anywhere but in his eye to begin with. The figures on his wife's face--it was the same thing. He was not yet ready to go back inside the house, buthehadstoodlongenough in the rain. He returned to the garage and sat down once more in his car. There was, he saw, a problem about coming home in this particular way. Though there was no reason for leaving home, now there was no reason for coming back. Butitwas more than that--and he couldn't help the feeling, however little he wanted to admit to having it, that it was really a great deal more than that. Something asidefromhistrivial reasons or nonreasons (tmimaginative and feeble excuses that they were) was involved. Death in life, the hideous visage of. The laughter of his waking. Worse, more significant: he still felt drawn to leave. Almost physically. He remembered the rain. The rain! He was to follow it; this was something he had meant to bear in mind, and had forgotten while talking to the boy. Now he realised what his decision had been, when he had first tumed on the highway on it was to go till he got there, wherever it was. And the rain, his old familiar travelling-companion, had soon appeared, confirming his decision like a witty omen. H omens were that. But he was going. Once more he pushed the car out of the garage, and stated off down the street. But this time before he got to the highway he turned and drove aro\Dld the block to pass his house again. It was there. But he would follow the rain, He took the first exit this time, the one going north. --DAVID ROILOW Photograph by David Tekler

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Page 3 Students Demonstrate Against Dow and food .... Riesman To Visit Campus Dr. David Riesrnan, professor of social sciences at Harvard University anli an Honorary Fellow of New College, will visit this campus briefly next we.ek. Riesman and his wife are expected to arr1ve Sat urday and stay with President and Mrs. John Elmendorf through Tuesday. coming mainly for "rest but a discussion session might be set up Tuesday aftemoon. Members of the first charter class have been invited to have dinner at the Elmendorfs Monday evening and chat with Riesman. Elmendorf told The Catalyst last night Riesman is Above, Riesman, right, greets Elmendorf at an earlier party. Manatee To Host Manatee Junior College will host its second annual two-day Drama Festival and Workshop in the Neel auditorium on Monday and Tuesday. The Festival will feature student players from seven or more Florida Colleges who will present cuttings of one-act or longer plays, and will share in critic a 1 discussions led by MJC and visiting drama faculties and panelists, including guest performer John Carradine. Among seven schools a 1 r e a d y planning to attend and p r e s e n t SEC Junior College Drama Festival cuttings, Edison College will present "Playgoers, an original production; Miami Dade will show "Constant in ople Smith," by Charles Mee; St. Petersburg Junior College, "Spoon River Antholo gy," by Edgar Lee Masters; and St. John's River, "Sand Box, by Ed ward AI bee, with MJC's theatre group presenting the last act of the mystery play, "Laura" by Vera Caspary and George Sklar. The Monday program will begin at 10 am. The first dramatic pro duction will be staged at 1 pm, with others scheduled up to 6 pm Tuesday. Internationally famous c h a r a c t e r actor John Carradine will arrive on camp us Monday noon to visit with the students all aftemoon before appearing on stage Monday evening at 8: 15 in a oneman show and 1 e c t ur e featuring and commenting on selected readings from literature and p 1 a y s including excerpts from the Bible and Alice in Wonderland. Mr. Carradine's per.fonnance will be open to the public at $2 for adults, $1 for students. Seats may be reseiVed and held until Monday evening at 8 pm by calling the auditorium box office 755-1515. (ACP) The Dow Olemical Co Central Intelligence Agency and Colorado State College food service were targets of demonstrations recently as students across the country continued actively to express their complaints. At the University of Maryland, about 30 members of Students for a Democratic Society picketed recruiting tables for the armed ser -vices, the Dow Chemical Co., which manufactures napalm used in Vietnam and the Dow-Badische Co., which protesters contended is partially controlled by the directoroftheGennanfinn which manufactured gas to exterminate Jews in World War ll. The University of Maryland paperthe Diamondback reported Dow recruiter Gordon Clack as saying the protestors had no effect on recruiting and that 20 students signed up for interviews. In similar protests against Dow recruitment at the University of Wisconsin, Madison, 19 persons were arrested in 3 days of demonstrations. At the university's Milwaukee campus, students staged a sit-in to protest recruiting by the Centralln1elligence Agency, which recently admitted subsidizing international activities of the N a tiona! Student Association over a period of 15 years. At Colorado State College, some 200 students boycotted the central dining hall to protest the presence of extraneous objects--flies, hair, glass, gum, and band aids--reportedly found in food and to protest the quality of the food in general. The reported incidents touched off a series of petitions, meetings, and investigations, in addition to to the one-night boycott in which coeds gathered outside the hall chanting "Flies in your soup, gum in your meat, glus in your veal, please don't eat. Cafeteria attendance dropped from abote-750 to 214. The boycott was planned to last through the weekend, but hunger and lack of funds for eating out caused abandonment of plans. (Continued from page 1) GOLDEN HOST representative Ted Shoemaker agreed, stating students had, after all, voted to prohibit proxies from being seated. Findley moved to seat all alternates on campus during the study period, but chairman Tom Jarrell no vote was necessary, since thlS procedure is officially indicated in the constitution. Student Judicial Com m itt e e chainnan Stauffer reported an intervisitation violation was pending against astudentwhohadleft campus before being notified about the time of a hearing. Stauffer asked if the SEC's 10-day rule about cases being heard took care of such instances. Findley suggested the SJC send the student a letter and schedule the hearing for after his retum. Stauffer replied the violation had so minor it would probably SJC, but had just brought1t up to indicate "the same as last year existed de5plte precautions. Assistant Dean Arthur Miller re ported, in response to a question by Shoemaker, that the complehon of Hamilton Court classrooms Would require a major room switch. Jarrell reported he had received an announcement from Vice President Paul Davis that another allcampus planning conference, on non-academic matters, would be held, probably on May 13. It was reported a petition to restrict the prosecutor to non-SEC members has the required number of signatures, but won't be submitted until after the Independent Study Period. SAIASOTA CYCU lr KEY SHOP .... s.r..... ..... ,,,. 1 U'f S.... lti'Mt Crane's Book Store Personal Stationery 109 South Gate Plaza 80 Beautiful Rooms '50-Foot Pool Putting Green-Bahi Hut Coc:lcta.il lounge 4675 N. Tamiami Trail 355-5141 LUNCHEONDINNER-COCKTAILS PHONE: 388-3987 ........ '-" .... ST. ARMAND$ KEY JERRY GINNIS Your Host PHON: ROUT 301 SARASOTA, Just What You've Always OPEN 24 HOURS Wanted ... Closed meetings are being held to discuss quality and sanitation of food. Norwine Requires Prior N otif icati on Of Campus Meetings Dean of Students Robert NoiWine will ask students to notify the college lnfonnation Officer before bringing speakers to campus and before conducting public meetings on campus grounds. NoiWine came to this decision after he and other college officials received questioning phone calls concerning a meeting in the Bam Wednesday night. The meeting was publicized in the local news media as being connected with an anti-Vietnam move ment. Although the meeting was m f.lct concerned with conscientious ObJection, college officials had had no knowledge of the meeting and were at a locs to explain the situation, No!Wine said. "You don't involve other peoFle without the courtesy of informing them, "NoiWine said. He noted outsiders often assume campus activities are sponsored necessarily by the college. "Some people need to be know ledgeable so we can answer outsiders." No!Wine told The Catalyst last night he is not thinking "politically, bllt that it iJ conceivable that the college may not approve some public meetings on campus, when they involve "legal" problems. Tbes cues cw_;illK,_ far betweea, he fd. STARKER'S WHERE THE AESTHETES ROAM SANDALS IN GOLD YMr dtolce ef 67 men specialties. Lch 111111 diatMr eYery day 14 C..vnletrt LM.tto.s H. Tamiami Trail Sarasota-3550 Fruitville load St. Petersburg -1 SOD Pa$adena be. S. Also in Perrine, Coral Gables, Miami, Morftl Miami, Dania, Ft. 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Set To Go ... The Amherst track team., on campus since March 20, will depart to morrow after a triangular track meet with Manatee Jtmior College and Florida Southern College at MJC. Accompanying the team. was Cindy Steer (above), a Smith College student practicing for the Olympics in the half-mile. Mem bers of the team spent their morn ings working out at the MJC track {right) and their afternoons enjoymg the attractions of the area. NO UNSAVORY SPICES SERVOMATION MATHIAS ON THE TRAIL TiiE PLACE TO SHOP IN FLORIDA COIN LAUNDRY TRAIL PLAZA ON THE MALL GET READY FOR SPRING WITH COIN OPERATED lBy Attendant) DRY CLEANING SAVE 40/o Vince's Pizza Famous all over the West Coast 755-1812 Ott U.S. 41, Midway letweelt Sarasota & .._..ton at lowlees Creek THE PLAZA Spanish American Cuisine Serving Sarasota Since 1928 Holiclay Award Winner Member American & Diner's Club Lunch: II :30 4 Dinner: 4 II 1426 I st Str&et 958-5558 The Catalyst March 31, 1967 Cinema Scene Films Feature Modern Message By KENJI ODA A wave of "anti-convention" films seems to have replaced the super spy thriller as the bandwagon of the film industry--and thank Cod! Self-consciously iconoclastic and hilariously ftmny, four such movies are "Alfie," "Georgy Girl," "Mor gan, 11 and "A Thousand Clowns. 11 Usually discussed in the same breath among moviegoers of this campus, these films have in com mon a "hero" who runs arotmd do ing crazy things and thumbing his psychological middle finger at so ciety's inhibitions. In "Clowns, 11 Jason Robards is tmemploy ed and h a p p y about it. Alfie is a Cockney boy wanderer who flits easily from one "bird's nest" to another. Morgan is a psychotic who tries to regain his ex-wife via elaborate practical jokes. Georgy is chubby, a vir gin, and anxious about the latter. What each movie does is pit the hero against that intractable foe: Reality, alias Social Convention (or is it the other way arotmd? ). For Robards the complication is that he is the guardian of his pre cocious but secure 12-year-old nephew. The authorities become concerned when the boy ttmlJI in LUNCH DINNER COCKTAILS TRY OUR SPECIAL BAR-B-OUED RIBS Everything Photographic: Repairing Rentals -Trades Tape Rec:orclers and TR Supplies Fest One-day Kodac:olor'and B&W finishing end always friendly, Intelligent servic:e at NORTON'S CAMERA CENTER Saruota's Oldest and Largest 1481 M'lin Street or 2069 3428 No. Trail 355-3446 FINE DOMESTIC AND Shoe Repair essays on "My Visit to the El Bambino Qub" and the like. Subse quently, Robards is faced with the choice of becoming "respectable" or losing the kid. Georgy also faces loss of a child-only it's her ex-roommate's. The child obviously needs a daddy, and Georgy, who wants to be a mother without being a wife, :nust choose between the happy-go-lucky father of the child and a rich old sugar daddy. In "Morgan," it is our hero's ex'ollife who is faced with a dilemma. Played superbly by Vanessa Red grave, she is a ftm-loving beauty who is being courted by the even more ftm-loving if slightly cracked Morgan and a likeable but tmrUf fling bank executive. Michael Caine, as Alfie, meets his moment of truth when one of his adventures leads to an abortion. "Alfie" is as much a comment on anti-convention as on vested i deas. The hel'(h is involved in the modem answer to True Love and the War of the Sexes--the Battle for Detachment. Alfie's total dis trust of emotional involvement left me a little cold even while I was laughing at his antics ... If "Alfie" is a study of pseudomaturity through non-commitment, "Clowns" is a study of p s e u d o -commitment to immaturity. Robards is, refreshingly, an ad ult who is not afraid to be a child, not afraid to have ftm. Indeed, through most of the film it is his nephew who plays the adult role, being "realistic" and "practical" and telling while lies for the sake of a good impression. In the end, though, we see who is really the adult in the relationship, who must r e a 11 y make the decisions. "Why'd you chicken out? 11 the kid asks his tmcle after the latter had allowed realities to over-rule his integrity. Robards doesn't get a chance to answer. If he had, the moviewouldhave been ruined. The viewer's sentiments, of course, are those of the nephew. The hero who has the guts to snub convention deserves to get a w a y with it, somehow. In one way or another Reality wins out over Impracticality in each of the films. But except for Alfie I COPPER BAR l570 No. Lockwood Ridge Rd. 955-3446 IMPOUED LIQUORS luggage Repair Custom Made Sandals RICK LUND NANACI:R 220 TRAIL PLAZA SARASOTA, FLORIDA ....................................... ""5 i MAINLY 5 BOOKS, Inc. i I Jiu dJ;;:r:n::/ I IL ............................................... ; fotmd I really didn't notice. The Battle was so cathartic that losing it didn't seem to matter a great deal. ("Alfie" poses an exception in that its conclusion is a shot of Alfie walkin_ g moodily through -the Oda L o n d on fog as a v o i c e croons, "What's it all about, Alfie? I got a headache from being hit over the head so hard. ) What is the message? The heroes try to beat the system and find in the end they' only beating them selves. So who's really crazy? Those who are trapped by con vention deserve our pity, but re member that these people cannot know the frustration of the militantly anti-conventional. The courageous man is not one 'i'bo is incapable of experiencing fear; rather, he is one who can act in spit e of fear. Similarly, perhaps, the true Folk Hero is one who recognizes and tmderstands social irrationalities and prejudices but chooses to defeat them on their own terms. Thus the rebel who condemns so ciety in self-pity or hatred has been defeatedbythat society. The ma ture person is one who sees when his integrity is really on the line and when it isn't. He goes through life irreverent and tmashamed, but he stops short of psychological martyrdom. But enough moralizing. The joy in the anti-convention films is not so much in the tale as in the tel ling. Nutty people make for nutty, ftmny films, and those mentioned here are the products of excellent act in g, interesting photography, and fast-paced directing, as well. These and other m o vi e s in the genre ("The Knack") are good remedies for a bad case of cynical apathy. They leave you inspired and just a bit suspicious that the fellow making ftmny faces at you from the other side of the mirror is someone you know .... Patronize Our Advertisers Frank's Barber Shop 4 larben ..... h1, 0. u.s. 41 CAMPUS-PAC ARE COMING YOUR CHANCE TO ENTER THE GIANT $25,000 PRIZE SWEEPSTAKES available at The CAMPUS BOOK SHOP