Zick, Barbara Stewart

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MANUSCRIPTS 33RHODODENDRONSJohn R. FouttyTo walk in gardens where the russet budWill, sun-jawed, open, feel the searching billSteal from its honeyed throat tomorrow's seed.To see the rhododendrons blazing inA dew-crowned arabesque upon the hill ;Outreaching stamen waiting for the bee.Is there no shudder in the shadow here,The bloom so searched by alien beak or wing;No pride as pregnant fruit is set with seedTo seek the second wombing placeWhere soil-bound root will brace the stem and bringThe promise of another Spring to me.The Simple LifeBarbara Zick"FOH heaven's sake, John, turn off that music; it's driving memad!" Tana Elsworth stretched out across the leopard skinchaise lounge and reached for a filtered cigarette, importedof course, from the ivory box on the ebony table by her side. "If Iever get through with this imbecilic picture, I'll never make another!Nothing but work and hurry from daylight till dark. I'm sick of it,do you hear?" She started to cry.John nodded and walked in from the terrace outside Tana's roomwith two Martinis. He had heard this all before and expected it.Dealing with a temperamental actress was his job. "As soon as it'sover, darling, I'm going to get you a six month's vacation leave tospend on that quiet little island . . . nothing but palm trees and thesound 0 f the su r f.""Oh, John, it will be simply divine! That's all that I live for.J list to be alone ancl to Iive close to nature, no one pushing you andno lines to memorize." She downed the Martini and held out theglass to John. "Another, darling, and see if you can manage to makeit dry this time." She relaxed against the soft covering on the chairand breathed heavily. "Just a quiet paradise, the sound of wincl inthe tropical trees, the cry of the gulls, the music of the surf. I won'tbe able to stand it if there is anyone within a thousand miles! I'lllove it, simply love it. I can just see my picture on the cover of everymovie magazine in the country, and articles telling my public how Iyearn for the simple life."She became silent and accepted the drink that John handed her,and sipped it slowly. Then she sat up quickly. "John, get J. B. onthe phone. Hurry up, John, I've just had a simply tremendous ideafor my next picture. And turn on that radio; this silence is killingn1e."

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