Boukes, Ledonna

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26 MANUSCRIPTSested organizations should bring moral pressure to bear upon thesituation in order to remedy the glaring evil in higher education.A FORTRESS DIVINEThe heart pulses and thrillsAt its sight:Nowhere in the worldCan anything be so fair,For it is the world;It is fairer than the sun,Yet it is the sun;I t is fairer than the sky,Yet it is the sky ...And the rose and the treeAnd the rolling lawn.In it I see a dove,Slow and at the same time swift,Innocent yet somehow knowing,Priceless ...So precious that one dare not clutch,Dare not hold too fastFor fear of smothering it,Choking it out . . .When present sadness and joy suffuseThe soul,The feet run and skip and hop. . . . or they freeze to the earthUnable to move.Next to its blaze,Sunsets lack in color.Some die for it,But I would rather live for itAnd in livingExalt it.Blessed be the manWho knowsYet would not speak of itTo those who know not,For they would think him insaneHe who is the sane one,They who are the dead.MANUSCRIPTS 27How can I tell you,I, who am so young?How would I know .Is not my mind as clear glass to yours?Nevertheless I claim to have seen and knownTo see and 'mowThe most beautiful thing in this world.If it be falseIt is a thousand times cursed.If it be genuineIt is a thousand times blessed.Have you never knownLove?-LEDONNA BOUKESI Couldn't CallSandra CheneyIT'SA beautiful Saturday night. Snowflakes pepper the windowsand melt almost ins~antly .. The ea~th looks 'Yhite and fluffy. likea chocolate cake WIth white frosting. Outside the trees glistenmysteriously. Sleek cars slide by on glassy streets! The world is assilent as the fieldhouse an hour after the game.Last Thursday was a night just like tonight. After our victoryover Podunk Center, the fellas and I called the evening quits bycelebrating over cherry cokes and pretzels. We had finally beatenPodunk. It was a close one. The coach used me throughout thegame 'cause two of the regular players were ill. Everyone said thatI played a terrific game. I tried to play my very best because Iknew she would be watching.She was there! I hoped she would be impressed by me. Isighted her immediately in the midst of the crowd. She always lookslike a doll. I can tell she brushes her hair a lot. It always looksso shiny and fluffy as it lies softly on her shoulders. She's about thebest dressed girl in the whole school, too. Maybe she noticed that Iplayed a lot in this game.The fellas thought I was out of it 'cause I didn't want to hashover the game, so they left. I was too excited to hit the hay so Idecided to go skating. She might be there; that's why I wanted to go.I had put on my new red wool ivy leagues that Mom bought theother day. They'll feel good, I thought, 'cause it's almost a mileto the old shanty, and the winter wind can nip like a playful pup.I couldn't find my red ear muffs, so I had borrowed Dad's Sunday-best wool neck-scarf. I knew I would be home before he was; Ipulled it tighter around my neck.

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