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My Dear Faculty and Fellow Students
by Mark Dillen
Inside the Flemings' home
by Sara Fitzgerald
pg.6
"aH YEAH? Listen to this. You know Roy Leeds?"
"sttre."
"Well me and Roy and Larry Russ had the triple
alliance back in high school. Roy just got a new Chevy
when we was seniors and he was real careful about
keeping it clean and all, so one day me and Larry
said it's about time we broke it in and Roy says could
be so we bought two cases of Coor's and headed up
the coast. Next thing we're at Carpinteria. Man, I still
don't know how we ended there or what happened on
the way, but we took the last two sixes down to the
beach.
"Me and Larry want to go swimming, but Roy says
no cause we'll get all wet and sandy and mess the car,
so we're sitting there when this guy and a chick come
along and they got a fifth of rum with about this much
left, so we traded a six pack for it and drunk it and
all of a sudden Roy jumps up and runs into the ocean
with me and Larry after him.
"When we got done we took off our clothes and put
em in the trunk so we wouldn't wet the seats and got
on the freeway and Larry's passing out in the back and
I'm pretty sick so I says Roy stop the car or I'm gonna
barf so he pulls over and we drag Larry out and lay
him over the hood-and he throws his guts up and I heave
till I'm feeling better. Well I look around and I nearly
died. Larry's- still over the hood and Roy's standing
there pissing straight up in the air and we're all stark
naked only instead of pulling off to the right we're on
the median with cars passing us both ways."
"Man."
"This still ain't over. Anyway, I drag Larry back in
the car and get Roy and we take off again and make
it to North Hollywood and Roy drops me at home. The
next morning about eight I get this phone call from
Roy's dad who's a steel worker from Illinois and he
don't mince words. He says did Roy leave his car over
my house. I says I don't think so but let me check,
but it's not there and I tell him to put Roy on but he
don't remember nothing so I tell him I'll call Larry
and be over in a couple minutes.
"Well we're sitting there trying to figure out where
the car is when the phone rings and it's some guy in
Bakersfield who says he's got Roy's wallet. Now man,
that's over a hundred miles from where he was which
confuses us more. Then about fifteen minutes later the
state police call asking if he's the Roy Leeds who owns
the Chevy. It turns out the car's driven right up against
the front wall of some guy's house on a dead end half
way between Larry's place and Roy's. We went down
there and it's sure the car, but reverse is gone. What
we guessed is that Roy must of got lost on the way
home and tried to make a U turn but blew reverse, so
he locked the car and walked. And you know man, that's
ten years ago and we still have no idea how his wallet
ended up in Bakersfield or all the things we did that
night."
"That reminds me of something when I was a fresh-
man at Columbia. I was rushing my fraternity and the
night before they gave out the bids they had a beatnik
party and one of the brothers got me a date with his
chick's best friend. I go to pick her up over on the west
side of Manhattan. Well, man, I get there and it's this
super fancy old time apartment house with door men
and chandeliers and the famny has a maid. Well what
was really a drag was this chick's dressed in a long
gown and high heels to go to a beatnik party, right, so
I say screw this and when we get up to the house I
proceed to get stone drunk on Old Overholt rot gut. Well
after the party the guy who got me the date drives us
to take the girl home, only he's pissed at me because
his chick's biting his ass since I got drunk so he throws
me out of the car.
"The first thing I do is take a leak on the pole holding
up the awning in front of her house and the door man
comes out to get me so I run around the corner and into
the subway. And you got to remember I have no idea
which train or nothing. Well, I decide I'm hungry and
I got this pocket full of change so I buy about five or
six ice cream sandwiches from a machine and I start
throwing them at people across the tracks and scream-
ing and yelling how they didn't have any sympathy for
artists or something. I'
Anyway, a train come
around hollering when
and takes me upstairs
coffee, then asks me v
to my dorm in a cab
I don't have any idea
was real tall and had a
"Strange."
"Yeah. I was lucky
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with this we better get
"I'm ready."
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"What are you going
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over here, but I got
hope he's a salty old
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of your life."
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"Yeah. Wierd huh?"
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"Nobody can see mi
"Well you getter get
"The beach is cool.'
"Does it hurt?"
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having my leg shaved.
"When it grows bac
fly."
"Yeah."
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A Piece of My Heart
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The Hairy Butterfly
a story by Warren Jay Hecht
Soviet Dissent: A Year Weaker
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Joe Salerno
Lawrence Goldstein
Donald Hall, Simone Press, Linda
Parker Silverman
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White Dawn
by Joe Salerno
I wake and the room is white.
Outside the window the land
Blank with snow has vanished
Into sky, and trees are bone.
You wake and do not move.
Keeping the position of your sleep
You watch the ceiling hang
Like a dangerous drift, afraid
Your breath might bring it down.
We do not touch.
Your body is like frost beneath the sheet.
Carefully you turn to face me-
In this white dawn I am
Your executioner,
I am not brave enough to save you.
On the cold pillow
Your eyes melt like two snowflakes.
We do not speak.
And as you fall asleep
Again, I disappear.
In this issue...
WE'RE QUITE PLEASED to publish the
work of several of the area's outstand-
ing authors and poets. We didn't take this
literary turn accidentally; we thought that
with final examinations figuring prominent-
ly in the lives of most of our readers at this
time of year, occasional respite could be of-
fered in fiction.
Finding appropriate articles proved an
elusive proposition, however. Unfortunately,
as we discovered in our first issue, writers
with appeal can often remain little-known
locally, and we find out about them only
when a student or colleague advises of their
existence.
Poets are in the majority of the literary
writers presented here (a fact which Donald
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Books Editor ............Ed Surovell
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Hall says only reflects a general trend na-
tionwide). Hall is professor of English, as is
Lawrence Goldstein, who contributed the po-
em, Sublunary. Greg Orr is a junior fellow in
English, and a frequent contributor to liter-
ary journals. Joe Salerno, Simone Press and
Linda Parker Silverman are English gradu-
ate students whose work we also feature.
We're also calling this our holiday issue, a
title we hope will serve to keep this issue
around during the long holiday break. And,
needless to say, we extend our season's greet-
ings and hope to greet you with another is-
sue quite soon.
-MARK DILLEN
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