Page Two THE MICHIGAN DAILY Wednesday; December 13, 1972 Wednesday, December 13, 1972 THE MICHI6AN DAILY c cr s c cr_ s c sx tr csr rKzm c scr c Christmas gifts from all nations For Christmas' Open: M. W. F evenings 'til 9 k~itchenl O port 415 DETROIT ST. ANN ARBOR MICH. THE HAIRY BU ERFL A story by Warren He 4I, Mwtlian ttilg MAGAZINE- contents pg. 3-4 Cookbooks for the holidays ". .< .S } 'i tF[:--f J t ~' f 4V$ k ...........,. ,.*.*. For the nicest choice of fine chinas, crystals, stainless steel and silver p9. 5 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 "Well, it's after noc with this we better get "I'm ready." "You sure?" "Sure. Just one mor "What are you going "I don't know. May over here, but I got hope he's a salty old "Well let's go.' "How big does it loc "Pretty big. Man, I "Oh man, how did i "Bloody as shit. Mai "Fifteen bucks is ch "Yeah, especially A of your life." "What did you think "You mean the tiger "Yeah. Wierd huh?" "I don't know if you "Nobody can see mi "Well you getter get "The beach is cool.' "Does it hurt?" "Not like when he having my leg shaved. "When it grows bac fly." "Yeah." pg. 7 Southern U: Anatomy of a by Charles Stein Tragedy l . Ssil6 1 e..e.. ?2 .............1 r..,.......,., r. you will enjoy shopping at the JOHN LEIDY SHOP . pg. 9 pg. 11 A Piece of My Heart a story by Richard Ford The Hairy Butterfly a story by Warren Jay Hecht Soviet Dissent: A Year Weaker pg. 12 601 -607 E. Liberty St. Ann Arbor 668-6779 Poems . .-. :\4!4. .4m ' .i ;: ; mamma a- pg. 4 Jeff Orr di \\T - t - t - . -r 4O2 N NARD w f yj _ } .rv ," .aa..." _.aa. r... . ." _...w1 .s ..a.a... .s ,,. ~ r. . ...f. .. a. .. _. a. .. ._..... .... I pg. 5 P9. Bert Hornback Joe Salerno Lawrence Goldstein Donald Hall, Simone Press, Linda Parker Silverman pg. 9 Pg. 10 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 0 4r m£icI$-att :aiItj Magazine Editor................Mark Dillen Books Editor ............Ed Surovell The Michigan Daily Magazine, vol. I, no. 2. Pub- lished monthly by the Michigan Daily, 420 Maynard, Ann Arbor, Mi. 48104. 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 Magazine Editor A GIFT FROM CENTICORE . "i. 4. is i. 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