The Liberation of Madame Bovary Angela Molenaar 23 "Sunday P M " Linda Hendrix 25 No Way Back Roxie Mueller 27 "The Escape" Christine Iversen 31 Squirrels in St
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Literary Editor Kathi Foy Business Editor Carol Morphew Art Editor Sandy Heinen Layout Editor Cathy Sweeney Advisor Sister Margery Smith, C.S.J. Round Table Kate Blau, Idelia Brown, Colleen Curran, Anita Eikens, Mary Hotz, Chris Iversen, Martha Jesmer, Mary Joki, Terri Miller, Rosie Sipe, Sandra Spanier, Mary Jo Stanislav, Suzie Stewart, Barbara Zivojnovich, Pat Pnewski Contest Consultants Sister Margery Smith, Sister Mary Virginia Micka, Carole Fisher ARISTON The College of St. Catherine St. Paul, Minnesota Spring, 1974 Contents The Not-So-Good Morning Terri Miller 3 "The Ballad of Fresca" Kate Blau 9 "Last Night" Helen FitzGibbon 12 "Merlin" Barb Sagstetter 12 "Am I Afraid of Anything?" You Ask Connie Perry 14 One-Night Stand Mary Hotz 16 "The Clear-Sparkling Water Rushed Impatiently" Helen FitzGibbon 19 "Discovery" Pat Wolff 20 "Lake Superior at Night" Mary Joki 21 "Lady Shawn of Ireland" Kate Blau 22 The Liberation of Madame Bovary Angela Molenaar 23 "Sunday P M " Linda Hendrix 25 No Way Back Roxie Mueller 27 "The Escape" Christine Iversen 31 Squirrels in St. Catherine's College Sister M. Assumpta Nwulu 32 "The Joker" Jane Herrick 33 "The Smack Alas!" Jeanice Hyland 33 "Like Nails, Like Thorns" Kate Blau 35 "The Bombing" Christine Iversen 36 "White Flight" Mary Hotz 37 "Garbage Removal" Anita Eikens 38 A Critical Look at Louis in The Waves Kathy Kretch 39 "The Green Room" Christine Iversen 43 "Reflections on an evening discussion with Joan, Susan and Hermina or Chez Moi" Sandy Spanier 44 "Crime in the Streets, Crime in the Suites" Kate Blau 47 Morning Ride Colleen Curran 48 "Praise to You in its Greatest Form" Michelle Murray 51 Poems Joan Pong 52 1 The Good End Unluckily Terri Miller 55 "Epitaph" Mary Hotz 58 A Gift of Life Mary Joki 60 Petrol, the Puddlejumper and Pa Kate Blau 63 "Bad Memories" Deb Schauberger 65 "Tapestry" Mary Hotz 66 Hike to the Top of the World Mary Joki 69 "Feeding Calves in October" Anita Eikens 71 "Folly of a Fruit Cocktail" Barb Sagstetter 72 Photographs & Graphics Cover Photograph Pam Owens Photographs Eileen McConnon 4, 26, 30, 45, 67 Photographs Renee Savage 8, 11, 29, 50, 64 Drawings Gail DeMillo 13, 34 Photograph Darlene Biegalke 18 Drawing Michelle Lenz 42 Photograph Mary Koller 46 Photograph Pam Owens 59 Photograph Sandy Heinen 68 This year ARISTON sponsored a Fine Arts contest open to all student members of the College. The categories included Prose, Poetry, Drawing & Prints and Photography. An art student-faculty board and a literary student-faculty board reviewed all the entries. The winners are listed below: Terri Miller Not So Good Morning Mary Hotz One Night Stand Joan Pong "love moves slowly . Christine Iversen "The Escape" Michelle Lenz Drawing pg. 42 Gail DeMillo Drawing pg. 34 Pam Owens Photograph, cover Renee Savage Photograph pg. 8 2 AltalIVES LD The Not-So-Good Morning SA sA 191 14 -710 cep 6 I The morning was going slowly. Jenny decided that recbss was never coming, as she tried to squirm around in her desk to see what time it was. Miss Amberg had deliberately rearranged the desks so that no one could watch the second hand on the big IBM clock. Miss Amberg was like that. The morning was also going badly. Jenny's mother had overslept, so there hadn't been time for more than a glass of orange juice for breakfast. Now Jenny's stomach was making it clear that it wasn't happy. In the rush to get ready for school, she hadn't been able to locate her precious pair of gray wool knee socks, so that she was forced to wear white bobby socks. Jenny hated white bobby socks. She also hated her blouse with the poodles embroidered on the pocket, and her sturdy brown shoes with laces. The blouse was hand-me-down from her older sister Caroline, and the shoes were her mother's idea of sensible footwear. Jenny felt klunky. She felt even klunkier sitting behind Robin Clark. Robin was perfect. She always wore skirts and sweaters that matched, and she never came to school in bobby socks. Her clothes were always bought especially for her, even though she had two older sisters. Jenny sat behind her, looking at her light blue sweater that didn't have any poodles anywhere. She wished that she could trade families. Thomas Karous was being a pest this morning. Jenny usually didn't mind sitting next to him because he always had a desk full of Sweet-Tarts and red licorice. Although he had never shared his candy with anyone, he might someday. All the girls thought that he was cute, too, with his brown hair and freckles. Sometimes Jenny thought that she might marry him. Not today, though. He was being a bother. During penmanship he started drawing lines on the back of Jenny's hand with his Bic pen. The madder she got, the more lines he drew. She couldn't whisper to him, beause Miss Amberg got very upset at whispering. Since her hand was full of blue lines, and Thomas showed no signs of stopping, she decided that the only thing to do was to call it to Miss Amberg's attention. "Thomas Karous, you quit writing on my hand!" she burst out, and slapped his arm. Miss Amberg looked a little startled, and then hurried over to investigate. Jenny explained what had happened in her most reasonable voice, and gloated as Thomas was sent to stand in the hall, sticking his tongue out at her as he went. It served him right. The class settled down again. They were supposed to be reading a story from This is Our Town, but Jenny had read it a week ago. She wished that she had something to do. She tried doing all sorts of little boring things. First she traced all the grooves on her desk with her pencil. Then she tried stretching to reach the floor with her feet. After that she watched a ball of dust blow across the linoleum. She looked enviously at the kids in the row by the window. At least they could watch the other kids at recess. She tilted back on two legs of her chair, nearly lost her balance, and came down again with a thump. Miss 3 76 4741 , at Photo by Eileen McConnon 4 Amberg looked up with a frown. She was the only person Jenny knew who could frown with her whole body.Jenny was embarrassed. At last Miss Amberg closed her book and stood up, indicating that recess time had arrived. Jenny loved being in Row One, because their row was always the first one out. The class filed into the hall and lined up in twos — one row of boys and one of girls. Thomas was still standing by the door. Miss Amberg sent him back into the classroom to miss recess along with Steven Fisher, who had forgotten to do his Phonics worksheet. The rest of the class walked quietly through the empty halls, down two flights of steps, and out onto the playground. It was even a boring recess day. Nothing much was happening. Jenny didn't want to play Red Rover, and all the four-squares were taken. She didn't belong to either of the secret clubs, so she couldn't go to their meetings in the corners of the playground. She ended up talking to Melissa Withers, which was better than walking around alone, but not much. Melissa was a whiny, fat-faced girl in the other third grade. Her mother drove her the two blocks to and from school every day, and Melissa was spoiled rotten. Jenny had been in first and second grades with her, and felt lucky to be separated from her this year. Still, she was someone to talk to. They stood around, scuffing their shoes and bouncing Melissa's Superball at intervals. Jenny wished that recess would end. Melissa started talking about going fishing with her dad and how she had caught a dogfish. Jenny became interested in spite of herself. She had never been fishing, although her brothers had, and she was jealous of Melissa. Also, she had never heard of a dogfish, and she was curious about it. She pelted Melissa with questions. Why was it called a dogfish? What did it look like? Did it bark? Melissa glowed with importance as she told her story. It wasn't often that anyone listened to her. Just as she was reaching the climax of her story, though, Jenny made a funny noise. Melissa broke off. "What's wrong, Jenny?" Jenny was looking around wildly. In the few minutes in which she had let her atten- tion wander, her class had disappeared. With a sinking feeling she realized that Miss Amberg had already led her classmates in. "Melissa, I've got to go!" she gasped, and hurried into the building. That dumb Melissa! Now look at the mess she was in. Miss Amberg would keep her after school for the rest of the year, and she'd never get to go out to recess again. The halls were deserted. Jenny climbed the steps and headed toward her classroom. Her footsteps echoed down the hall. She began to get scared. What did they do to kids who were late in from recess? No one else that she could remember had ever forgotten to come in, so the punishment must be really terrible. Maybe they'd kick her out of school. Panicking, she took off her shoes and tiptoed toward the open door of 3B.