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MUShare The Fioretti Archives 1-1-1963 The Fioretti (1963) Marian University - Indianapolis Follow this and additional works at: https://mushare.marian.edu/fio Recommended Citation Marian University - Indianapolis, "The Fioretti (1963)" (1963). The Fioretti. 30. https://mushare.marian.edu/fio/30 This Book is brought to you for free and open access by the Archives at MUShare. It has been accepted for inclusion in The Fioretti by an authorized administrator of MUShare. For more information, please contact [email protected]. I THE FI'ORETTI ! VOLUME XXU NUMBER 1 Indianapolis, Indiana 1963-1964 I . ' I AN ANTHOLOGY OF MARIAN COLLEGE PROSE AND VERSE --- ---------------- I THE STAFF Editor-in-Chief Donna Tatroe, '64 Assistant Editors Patricia Felke, '64 Miriam Kaeser, '66 Judith Koeck, '66 Evelynn Looney, '66 Mary Ann Werbinski, '66 Illustrators Maureen Loughlin, '64 for "The Penthouse" Kuniko Lucy Kato, '64 for "Hootenanny Hollow" Mike Leonard, '66 and Kathy Stapleton, '65 for John F. Kennedy CONTENTS In Memoriam: John F. Kennedy Article Naturalism and the Hero 14 Betty Talley In Search of Me 17 Mary Margaret Turk Fiction The Penthouse 6 Ronald Roembke The Fish Donlt Laugh 20 John M. Ford The Bereavement 24 Paul Forssander Goodbye Cleo 28 Bill Willmering Another Step 33 Dave Armborst Hootennanny Hollow 35 Valerie Miller Poetry Leviathan 12' Karen Angela Cox And Four to Go 18 Evelynn Looney "L" Station Pigeons 27 Karen Angela Cox Little Things 40 Theresa Meyer From Inaugural Address Delivered at U.S. Capitol, January 20, 1961. " . Let the word go forth from this time and place, to friend and foe alike, that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans-born in this century, tempered by war, disciplined by a cold and bitter peace, proud of our ancient heritage -and unwilling to witness or permit the slow undoing of those human rights to which this nation has always been committed and to which we are committed today. "Let every nation know, whether it wish us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, sup­ port any friend or oppose any foe in order to assure the survival and success of liberty. " ... And if a beachhead of co-operation can be made in the jungles of suspicion, let both sides join in the next task; creating, not a new balance of power, but a new world of law, where the strong are just and the weak secure and the peace preserved forever. ... And so, my fellow Americans: Ask not what your country will do for you-ask what you can do for your country. "My fellow citizens of the world: Ask not what America will do for you, but what together we can do for the freedom of man. "Finally, whether you are citizens of America or of the world, ask of us the same high standards of strength and sacri­ fice that we shall ask of you. With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the land we love, asking His blessing and Hishe1p, but knowing that here on earth God's work must truly be our own. " JOHN FITZGERALD KENNEDY 4 the PENTHOUSE RONALD ROEMBKE, '66 That was Frank Coombs for There was something eerie you; he had to pick a night like about the apartment house. this to settle his affairs. Chet Chet shrugged it off. The Brander tightened his muffler house was new and there were around his throat and dug his not many tenants as yet. gloved hands .into his overcoat Coombs had been one of the pockets, but there was no way first to sign a lease, and ' for of bal~ricading his body from nothing less than the penthouse the sub-zero cold. The city at that. streets seemed glazed with ice, At the door of the penthouse, and the taxis rumbled past the Chet stabbed the bell and mut­ corner with douds of frost bil­ tered, "Big shot!" I·owing from their exhaust pipes. The wind carried knives; vVarmth flooded the doorway Chet winced at every thrust, when Coombs answered-pleas­ and was almost tempted to ant steam heat - and - fireplace forget the whole thing, but he warmth, whiskey warmth and couldn·t afford it. Tonight was the warmth of geniality. That the payoff night, and he longed was Coombs for you, the per­ to get hands on the money that fect host, always ready to make had liIlgered so long in Frank's you feel welcome, and all so pocket. smoothly that you hardly notice He caught a cab and pro­ the hand dipping into your ceeded on his way. vVhen he pocket to count the contents of arrived at Coombs' apartment your wallet. "Chester !" Coombs house the arctic wind had blurted. "Nice of you to come grown even more insufferable. out on a lousy night like this. He was grateful when the glass Come on in, fella!" doors closed behind him. Brander went 111, shedding 6 his coat as he followed Coombs I want to show you the place." into the lavish living room. "I saw it." "Let me take your things. I "You didn't see the best keep it real warm in here," part." He swept his hand Coombs said. around the room, encompassing "I'll hold on to them," the wide, heavily draped win­ Brander said looking around. dows. "I got three hundred "Yeah, it's quite a place, Frank. feet of terrace out there, and Sure you can afford it?" it's all mine. Greatest view of Coombs laughed. "Don't the city you ever saw." He worry about old Frankie. vVhen strode over to the double doors I told you I knew my invest­ and flung them open, admitting ments, I knew what I was talk­ an inquisitive cloud of cold air. ing about. You won't regret "Hey," Brander said. lending me that dough, Chet, " Come on, you won't freeze. take my word for it." Just take a look at this view. "Then the deal worked out?" How about that, huh? Gets you Coombs coughed. "Let's have right here, don't it ?" a drink, pal. vVe've got a lot "What are all the bars for?" to talk about." Brander said. "vVe can have a drink later. "vVhy the window bars?" Look, Frank, '1 came out on a Coombs stuttered. "You know l~ight like this for more than me, Chet. Never trust any­ just my health. You made a body. Now you stay out here lot of big promises about that while I go fix us a drink." dough, and now I have to Chet looked around and felt know. Is it a payoff, or a stall?" strange and restless and ex­ Coombs downed a drink in alted. As if in a dream, he three large gulps, and said, "It's looked, until he realized that a payoff, Chet, like I told you. he was coatless and hatless in Before you leave, I'll give you the worst cold that had de­ a check for every nickel you scended upon the city in seven loaned me. Plus." years. Shivering, he turned "Plus what?" back to the doorway of the Coombs laughed again, and warm apartment just in time took a step forward, swaying to see Coombs, calmly and with­ slightly. "You'll see, Chet, like out hurry, closing the iron ter­ I told you. But come on, pal, race doors. 8 "Hey," he said, shaking the Coombs' apartment. There was knob. "Open up, Frank." Be­ none. Already his feet had be­ hind the door, Coombs grinned, come numb; he no longer felt Ii fted the glass in salute, and them. He clapped his hands to­ walked away. gether, and then pounded them "Hey," he yelled again. By over his body in an effort to this time he was cold and be­ keep his blood circulating. coming annoyed with Coombs' "Got to keep moving," he little prank. muttered. "Keep moving . ." Then the lights went out in He began to run. He kept in the apartment. running wildly, staggering It was only then that Chet around the terrace, until his Brander knew that Coombs had breath left him, and he fell, planned more than an impulsive panting, to the frigid floor. prank. He wasn't going to "Got to get help," he said to open the sturdy door that led himself. back into the warmth, not in He began a frantic search of the next minute, or the next his pockets. His hands first hour. 11aybe even-- touched the bulk of his wallet. "Frank!" Brander screamed, but his fingers barely felt the and realized that he .could bare­ leather. He looked at it stupid­ ly hear his own voice as the ly for a moment, and then took wind' came by and swallowed it to the wall. He wanted to the syllables greedily. "Let me write a note, but he had no in !" Brander yelled soundlessly, pencil. He looked at his wallet, hammering and pounding and and then flung it over the wall. kicking at the door. He lost sight of it at once, and Suddenly a cold gripped his there was no hope of rescue in flesh biting to his bones. The his heart. vicious wind whirled the frost In his breast pocket he found like an icy shroud around his a key. It was the key to body. Cold so terrible and so Coombs' apartment. He almost inescapable that Chet Brander threw it away. Then he real­ had thoughts of death and the ized Coombs must have put it grave.

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