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8 Ka Lono Volume I, Number 1 was exactly the size and shape that public had to be educated slow ly, led to than their necessary two hours each harmonized most perfectly with every­ the realization that his way was the day. thing about him. He verified this by only way, that it would really be the Things went well for the Proportion- long hours spent examining himself best thing for everyone. ists, as they were now called. Of carefully in front of his mirror. The His first act was to sever diplo­ course there were flare-ups now and more he looked at his own face, the matic relations with surrounding coun­ then, led by some wild-eyed reaction­ more determined he became to wipe tries, and the borders of his land were ary who mouthed heresies about every­ out all ugliness from his Fatherland. sealed to travelers. Bitter notes were one having a right to live, even though The logic behind his plan was simple received from foreign ambassadors, his appearance might prove offensive enough: No one likes to look at ugliness but he firmly rejected them. For the to decent people. But these revolution­ and, while one may pity it, one cannot time being, at least, his country must aries, if you looked hard enough, al­ help being made uncomfortable by its be sufficient unto itself. Later, per­ most always had some kind of defect presence. This discomfort is reflected haps, when the rest of the world saw themselves, which satisfactorily ex­ in one’s behaviour toward the person how he would arrange things, he might plained their attitude toward Beautifi­ who is grotesque, and that person in think of the possibility of extending the cation. turn is made unhappy. Therefore, if benefits of his plan to all mankind, but When the cleansing of the nation those who are ugly are done away with, for now, he had plenty of work to do started, the hare-lips, poor creatures, everyone will be happier. Though few here at home, and he set about it with and the unfortunate palsied, were the of those who would benefit by it would great determination. first to go, followed shortly by the have the courage to do for themselves He discarded the title of Chancellor strawberry-marked. Those with club what he intended to do for them, he was and proclaimed himself Beautifier. feet or one short leg were disposed of, sure that, deep down inside, they would Beauty Squads were formed, composed and there was a brisk run of cauli­ welcome his plan. of strong, well-proportioned young men flower ears, though these didn’t last The movement started slowly with whose business it was to seek out and long. Based on the report of a scienti­ a small circle of friends-fine, clean- take into custody anyone whose appear­ fic investigating committee, legislation cut young men like himself. The Beau­ ance made others uncomfortable. was passed allowing the existence of tifier, besides being perfectly formed, A t first the Beautifier himself pass­ freckles, but the fact that the people had also a wonderful voice, rich, vi­ ed final judgment on those who, re­ had become enthusiastic enough to brant and persuasive. With this, and ported by a few exceptionally alert make such an investigation necessary for table, then it was only right that they a sincerity born of his innermost con­ citizens, were brought to trial. Soon, warmed the Beautifier’s heart. It should be done away with. Laws pro­ victions, he gathered his forces and however, the populace had been suffi­ proved the inherent rightness of his hibiting the manufacture and sale of welded them into a hard core of dedi­ ciently indoctrinated and had, so to plan. cosmetics, passed early in the first cated men. As the movement gained speak, gotten into the spirit of Beauti­ After ten years in office, things Beautifier’s reign, had always been momentum, the meetings were moved fication, and it became necessary to were going so well that he began to winked at by the authorities, but now fro m the le a d e r’s apartm ent to a sm all appoint many other judges. think of retirement. The possibility they were strictly enforced. The for­ rented lecture hall, and finally to the He chose them with care, for strict that the cares of office might bring mer leader nodded approvingly. They largest auditorium in the city. impartiality must be maintained. His wrinkles to mar the smoothness of his were the Devil’s paints, used only by When he declared his candidacy in choices were, without exception, dedi­ brow confirmed his decision. The those who had a sin to conceal. the National elections, his pleasant cated men; men who, like himself, Party could run itself now, so he with­ One night when he was sitting in his appearance, his ingratiating manner, spent many hours in front of their drew from public life and lived quietly study, reflecting happily on the beauti­ and his zealous followers sent him to m irrors, seeking to the depths of their in a small house on the edge of the city. ful State he had created, the doorbell represent his district in the Parlia­ souls for truth. He nearly always He spent his days in his study, a lovely chimed. As the echoes died away in ment. From there, offices in the va­ picked, from the ever-growing list of room whose walls were entirely panel­ the silence of the house, the man res­ rious Ministries were stepping stones applicants for judgeships, those who led with mirrors. He maintained no ponsible for destroying all ugliness in to the chair of the Vice-Chancellor. let it be known that they spent more direct contact with public affairs, but the State went to the front door and His men were placed in all important than the required number of hours in followed events in the daily papers. opened it wide. governmental posts, and on the fifth the House of Reflection, that church­ The man who was elected Beautifier “A beautiful evening to you, ” he anniversary of the Party’s formation like building with its row upon row of in his place was unquestionably a dedi­ said. “What can I do for you? ” he compassionately strangled the aging, small, mirrored pews, where citizens cated leader. The earlier legislation Of the three fine, clean-looking arthritic Chancellor and took control went to have their faith in themselves regarding freckles was revoked, and young men who stood there, one spoke, of the country. and the movement renewed. The House the ex-Beautifier thought that perhaps his voice soft and well modulated. His real purpose was not announced of Reflection had proved to be extreme­ that was a good thing after all. He had “Your medical record tells us that immediately, of course. The plan was, ly popular with the common people, but no doubt been too lenient, and if the you have a large mole on your left after all, quite a new thing, and the not many could afford to pay for more sight of freckles made people uncom- shoulder. Come with us, please. ” K a Lono 10 V o lu m e I, N u m b e r 1 11 cock kicked hard with the death-dealing weapon. “Okay, go! ” yelled Antonio. I let T. O. M. go. Benny let his cock go. The wings flapped violently, but their sound was drowned out by the shouting crowd. The cocks met in a leap and fell to the earth. They met again, this time in a fury of blood and feathers. The audience cheered, enjoy­ ing the spectacle immensely. T. O. M. bled from a gash on the wing. Stringy the bits of pink flesh hung from the sides of the cut. He was losing blood but re­ mained strong. The blood-dripping reddish-brown blades continued to fly through the air. Both birds were splattered with red. T. O. M. suddenly leaped to make the hills of aiea kill. The 13-cm. Ilocano stuck fast in the breast of Benny’s white Sumatra game cock. A jet of blood shot from the wound, and the white Sumatra sank by ernesto hamenguay heayy-bodied to the ground. T. O. M. (randall utsumi) desperately pulled to free himself of the slain adversary. I hurried to free T. O. M. Benny was outraged at defeat. He held his bird in one hand and sliced its head off. This A stinking odor of chicken manure delighted the audience. Shouts of vic­ and Manila cigars filled the over highly - tory filled the air. Happy bettors made fenced yard. We two were squatted on the rounds collecting their winnings. the hardpacked dirt ground, readying “Good old T. O. M., ” I said, wiping our prize cock. The small crowd which off the blood. gathered was noisy with bet-making “Good fight, Blala, ” said my old andlaughter. T. O. M., my Old-English- friend Antonio. Speckled game cock, seemed annoyed. “It wasn’t me. It was T. O. M. ” “Goddam mosquitoes, ” I said, ca­ “You deserve most of the credit. ” ressing T. O. M. “No. It’s T. O. M. ” “Mosquitoes no bother, ” said the “You trained him. ” other man. “He did the fighting. ” “My bird don’t like em. ” “You own him. ” “My chicken no care. ” “He’s a natural fighter. I do almost “The hell with your chicken. ” nothing. ” “You are jealous, maybe? ” “Without you he’d be nothing. ” “Nothing can beat my bird. ” “Nah. T. O. M. ’s the greatest there “I no think. ” is. ” “Want to make a big bet, Benny? ” “You’re a great trainer. ” “Yea, I want. ” “With T. O. M. it’s easy. ” “Two hundred dollars? ” “Let’s go celebrate. ” “Maybe more, I think. ” “No. I think I’ll just stick around “Five hundred? ” and enjoy our glory. Isn’t it great to “Okay. ” win? ” I carefully attached my imported Antonio agreed, and we began to 13-cm. Ilocano gaff to T. O. M. The count our winnings. V olu m e I, N u m b er I 13 for the deaf mute lady - who lives upstairs

by rosaly de maios I know she can not hear my steps, her coffee-cups, where he comes from but she has come to know a lot-she doesn’t say how glad she is to see him again. (Phyllis says he’s eighteen years Tonight’s the quarter-moon, in coming) Perhaps she listens with her teeth, if she could talk and there is a gentle hammering over head she’d stop it all, if she could hear he’d kill it all. in the house where the walls have finally learned whispering. But flesh sends little messages back and forth this way, My eyes asked the question only words die in the clothes pinned calico, of my ears (and Phyllis said no-she said no, don’t It took time but we are used to- ask) The fabric of poems should be the ti leaves, the rose (we are six, each with some evening portion of this house) that pounds the green outside the door — to him, a soft yellow jacket wrapped around a green or possibly, the smallest gray pigeons with wasting blue eyes grin in the darkness. He is all hours around our house. who pour their garrulous feathers on my floor. (Phyllis says this is not cruel-that this is life) That’s an intrusion makes me think all’s not well But if he takes her no-noised will rawness merely swallow rawness? in the squaring of nature; can’t make poems It’s not for me to wonder, but O God I hope out of p artial tranq uillity. they try reading each other’s eyes aloud. I can only think Though he’s a man I ’m told of the lady upstairs and her cactus plants; with all his five and unfine senses intact, they live forever. She’s seated them on her window sill maybe a wife somewhere, I ’m on the side of the lady with the cactus plant, in neat statements. Each day at three she leaves them, drying her pinafores at three. Maybe we’ll learn not to hear readying two pinafores, one towel for drying. the screendoor banging in human grasping and animal-warmth- Sometimes she’ll feed the gray birds Tuesday’s bread- Maybe we’ll learn that love can stay in total silence, and that shows a thinking-feeling out of a sleeping head. tenderness in absence of talk- None knows what it’s like-the passing weeks, not from those eyes- The lady lets, Her wobbly world of dream stopped growing (maybe) when those pinafores — the door is slammed for us, reached out and stayed a maximum size. but still who can sleep And how they bow, clothes pinned in the wind, blue calico frames for time. with a gentle hammering over head?

14 Ka Lono Volume I, Number I sity Theatre Group holds forth. With admirable catholicity of taste, this group probably draws from the widest range of plays you’ll find anywhere. They pay no attention to national, tem­ poral, or linguistic boundaries, tackling anything from Oedipus Rex to Waiting F or Godot, from Japanese Noli dram a (noh rem arks) to Ibsen, and back around the world again for this Summer’s of­ fering, an Indian drama by Sir Rabin­ dranath Tagore. At this writing a choice has not yet been made between that playwright’s Sacrifice, and his The Post Office, but either should make for an interesting evening. Perform­ ances are at 8: 30 pm, on Friday and Saturday of the fifth and sixth weeks of the summer session. Admission is free with your activity card, and all seats are reserved.

Across the Pali the Windward Theatre Guild will offer a musical comedy, Little Mary Sunshine. A light - hearted spoof of the old-time operettas, Little Mary has a successful “off- Broadway” run in New York. She’ll be doing her turn on Friday and Saturday evenings at 8: 00 pm, from August 18th through September 9th. Performances are given in the Kailua Elementary School Cafetorium. Go with someone who has a car, or split cab fare with a group. Prices are ridiculously low- $1. 00for students, $2. 00 for the peas­ antry. Word from Hickam Field has it that photo by f. zublick the Air Force will return from the wild darrah lull with nude chorus of mikado blue yonder sometime in July —they’ve thought of something better to do with the sky than fly around in it. The “ something better” is Light Up The “ The p la y’s the thing to which we fare to be offered this Summer. The Sky, the Hickam Theatre Guild’s sum­ would the Summer co-eds bring. ” This pitch you are about to read is entirely mer show. Calling themselves “Oahu’s curtain line, from a hitherto unpublished Quar­ unsolicited, and is presented solely only road company, ” they trudge about to (two-bit) version of a well-known with a view toward promoting higher from Hickam to Schofield Barracks to dram a, is cu rren tly on the lips of a culture, a broader liberal education, Fort DeRussy and Kaneohe Marine time surprising number of people around and se v e ra l swinging nights out on the Corps Air Station. Playing dates and this small but histrionic island of Oahu. town for all interested parties. times are uncertain, but admission is With high hopes and low budgets, by ka lono First let’s take a look right here on free (unless you’re a taxpayer, in which theatre-minded citizens of this com­ campus. Almost within spitting dis­ case you’ve already paid), and you can munity have put together a varied se­ tance (please, just take my word for it) check the daily papers for exact in­ lection of dramatic and entertaining is Farrington Hall, where the Univer- form ation. 16 K a Lono V o lume I, Number J 17 Should you ever find yourself in Waikiki (don’t laugh—some of our best people go there), wander in to Hilton’s Hawaiian Village Hotel, where Ouman- sky’s Magic Ring Theatre takes over the Tiare Room on Friday nights at 8: 30. They have no set policy for end­ ing a show’s run—as long as it draws a crowd, they keep it going —so you may have a chance to see The Drunkard. If the old boozer succumbs to the D. T. s (diminishing trade), he’ll be replaced by a still-to-be-selected comedy. Whatever it is, you’ll enjoy it: the bar is right there! Admission is $3. 00. Remember the fairy tale of the princess and the pea? That’s the story on which Honolulu Community Theatre’s summer musical, Once Upon A Mat­ tress, is based. HCT, which probably pleases more people than any other theatre group in town, draws heavily upon current Broadway shows, as well as such old standards as Shakespeare and Gilbert and Sullivan. Many of HCT’s performers have graduated to roles in “Big-town” productions —Ed Kenny to the lead in Broadway’s Flow­ er Drum Song and Harriet Yamasaki to the London lead in the same show— which may give you some idea of the professional quality of their offerings. Once Upon A Mattress opens July 13th, is on view Wednesday through Saturday evenings until August 19th. Week night curtains are at 8: 00, week­ ends at 8: 30. Prices are $3. 25 and $2. 75, with special rates for students, and it’s a good idea to make reserva­ tions in advance for this one. That’s the picture from the specta­ tor’s point of view, but if you prefer your theatre injected directly into the vein, most of these groups would wel­ come your participation. Tryouts for casting are announced in the entertain­ ment section of both papers, and the scenery construction and other back­ stage departments can always use your help. Whether you are a doer or a viewer, Honolulu’s many theatre groups can help make this a more enjoyable photo by f. zublick summer for you. Ka Lono Volume I, Number 1 T9 L “Did you remember to bring your “Come down now! ” Mr. Politis mask? But of course, there it is. If shouted. “Eat. You will need your this trip brings much profit, we can buy strength this afternoon. ” He brought tanks and tubes and go to a hundred out a net-covered bottle of retsina feet after sponge. It’ll be more profit wine, a loaf of dark bread, and a huge in the end. Papa says so. Instead of sausage. They fell to. you and me staying aboard to handle The caique reached the island before the lines and hose for Papa to dive, we can they had finished their meal, so Mr. both dive with our skin-diving outfits, Politis cut the engine and let the boat and Papa can tend the boat and the bas­ drift. It hardly drifted, however. The awakening k e ts. ” slight breeze had died, and now the sun Georgios nodded happily. They talk­ was broiling hot and almost at its ze­ ed as if the skin-diving outfits were nith. Nothing was in sight, nothing but theirs already. A reluctant grin spread the island and it was practically non­ across Mr. Politis’ leathery face as existent. In fact, most of the time it he listened to them chattering like two was nonexistent. Some years it was by fred west magpies. They were good boys. They totally submerged, while other years would do w ell today on the shoals at No it would reappear as if by magic and Name Island. There was much sponge seem to float on the surface of the sea. there; he had seen it himself; and it It was no more than forty or fifty feet was so shallow that it would be foolish long and less than ten wide. Nothing for him to don his deep-diving outfit for was on it but a thin sprinkling of a As the tentacle brushed across his “ You should leave that sweater here just a few feet. Let the boys enjoy tenacious scaly weed, nourished by throat Georgios struggled frantically. for me to mend today. ” them selves free-diving with their bird droppings. He clawed and kicked, but it seemed “It’s all right, Mama. I’ll leave it m asks. that he was struggling in a vacuum. He tomorrow. ” He gulped down the thick The faint mist of early morning van­ They lay on their backs on the fo re ­ got nowhere. coffee, swallowed some water, and ished and the sun seemed to rocket up castle deck of the boat. Mr. Politis would have liked to take a siesta, but Again the tentacle snaked across shoved his bench back from the table. into a cloudless sky of deep blue. The he knew the boys would be too impatient his neck. A wrenching groan of des­ “Take some bread, Georgios. ” little caique chugged steadily southeast to allow him to rest in peace. He sigh­ pair burbled deep in his throat, and He grabbed up a chunk of the brown across the smooth sea, which was only ed deeply and shaded his eyes with his abruptly the youth stopped struggling. loaf. Then he darted back into the bed­ slightly deeper blue than the sky now hand to gaze up at the cloudless sky. It was useless. He was dragged down room and took his diving mask from with the sun’s glare brightening it. The Like a big bowl, he thought. An in­ and down and down. its peg in the wall over his bed. white froth of the boat’s v/ake whipped verted bowl trapping them on the flat His mother waited for him at the gently in the faint breeze, then folded “Georgios! ” door. He paused to kiss her, then over to vanish, leaving no track. table of the sea. The thought bothered him, so he closed his eyes. His descent stopped suddenly. His rushed out, stuffing his mouth full of Paulos and Georgios checked and eyes opened and flashed wildly back bread. She crossed herself and mut­ rechecked the baskets and lines for There was a splash. Without open­ and forth, taking in the fam iliar setting tered a prayer as his slender figure hauling up sponge. They took turns ing his eyes, Mr. Politis knew what in an ecstasy of relief. His mother disappeared down the path and into the clambering up the mast to look for the it was. There was a second splash. leaned over his narrow cot. She was early morning haze of the waterfront. island which was their destination. The He sighed once more and raised in her nightgown and her greying hair Mr. Politis scowled dourly at the morning w ore on and the boat kept up himself. The boys just couldn’t wait. hung down in long plaited braids. tardy youth hastened aboard the caique. its pace, a tiny black beetle crawling Well, it was their day. He would He grunted a reply to Georgios’ good across the immense plane of the sea, stay aboard this time and handle the “Georgios! You must get up! Mr.. morning, brushed a sunbrowned hand but their excitement scarcely abated. baskets. He moved over to the mast Politis and Paulos will be waiting for across his moustache and waved to his Finally Georgios sighted the island, and unslung the boom, then swung it you. ” son Paulos co cast off the mooring a tiny peak barely emerging above the out. He looked down into the water and The youth sprang out of bed, pulled lines. He himself took the tiller as the flat level of horizon. “There it is! ” just caught a glimpse of one of them on a worn pair of trousers and slid his two boys handled the lines. he called out exultantly. No oceanic plunging even deeper into the sea. But feet into a pair of sandals. He follow­ As the small boat chug-chugged voyager looking for new lands filled the glare was too strong for him to see ed his mother into the tiny kitchen, across the narrow harbor and headed with gold and precious gems could have well. It reflected from the water, ren­ pulling a torn sweater over his head at seaward, the boys had a chance to relax felt more elated than he. There was dering it opaque. the same time. As she put a cup of and exchange greetings. Paulos tried land; beneath it were sponge beds, and Under the water, Georgios headed strong coffee before him, her eyes fell to restrain his excitement, but his the sponge would buy him a skin-diving straight for the shoal of the island. on the torn place. black eyes fairly danced. outfit. Through his mask he could see quite 20 K a Lono Volume I, Number 1 21 clearly, and almost immediately he he must be more than thirty feet down, sighted the bed of sponge, growing like but he wasn’t suffering for oxygen yet. a garden of tan-colored vegetables The edge of the crevice jutted lat­ along the sloping shoal. He grinned erally to form a shelf, and Georgios and stroked lazily along over the bed. went along it, hand over hand, holding This would be easy. They could make himself down against the buoyancy of a splendid haul. He wondered briefly the water. After several feet of this, why this bed hadn’t been harvested with the shelf slanting gradually down­ earlier. Then he went up for air. ward, he saw what seemed to be another Paulos broke the surface just be­ crevice below the one he was now in. hind him. Paulos too was grinning. Jesus, he thought, if that ravine too had “We’ll fill the boat in two hours, ” he a bed of sponge, they could harvest it boasted to his father. “Keep the basket on a later trip, after he and Paulos moving. ” were equipped with tanks and breathing Mr. Politis wiped away his own grin masks. Still clinging to the shelf, he with his hard hand and growled, “Never tried to peer deeper through the dark­ i hear america bitching mind about the basket moving. You ening water. just keep it filled. ” The tentacle flickered out from be­ Like dolphins they rolled and plung­ low the shelf. For the briefest part of by *! /& ! £/? *& ?: <•#* ed below again. This time the weighted an immeasurable instant Georgios had (lindsey ozawa) net basket followed them down. They a premonition. He sensed the gripping separated, Paulos going to one side of thing even before it wrapped around the the shoal, Georgios to the other. From calf of his leg. But in that tiniest seg­ I hear America bitching, the varied bellows I hear, their belts they unhooked their sponge ment of time he couldn’t move; he only Those of mechanics, each one bitching as it should be1 blades. Paulos had made them from felt a crushing horror as he realized done, ugly and loud, tire tools borrowed from his cousin’s what was happening. The devilfish! The carpenter bitching as he distorts his thumb garage. He had ground the ends to a His scalp tingling with fear and revul­ with a hammer, fairly sharp edge, and they worked just sion, he bent to beat at the leathery The mason bitching as he drops and shatters a brick, fine to pry and hack the sponges loose arm clamping itself with dozens of The boatman bitching about his shot-to-hell boat, from the shoal. The basket was quite suction cups to his leg. the deck hand bitching as he is handed a mop full when they broke off and went up He struck once at the large, tough and a bucket, for air again. tentacle. Then the monster sprang out The shoemaker bitching as he puts a sole on a heel When they went down again, they from beneath the ledge, its hideous and a heel on a sole, the hatter bitching as he • separated even farther, working grad­ weight fixed on the youth’s back and watches his hats being blown away, ually away from the center ridge of the bore him downward. The woodcutter’s bitch, the plowboys as he breaks shoal. Then, on the third trip down, As a tentacle brushed across his a plowshare or a harness, or bites his tongue, Georgios noticed a dip on his side of throat Georgios struggled frantically. The never ending bitching of the mother, or of the the shoal. He followed it down, sur­ Again the tentacle snaked across his young wife at work, or of the girls washing prised to find that it opened into a siza­ neck. A wrenching groan of despair dishes or doing the ironing, ble ravine. He looked over toward burbled deep in his throat, and abrupt­ Each bitching about what belongs to him or her and to Paulos, to signal him that he was going ly the youth stopped struggling. It was none else, down, but Paulos’ back was turned. useless. He was dragged down and The days belongs to the hangovers—at night the Georgios hesitated a second, then head­ down and down. winebibbing of the men, women and children, ed down. “Georgios! ” all robust and uncouth, The crevice was wide enough; there His descent stopped suddenly. His Yelling with open jaws their crude withering ditties. seemed little danger of his getting eyes opened and flashed wildly back trapped in a tight place. Cautiously he and forth, taking in the familiar setting stroked his way downward. It was a bit in an ecstasy of relief. His mother darker at the lower depth, but he could leaned over his narrow cot. She was see that the ravine bottomed out to in her nightgown and her greying hair form a lower level of the shoal, and hung down in long plaited braids. this level, like the one above, was “Georgios! You must get up! Mr. thickly covered with sponge. From the Politis and Paulos will be waiting for pressure on his eardrums he guessed you. ” 22 Ka Lono Volume 1, Number 1 He let her go and stepped into the “ What’s that you say? ” room far enough to let the door clear “Nothing. It was just so much of a and swung it shut behind his back. su rp rise .... But you’ll tell me about “Oh, don’t slam it, ” she said. it, won’t you? ” “Sorry. ” He came into the middle “ About what? ” of the room with his arms folded, “ Why you came here. ” frowning slightly. “ Let me look at it. ” “ H e r e ? ” “To New York. ” He noticed how the couch she was “Oh. Yes. ” He glanced down at his sitting on stuck out into the middle of shoes, then up at her standing in the the room, with its back to the two tall narrow doorway, leaning against the windows. One end of it seem ed too ju lia jamb. “Come and sit down by me and close to the tiny, rounded hearth of the I ’ll tell you. ” coal fireplace. A small figurine of a medieval soldier stood at attention on “It’s all right. I’ll sit down here. ” by robert johnston the soapstone mantlepiece. He then She folded up onto a large, pale blue looked down and around: a coffee table cushion, clasping her legs with her with a copy of the New Republic on it; arms and looking at him over the tops The change maker looked up, float­ At the top of the front steps, in a a carpet nearly wall to wall. Large of her knees. ing in the yellow light of his cage. tiny hall, he looked for names and cushions on the floor. And by the door, “You still wear long skirts. I re­ “W hat? ” he said. buzzers. Ju lia lived on the fourth floor. where he hadn’t noticed it when he’d member from last summer. ” “ How do I get to Bank S t . ? ” He tried the front door before pressing come in , a desk made of a p ie ce of p ly ­ “The others embarrass me. How “ Walk down Seventh Avenue a ways. her bell and found it open a crack. The wood and spindly, bent iron legs. did you find out my address? ” Turn right.” person before him must have closed it “By asking. Sarah had it. I knew “ Thanks. ” slowly and softly. “It’s a nice place, Julia. ” He folded you’d te ll h e r. ” He walked up the iron-rimmed steps his overcoat over the end of the couch As he climbed the stairs, steep, “ But of the subway entrance and into the slag by the fireplace. narrow, and tilted, as at the house he “I ’ve been here only a few days. I ’m air of an overcast winter night. He “ Do you like the colors? ” was living in, he noticed how clean and staying uptown, on West Seventy-Fourth glanced around him uncertainly. He “The colors? ” fresh -sm ellin g the stairwell was. St.. A friend of mine. .. . he... took a cigarette from a flat, leather “It’s all blue and white, silly. ” There was even a rubber plant maro­ well, he’s letting me sleep on the floor case and saw his initials on the rim “Oh, yes. I see, now. Yes. ” He oned in a niche on the third landing. th e re . ” take the light from a street lamp. sat down on the couch beside her. He On the floor above, by her landing, Lighting it he looked back at the blue said, “Do you remember the place in “But you never even sent a letter. and white sign above the steps leading there was pasted up a postcard repro­ Falm outh? ” Or anything. ” duction of a painting showing people down into the butter-colored light. It “ Y e s . ” “ We agreed. At the end of the sum­ said: IRT Broadway-Seventh Avenue carrying umbrellas. He caught his “It was all brown, but you could see m e r. ” breath and knocked. A warm, small Line. Downtown, South Ferry, and out over the Bay. ” He leaned forward “ Well, then, you should have tele­ smile edged over his mouth. He heard Bro oklyn . some and turned to look at her. “That phoned. ” paper rustling inside and her voice He walked looking carefully for the was a good summer. ” “My God: you were the one who sug­ calling: “Was the door unlocked? Just names of streets. He passed Thirteenth She smiled slightly: the corners of gested it. ” a second. You should have rung any­ and then Twelfth Street. A dirty, wide her mouth barely twitched upwards. “Oh, please! Don’t start. ” w ay. ” street crossed the avenue he was on Her eyes left his. “Yes. That was a “I’m sorry. ” diagonally from his right. He stopped He breathed out, and in again. His nice summer. ” “That coffee must be ready. ” at the shore of the two crossings, while smile broadened. There was the sound “ Where do you sleep, Ju lia ? ” traffic swept by. Then, looking for of the door chain being drawn and then “Sleep? Oh. You haven’t seen She unfolded herself and went to the someone to ask, he caught the name falling against the door while her voice everything. There’s a bedroom, but kitchen. He remained on the couch, Bank St. just behind him. He smiled said, “Just a minute, I’ll. . . . ” it’s messy. You’re not to see it. ” frowning, and began to flip harshly and hurried to the corner of it and in, And then the door was open and they “Oh, I don’t mind that. You know I through the New Republic. In a minute glancing at house numbers. were both there, leaning a little for­ don’t mind that. ” she was back, carrying a tray with There was Twenty-Six. He dropped ward, staring. She looked messy. She jumped up and went to the tiny willow pattern cups on it, and a tur­ the cigarette and stepped on it. The “Hello, ” he said and stepped to her. kitchen in back. “Let me heat some quoise coffee pot and sugar bowl and pitted iron gate squealed softly as he “Arnold!” She tilted into his arms. coffee. You came so suddenly, I. . . . creamer. She set it on the coffee table swung it in; the gray flags between the “My God! ” he said, “ it’s seemed so W e ll, there was no tim e. . . . ” and sat down on the couch. small bushes in the front yard resound­ long. ” Then he kissed her. “Come on, The sound of water splashing cov­ “ What will you have in yours? ” ed differently from the city pavement. we shouldn’t stand in the door like this. ” ered what she was saying. “Dammit, Julia, you know how I like V o lu m e I, N u m b e r I 24 K a Lono 25 it. That’s cruel. ” He rolled the maga­ . .. no, I can’t place it. What’s his zine up and tapped his knee with it. n a m e ? ” She set a cup of black coffee on the She said nothing for a little, then: table. “Dr. Gierasch. ” Then she turned to him a little and “ O h. ” tucked her legs up under her printed They listened again to the sounds of viridian skirt. He looked at her and sounds, coming from the kitchen or bit his lower lip. He opened and shut coming faintly up to them from the his mouth. He seemed about to say street below. Twice they heard a num­ something. She looked at him over the ber ten bus wheeze and gasp as it came rim of her coffee cup. down Seventh Avenue. She said, “Then you’ve left the place She said, “How was it, then. . . in on G reene St.. ” the fa ll? ” “ Y e s . ” “Bad. It was... it was. . . . ” He “ Who was there when you left? ” took his arm from around her shoulders “Who was there? I don’t have a. and took out his cigarette case. She roommate. ” was not looking at him and heard a tiny “A nurse from Mass. General? ” sound the spring in it made as he open­ He said nothing. He unrolled the ed it. There was a motion below her. magazine and rolled it up again the “It’s an ugly, filthy place: no soul, You’ll love our gay young fashions She looked. other way. no lo v e ! ” made in California for the junior “No, thank you, ” she said. She She reached out and touched his knee “Mmmm. . . . ” She put her legs out figure; sizes 10-16, 14V2-24V2, heard the case click shut. She heard a with her right hand. “I’m sorry. I in front of her and leaned back, stretch­ 5-15; at 3. 99 to 8. 99. match flare. She sighed. was jealous. I was jealous of your be­ ing her arms up. She could sense his He went on. “In the mornings when 1133 FORT ST. • Phone 67-931 ing there alone and free. ” eyes on her. She turned to him, sm il­ the subway went over the Longfellow “I love you, Julia. ” His left hand ing. Her look strayed beyond to the Bridge, I’d always look out on the up­ settled on hers. She freed it gently desk and searched out the face of a MODE O' DAY stream side, where the Charlesgate from between his hand and his knee. small clock. Yacht Club is. I ’d remember the Bulls- There was the small sound of the Her hands rested in her lap, now. eye we had in Sippewisset when Locky magazine falling to the flo o r. He put his arm timidly about her shoul­ wasn’t using it. I’d remember every­ “That was a nice summer, ” she ders. He said, “Sarah told me you’d For Your Summer thing. ” He pulled on the cigarette and said. “I remember the storms at night gone back to NYU. ” let a stream of smoke out through his Relaxation and and the boats passing during the day. ” She relaxed and leaned into him a nose. “No, maybe. Not everything. Enjoyment, Bowl Under She laid the cup down. little. “She did? You like her pretty Not all the time. I’ve kept feeling. . . Cool AMF Conditions at “That’s not what I meant, ” he said. much, don’t you? ” well, that. . . that it was all wrong in She sighed. “Will you have some “Well. . . what do you mean? Sure. some way, that I was doing the wrong B O W L I N G m o r e ? ” We all do. I mean, she’s nice. Pleas­ things. . . hurting you. ” “Hmmm? More? Oh. No, no.... ant to be with. ” CITY “No. . . please. Don’t think that. ” thank you. ” “I bet you started seeing her right “Just by leaving. . . just because it 710 South King Street “ What are you doing now? ” after the sum m er. ” Phones: 502-022 & 501-663 ended. ” “I don’t know. I suppose I ’m looking “I took her out a few times. ” “No. .. no. I said I’d always re­ for a job. ” They listened to water dripping into ★ member it. It was so good. “ But you had one in Boston. ” the sink. The sound became louder as “It wasn’t neat enough. ” She looked “ I le ft. ” they listened to it. at him. He was letting smoke drift 24 LANES “ But Then she said, “ Yes, I ’ve gone back. lazily out of his nostrils. “ You know why I left. ” I’m taking English courses. Courses “ N e a t? W hat do you m e a n ? ” FREE She sighed. “The same kind of in Elizabethan Literature, and modern “The ending. The raggedness of it. th in g ? ” poetry, and Dr. Johnson, and. . . . ” It tore me to pieces; the New York train INSTRUCTIONS “ What do you m e a n ? ” Her voice faded out. She looked up at being late and the waiting with you on “ The same kind of job? ” the ceiling, just above the door to the the platform in Falmouth; and then the ★ “Yes. . . well, no. . . maybe some­ kitchen. next morning early, me waiting alone thing. . . oh, I don’t c a re . ” “And...? And what? ” ED HAMAMOTO for the Boston bus in front of that phony “ People have trouble getting jobs “Oh, Victorian novels. ” coffee house with all those phony peo­ General Manager h e re .” “Is that with that guy who was at ple, and then. . . well. . . I don’t 26 K a Lono V o lu m e I, N u m b e r 1 27 She remained gazing bleakly ahead know. It should have been some other for a second, then shifted them away, of her. Her right hand moved slowly, w a y. ” toward the ceiling. She cleared her caressingly, protectively, up to her Ja p a n e se She slumped down into the cushions throat. He shrank away from her a throat. She did not know if she were of the couch and seemed exhausted. little . speaking or not as she said slowly, She murmured, “You don’t understand She said, “You’re uptown, now. FOOD ft “You can’t... you can’t either... You’d better go there. ” SNACKS • PICNICS you never could. ” She saw one of the “ What if I don’t? ” He got up quick­ He let her go as she righted herself buttons of his overcoat; around her was LUNCHEONS ly, scattering the ashes from his ciga­ and turned about enough to be able to tweed cloud towering up; she did not We prepare TAKE-OUT orders. rette over the coffee table. He strode lean against the back of the couch. look. to one of the two windows at the front They looked at each other dumbly. He “I said you didn’t know that, did you? of the room, which came almost to the was frowning slightly, and his lips M a r u y a R e s t a u r a n t How stupid and ugly you are, how many floor and stared down into Bank St., lit trembled. She seemed quite neutral. times last summer I hated you. ” 911 S. KING ST. PH. 994-688 by the unwavering light of a streetlamp She went on softly, “You have to work The door shut indifferently. She below him . murmured, “You don’t understand..., ” He left the window to grind out the and listened to the sounds of sounds, Sophisticated?. . . YES! cigarette in an ash try on the desk and the hall door closing downstairs, the Witty?. . . DEFINITELY! then returned. He put his foot on the sill and found that his elbows reached water dripping in the sink, and once ALTOGETHER DELIGHTFUL! faintly, the wheeze of a number ten bus to the top of the lower sash. He rested coming down Seventh Avenue. Walt Disney's his chin on his clasped hands. Pre­ Outside, he leaned against the lamp­ Technicolor Comedy sently he noticed that someone walking post panting. He took a cigarette from by on the sidewalk opposite the house 1/1 his case and snapped it shut. He snort­ had stopped in the lamplight. He didn’t 'THE ed, lit it, and looked around carefully. look in his pockets; he didn’t light a No one had seen. There was no one cigarette. Arnold looked down at him PARENT there. The light from the streetlamp idly from the window. The man below showed the color of the bricks in a few in the lamplight seemed to be looking buildings part way up. The windows TRAP" up at Arnold. Then he moved on, out of were mostly blank. He looked up then the circle of light. Starring at Julia’s windows. He could see the After a time a sound behind him like light of her lamps steady on the ceiling Hayley Mills that of furniture creaking late at night a real start. You have to do it your­ and the bulbs in the ceiling fixture. made him straighten and turn around. self. ” She stretched her hands a little Maureen O'Hara The cigarette glowed warmly. He She had turned on the couch and was ways and took his in hers. walked back as he had come. looking at him over the back of it, rest­ He murmured pleading, “I have to Brian Keith He saw on the other side of Seventh ing her face on her right forearm. sleep on the floor up there. It’s filthy Avenue a diner beached carelessly in Hardly more than her eyes showed. He and sad. Please. . . . ” Opens July 12th a parking lot, outlined in blue and red knew they were a faded brown, with “No. You’ll wear me out. You must neon. He crossed to it. There were splinters of green and yellow scatter­ go. ” KING, PALACE and only a few people inside. He ordered ed in them; and then he wanted her. He breathed in, deeply, audibly; it coffee, black; and sipping it, he looked WAIALAE DRIVE-IN He came quickly to the couch and was nearly a gasp. His features went slowly up and down the counter. The sat down by her. He put all he might taut. He leaned over to her, bringing man sitting next to him tapped a ciga­ say to her into a look, and she fell his face very close to hers, while she rette from a crumpled package. Arnold slowly back into his arms. She closed did not dare move; and what he said to ECONOMY set the cup down in the pool of coffee her eyes when he kissed her; then as her was nearly as low as a whisper. slopped over into the saucer and ran CLEANERS his fingers touched all the forms of her “You wouldn’t be this way if you’d his index finger around the rim . Some­ face, he breathed into her ear, “Julia ever meant anything you’d said, if you 2529 Coyne Street thing falling nearby made a small, flat please let me stay here and love you ever loved as you said you wanted to. OPPOSITE VARSITY THEATRE sound. He glanced down: a paper please it’s so bad outside it’s been so I don’t know what you’ve got now, but Phone 917-735 matchbook, empty, the cover open. The bad you don’t know please please. . . . ” you’ve got a dirty soul and an ugly man sitting next to him turned and said, She seemed to try to remain as she body. All squeezed, squeezed the last “Excuse me, you got a match? ” Dis­ HOURS: was, but he had felt her stiffen. out of your heart and love. Ugly. You tantly, Arnold struck a match and held Daily 8-6 He swallowed, waiting. She waited. didn’t know that, did you? ” He sprang it to the man’s cigarette. During this Sat. 8-5 It was difficult to breathe now. She up and grabbed his overcoat from the the two found themselves suddenly opened her eyes, looking full into his edge of the couch. Volume lt Number 1 28 K a Lono scrutinising each other as if searching bored out of our m inds. W e started you, only not in the same way. ” He at the same time in the memory for a passing notes back and forth. And that stretched his arms above his head as forgotten name. But it meant nothing: wasn’t all. They called a department he sank back and subsided. He yawned. a reminiscence, an error. meeting. Ben Brower kept getting up­ His right arms lay now listlessly on K U H IO GRILL Arnold stroked his jaw between set about some committee or other. ” the arm rest of the couch. Smoke from 2646 South King Street thumb and forefinger, then rubbed the Breathing out, he reached lazily into the cigarette he held raised a thin, blue, corners of his eyes. He stared at the his shirt pocket for a cigarette. It was wavering line between them. G O O D FO O D aluminum coffee urn. As he walked out a fresh package, which he tore open. 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Spent the afternoon reading try to make things nice when you’re hand heavy on the receiver. Once she around in the stuff. The social atti­ here with me? It’s so useless, isn’t breathed, “Thank God he called first,” tudes. . . that’s the whole thing. Hard it? Just to be vicious and selfish all but that was all. She was still standing to fix. O’Clair gave me his own doc­ the tim e? ” with her hand resting on the telephone toral thingummy to read, now. It’s his Her left hand reached up to stroke when her doorbell rang once, then twice course after all. So I ’ve got to. I had the back of his neck. She went on, “ No, again. Listlessly she leaned forward a desperate meal at the White Horse. please. . . I’m sorry. . . it’s not that to the button beside her door that would Stayed drinking. Stupid kids there . . . it ’s. . . oh: it ’s a ll. . . I just don’t unlock the door downstairs. 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AT 11th of good cheer when our hearts grow warm any kind of reputation. ) toward our fellow men of good w ill. But we Part of the trouble is a lack of artistic must not forget that soon after Christmas egotism. In the natural course of events comes the tim e for making New Year's res- the creative artist is not usually content olutions-a time of soul-searching, when we without an audience. There are exceptions look at ourselves as ob jectively as possible to this, but these are cases in which the a r­ and ask ourselves, "How, noble creature, tist is more abnormal than artists norm ally can you be even nobler in the coming are. ye a r? " A difficult question? I am sure Not that egotism is lacking on the U. H. some find it so-those of you who are aware campus-God knows there is an abundance of your own near-perfection-and it is of it-but it is confined mostly to externals. chiefly to you that this editorial is directed. The blatant adulation accorded the ubi­ I hope that you will find herein one or two quitous beauty queen is only the most ob­ suggestions, im plied if not stated, to help vious homage to the ego of externals. Less COME you with your resolutions. obvious, perhaps, but still unmistakable signs of the importance invested in outward SEE O U R * * * shows are the beards and the carefully care­ The task of publishing a college magazine less dress affected by the Would-Beat and COLLECTIONS is not an easy one. It is hard enough to find the Angry Young Boy. Mere difference in people who are willing to do the work ne­ appearance is substituted for that more im ­ M U U M U U S cessarily involved in such an undertaking portant internal difference which reveals DRESSES (e. g., reading and judging manuscripts), itself in some kind of artistic expression- Scoop for scholars... and for SW EA TERS but we of Ka Lono have suffered from what painting or poem, protest or paean-on life everyone who wants a true foun­ JACKET BLOUSES seem to me to be unnecessary complications and the human condition. These, whose tain pen at a money-saving price. (e. g., obtaining manuscripts). Where are Sheaffer’s quality - engineered uniqueness is confined to the superficies, the writers, where are the artists who, I cartridge pen loads quickly, may be thought of as the extrolectuals. But think, should be more than w illin g to see cleanly, easily, with drop-in cart­ what of that which is not visible? What can ridges of “ Skrip ” writing fluid. their work published in Ka Lono? (I these people show us from inside? Is no one Black, blue, green, red or grey exempt, of course, those of you whose work as proud of the tangled growth of his in d i­ with gleaming chrome cap. Fine is of a quality to command rewards greater vidual personality as of the hair on his face? or medium point. W ith 12 fret? than the modicum of fame our circulation “ Skrip ” cartridges, $3. 93 value, Proud enough to let it speak out? Proud of 2, 500 can offer. If The New Yorker or $2. 95! Other Sheaffer’s cartridge enough, in short, to look in his heart and models $1. 00 to $10. 00 and ball­ the National G allery is hounding you for G O W N S— designs write? points from $1. 49. "something-anything, " by all means give it "Go to the English Department, " you say. and made to them. ) In conversation I hear many ref­ "Try the writing classes. " erences to "a little story I wrote, " or Ha! SEE YOUR JEWELER, STATIONER for you especially "something I'm working on-of course it But that brings to mind people who talk OR DEPARTMENT STORE needs polishing. " But few of these reach about a lot of other things and never seem Distributed in Hawaii by Honolulu Paper Co., Ltd. Ka Lono, and I think I know what part of to do anything. These are the orallectuals, the trouble is. comprised chiefly of newly arrived faculty (Part of the trouble is not, by the way, an members and graduate students, but includ- 4 5 ing a generous sprinkling of oldtimers who dence. ) I wish I could have originated the have been singing the same sad song for line, "Is there anyone here I haven't of­ Lament for the Lost Laika years. These people are fond of gathering fended? " By R. ASATO in sm all groups and agreeing with each other that there is, indeed, a lamentable and to a ll a good night. lack of "intellectual stimulation" at this Somewhere up along the great galactic avenue, university. A remedy is at hand. I propose A drunken idiot staggers along the celestial sidewalk; a Society which, if simple quantity will And suddenly, this happy fellow, suffice, could, for real, gutsy intellectual in his happy condition, stimulation, rival anything since the London Suddenly, he bumps into this diving board, coffee-houses. Let the orallectuals sit and tips over this swimming-pool, around and, rather than complain about the spilling over forty five and two thirds lack of intellectual stimulation, stimulate gallons of wet stuff; each other! I submit to this group the So- name, Honolulu Stimulation Society, or, Then he looks down more simply, H. S. Society. No charge. and sees: In conclusion I would like to make one mother, more suggestion, one which occurred to me earth, that is, in m y frantic scrambling for m aterial for way down there, this, the second issue of Ka Lono. 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6 Peter la y on his back and squinted. His eyes were almost shut so that the lacy pat­ tern of sun and grass above became slightly blurred through his eyelashes. He la y per­ fectly still for a w hile, feeling the ground beneath him moist and warm. It was a perfect hideout. Beamer and he had trampled down the ta ll grasses carefully, close to the stone fence, so that a shady roof of green still leaned over toward the wall and covered their nest. It would take Beamer another five minutes to get here from his house, but Peter was glad to be alone and quiet for a few minutes. There God-I couldn’t remember. I might have ritual of pulling grass stems out carefully sky through the grasses was turning from was something funny about the conversation stopped in for cigarettes m aybe-but I and chewing on the tender white ends. blue to grey. It wasn't a very good hid e­ he had just left. Something bothersome. couldn't remember. But you know, now Beamer’s eyes were half downcast, but Peter out. Rain could come right in if it wanted that I think of it, he did try to pump me a He had been surprised to see Dad when was looking at his friend’s face. He hadn’t to. Without bothering to wriggle out the lot. When I look back-" he came home from school. Surprised and noticed it much before-maybe because their end, Peter stood up and thrust his head heads were usually practically bumping. glad. Peter walked into the bathroom and shut through the grass. He stalked over to the He remembered his own freckled face from wall, crashing the roof of the nest as he " H i, son: How’s school? " the door. He ran the water in the bowl for the bathroom mirror, and he saw, with went. a long tim e, and the rushing water reduced "O. K. How come you got home early? " some surprise, that Beamer didn't have any the voices to drones and staccato notes. When he got to the house, his father was He didn’t really care. He began thinking freckles. His face was smooth and brown, When he turned off the faucet he watched waiting for him out on the sidewalk. of the creek at once-and Beamer-and how and his cheeks didn’t bulge out as much as the swirling water suck an ant swiftly down "Wasn’t that the Bemerman boy I saw Beamer could use his pole if Peter could Peter’s. Peter noticed, too, that his friend’s the drain. Then he went back to the bed­ coming over the wall a few minutes ago? " use his Dad’s. There were plenty of worms. eyelashes were dark and black all the way room whistling shrilly. He kicked his shoes he asked. He had been watering the mound in the under the bed. Mother was talking. to the tips, and his mouth had lips that "T h at was Beam er, " Peter reminded his back yard every day. looked something like his mother’s-not father. Mr. Murphy stared down the street " . . . so I’m just lucky today, ” Dad was " I’m glad I never invited her to the bridge wide and thin like his own. Beamer was for a moment. saying, at the end of some kind of explana­ club. I always thought she was peculiar. I opening his mouth. wonder if they'll pick her up too. " "Whatever happened to Tim-that red­ tion. "I'm going to move away, " he said. Pe­ headed boy you used to play w ith across the Mother said something about getting out "I’d say if they don’t pick her up she’d ter felt a small jerk in his stomach. street? Don’t you like him any more? " of his school clothes. She wasn't doing any­ better find herself another town to live in. "What for? ” he asked. "Sure. He’s okay. " thing. She had her apron on, but she was God knows how many more Reds w e've got "Because I’m going to go visit my aunt just standing there with Dad. worming their way into prominent places in for a while. She lives in Chicago. I might "How come you don’t have him over? I "We can go to the creek, huh, Dad? We this town. Letting their kids mix with our go on the train. " Beamer studied his grass never see him . " got time before dinner. " Peter saw a glance kids-" stem carefully. "I dunno. I just play with Beamer. " pass between his parents. Peter went out the front door and shut it "Are you going all by yourself? " Peter Peter thought about Tim for a minute, and "Your mother and I are discussing some­ softly. He headed straight for the hide-out asked, incredulous. remembered the time Tim had come out of thing, son. Not today. You ran on out now and wriggled into it feet first. There was "No-Mother and me. We might go to­ the grocery store with two extra popsicles and play. " room for two, but only long-ways. He and morrow. " for him and Beamer-and had bragged he got Sometimes it paid to argue and sometimes Beamer had to put their heads together in Peter began tearing a grass stem into little a ll three for only one dim e. bits. it didn’t. There wasn’t much use when the order to talk. Peter rolled over on his back "T ell you what I ’ll do, " Peter’s father was "Do you want to go? " he demanded. two of them turned their backs and forgot and la y there, squinting. saying. "Next Saturday I’ll take you and Beamer shrugged again. He didn’t answer him . Peter walked slowly to his room and An ant crawled over his palm and he Tim fishing down to the creek. Why don't for a minute. began to pull off his good jeans. He might lifted his hand to where he could watch the you ask him ? " as well let that old worm garden dry up. He "I guess I have to, " he said, finally, and tickling insect run in and out of his fingers. "Beamer too? " Peter was about to say, heard their voices in the kitchen. looked at Peter for an instant. "I can't He waited ’t ill it got back down into his and then remembered Beamer wasn’t going "God! You can imagine how I felt. Here stay, " he said. "I have to go back home. palm again and then he closed his fist tight. to be here any more. "Okay, " he said. My mother said to come right back. " I’ve been driving him to work for six months. He caught a sow bug and flicked it off his He didn’t m ove, though. Both boys lay Mr. Murphy took Peter’s hand and turned J. T. was great-said he didn’t have any knee. He turned over on his stomach and there in silence, and Peter put his head to go into the house. doubts about me at all-b ut, believe m e, pulled a few stems of grass to chew on. down sideways on his arms. Then they both "Com e on. Mother has dinner ready. ” I've been getting it from the F. B. I. all Beamer didn’t come for a long tim e. F i­ turned over and looked up through the grassy Beamer was waiting on the same corner day. I was in there for questioning from n ally he heard the swish of the grass being network into the sky. the next morning where he usually waited 9: 00 o’clock until just before lunch. " tramped down. A brown head ducked down "I wish you wouldn’t go, " said Peter. "I to walk to school with Peter. Neither of "But Jack-maybe they think you helped to peer in and then Beamer wriggled in on wish you didn't have to. " them said anything about Beamer’s going him . You brought a ll those papers hom e-" his stomach. "Me too, ” said Beamer, and suddenly he away, and Peter began to think that maybe "H i, " said Peter, "what took you so long? " "They know I’m loyal. Don’t worry about scrambled out of the hole. "I’ll see you in things were not going to change after all. it. But they kept trying to get me to re­ Beamer shrugged. His feet were sticking school tomorrow, " he said, and he was gone. Maybe Beamer had been mistaken about member some time when I’d left him alone out of the hideout, because he hadn't Peter la y there alone, but the dampness moving. They dawdled some on the way to in the car-you know-with the briefcase. crawled all the way in. There was a silent from the ground was becoming cold, and the school, picking up stray marbles and finding 13 a few treasures sticking out of apartment - head past the other children. Beamer was house trash cans, so that the bell rang just looking around w ild ly, and then he spotted as they got to the classroom. Peter. Peter tried to m ove, but his legs Peter found comfort in the routine of were stiff and heavy beneath h im . A ll he class, watching Beamer's grave face across could do was stand there, paralyzed-star­ from his own and trying to copy the neat, ing. For a moment Beamer looked at him straight letters Beamer made on his paper. and then he covered his face with his arms Then Miss Cullen from the principal's office and started running. His mother was push­ came in with a note for the teacher. The ing through to him , and she grabbed his teacher called Beamer up to the front and arm and half carried him to the car. Some whispered something to him , and then of the children ran after the car, but in a Beamer went off with Miss Cullen. After moment it was gone. that, Peter did very poorly with his writing. After a while Peter’s legs became un­ He couldn’t concentrate on copying the paralyzed, and he walked with the excited words, and made so many erasures that he children down to the room. The rest of the finally tore his paper in two, crumpled both day was a bad dream. The legs that had pieces, and threw them on the floor. Mrs. not run toward his friend now twitched and Grimes looked up and raised her eyebrows convulsed restlessly beneath his desk. He until Peter picked up the crumpled paper saw Beamer's frightened face on every page and carried it to the wastebasket. of his reading book. At drawing tim e he At recess, he was the last one to leave drew black stairsteps a ll the way down the the room. But, when he got outside, he saw sheet diagonally, and at the bottom he put Beamer coming out of the principal's office a big stone. And the stone was Beam er’s in the other wing of the school. He wasn’t face, but he colored it all black so that he walking toward the classroom; he was going couldn’t see it. down the w alk to the parking space in front Peter didn’t go home right after school. of the school, and Peter saw that his mother He turned deliberately in the opposite di­ was waiting for him in the car. rection, and after he had walked a long, The second graders, though, were running long time he came to the railroad tracks. up to Beam er, curious to find out about his He squatted down and played with the gravel being called out of class. Just before they on the railroad bed. His throat ached, and reached him, a sixth grader, one of the he felt that he might be sick. When he playground helpers, planted himself in front heard the westbound train com ing, he stood o f Beamer with his hands on his hips. up and backed off a ways so he could see "W h a t’re you doing on this schoolground, the windows. The train was still going you little Red? You're a communist. slow ly. It hadn’t picked up much speed W hyn’t you go back to Russia! " since it left the station. Peter watched the The second graders a ll stopped in their passenger cars come up and searched each tracks. They stared at Beam er. window as it went by. There were many "Y a h ! Com m unist! ” shouted the sixth faces looking out, but none of them was grader, and pushed Beamer on the forehead. Beamer’s. As the last car went slowly by, Then one of the second graders picked up a Peter picked up a handful of gravel and handful of dirt and rushed at Beamer. started running after the train. "Communist! " she shrieked, and threw "Communists! " he shouted, but his throat the dirt. In an instant it was a screaming ached so badly it didn’t sound very loud. mob of children, throwing dirt and calling The train was getting farther away and he names. could hardly see it through his tears. Peter had stopped short, a little behind "D irty, rotten Reds! " he yelled , and kept the crowd, and he could just see Beam er’s on running. 14 ashes in the coffee By DONNA OBERHOLTZER

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By KENNETH D. SMITH Wednesday On the roofs of the tenements across from the Art Theater, people were sitting on orange crates and leaning on cracked wood­ en ledges drinking beer and eating pretzels. The men hooted and stamped their shoeless feet, the women prudently gasped and quick­ ly stuffed pretzels into their mouths each tim e the drunk’s head snapped back. On the street below a kid’s hairless fist snapped at the drunk’s face. The graying head flopped on stooped shoulders. The jealous crowd winced, the men on the roofs hooted and stamped their feet, the women prudently gasped and quickly stuffed pret­ zels into their mouths. The kid removed his leather jacket, folded and handed it into the sweating

20 21 crowd. The drunk, his eyes buried beneath street, he politely excused himself and run­ folds of purple flesh, his hands dangling at ning called to his friends to w ait. -THE DEATH OF THE SUN his side, forgotten, swayed under the scream­ The death of the sun Some of the crowd left when the marquee ing marquee lights. was observed by oneself, lights went out after the late show; others, and one noticed The kid smiled at the jealous crowd, not to be cheated, remained; sure that each 3 p o e m s that its dead-blue corpse turned and placing his bruised hands on the new contender would send the damn drunk By R. ASATO sank slowly drunk’s shoulder to steady him, winked at crumbling onto the pavement and free them the crowd and whispered: "Come on, friend, to scurry home satisfied. Across the street below the scummy waters, be a good sport, just stay put one second and on tenement roofs, some picked up stained I’ll take care of you. OK, buddy, that’s a orange crates, threw newspaper fans down and was swept by rushing currents good fellow, now don't move-fine-that’s onto the street and went to bed; others into a twisting maelstrom where it was whirled unmercifully fin e. " Reassured, the drunk stood m otion­ drank beer and watched the shadows hoping less grinning broadly. to detect a falling figure. down the drain and into underground sewer pipes, The kid wrapped his fist in a white hand­ A baby, cuddled and safe in the hairy after which, one proceeded kerchief thrown from the crowd, tested his arms of anxious parents, cried. The crowd to scrub one’s dirty tub stance, signaled for silence, threw a few winced and glared momentarily over their with its filthy bathtub ring punches at the air, breathed deeply, and shoulders at the negligent parents. It was with ajax. . . swung out at the drunk’s grinning face. too God-damn late for a kid to be out. The or was it com et? The drunk’s graying head snapped back, crowd was getting restless; they pressed the jealous crowd winced, the men on the closer, stepping on their own shuffling feet, roofs hooted and the women prudently breathing expired air. Each time the drunk’s -IN THE COURTYARD gasped and quickly stuffed pretzels into their head snapped back and he tottered, the The statue stands in the courtyard mouths. His legs trembled and blood spurted crowd chanted: "God-damn you! -- fall — Dignified, courageous, undaunted, from his flattened nose, but the drunk didn’t fall -- God-damn you! " His legs buckled W ith sword held high fa ll. and blood spurted from his chipped face, Proud, m agnificent, grand- but he didn't fa ll. Lifeless. The jealous crowd, disappointed, booed; the hooting men threw beer cans, and the The chanting of the crowd echoed through women yelled: "Ya bum! " The kid, vacant streets and seeped into tenement shamefully joined his laughing friends who flats. Cheated, the men cursed and threw had already left the crowd and started down beer cans from bedroom windows; the wo­ the street. men slept soundly. Annoyed at the drunk, -ILLUSION someone telephoned the police-a drunk The crowd laughed easily and loud when Beside a forest path, swinging a lead pipe and cursing was stand­ "Sad Sam , " the blind beggar, balled up his I sit with hopes and dreams- ing in front of the Art Theater; no one withered fists, lunged at the swaying drunk, A play of illusions: could sleep. missed and fe ll into an old woman’s sweaty Like birds heard but unseen. arms. She shrieked gleefully, and leading The chanting jealous crowd heard the blind "Sam" by the hand disappeared into siren before the police car turned onto 2nd the crowd laughing. Avenue. Growling, they marched over the swaying drunk, trampling him under their The crowd cursed easily and loud when a feet and scattered. The men closed the college kid in white jacket and a ll, po­ bedroom windows and snuggled into sweaty lite ly excused his way through the jealous arms. crowd and standing with his back to the drunk signaled for silence: "Fellow Ameri­ The police arrived. It was obvious to cans, " he began to whine; "The only way them what had happened-an old drunk had to vote on Tuesday is Dem ocratic. Only beaten himself to death with a rusty iron under our candidate w ill seeing his pipe. They didn't look for the pipe-it was laughing friends continue on down the too obviously suicide.

22 23 Sun-scorched road hot under my feet and remains so unchanged? Whilst we, we take of its seed. . . The white gate has not been gravel-grey dust in my sandals. Prickly- so much with us: awakening perceptions, painted, not for ten years perhaps. Beyond heat on my face, a fresh flutter of air up hopes and fears, a ll the new-stirred, ting- the gate, the road, pale grey in the dusk of my back. W e did not walk up the pale lings of mind and body-along with the dense pepper trees. A gentle dry rustling steep road very often. Sometimes on Satur­ scraps of things and sentiments found years overhead; Mustard grass glowing softly days, on holidays, for a game of tennis, for later in the back of a drawer. . . I like this among the pebbles along the side. Walking companionship; to get away from our quiet, this sitting in the past, alone. Per­ slowly; soothed, somehow, by a bitter­ rooms, our relatives who seemed, then, so haps I can gather courage for tonight. Per­ sweet melancholy, like the happy pain of a oppressive. It was just the same, walking haps, sitting at this table, its carved and furtive caress. up this h ill: head hot and heavy; hills and worn edge under my fingers I shall find a I have been back two days, roaming the sky merging beneath a simmering haze of small message, preserved from those joyful roads and the hills, pricking the nerve- grey. Heat grey. Perspiration in the eyes. days. Not that they were always joyful. I centres that have known these colors and And a little breeze stroking our damp arms remember the late spring stirring of-what sights and sounds. Two days of escaping and . . . How much I love these hills, seared by was it? Compounded excitement and sad­ seeking; of finding and losing. Randall the rainless summer! Time and weather- ness; tremulous anticipation of some great loved it here, the town, its people. Yet he rounded slopes, pale gold and bronze, and unknown fulfillm en t. It was a ll mixed left it. He understood it but was not held sweeping down to the valle y mists barely with love (I was already in love with Ran­ by it. He could step back and look at it, hiding the horror of dreary candy-colored dall). Soft sensory tendrils seeking each perhaps as an artist can look at an early homes clustered in airless squares and cir- other-confused with the quest for noble painting, with possessive discredit. . . We By ANITA PAULING cles. All around, beneath a narrow arch of ideas. Emerging awareness made life so walked a lot in those elusive days, along the bright blue sky, brown stubbly fields spread new and fresh, like the spring itself. And so rocky scalloped coast and over the wild un­ in patches along the tops of crests and sad, perhaps because of the deep untaught surveyed regions of this convoluted penin­ ridges, dotted with little round molds of knowing that things don't happen as we sula. Our moods turned themselves to the haystacks. Dusty grey brush scragglingdown dream them in the slow buzzing hour of elements around us. We talked or were si­ the canyons among feathery yellow weeds. early noon. . . In its silent dimness, the lent; we kissed. We acquired exhilarating Scent of sage, hot and pungent. Could it be long polished hall still holds some echo of and disturbing knowledge for which we had that this is why I really came back? And all the padding, shuffling, running feet; a no words. Sitting in companioned isolation, didn't know it? I had forgotten. Forgotten muted ebb and flow of phantom whisperings chin on drawn-up knees, watching the how lovely, how enrapturing, how much I round the cupola at the centre; memory- splendid orange sun sink into its own rippled missed it. . . You can tell the ocean is sounds dispersed by the harsh whir and clang reflection on the darkening sea, our thoughts there, over the h ill, round the bend. It ’s of the b ell doling out the day in hours. On explored much that we did not yet under­ there, in the color of the sky, in the even­ the long droning afternoons (o f late spring) stand. . . And always, when we were late, ing fog-drifts slowly seeping up the canyons the bell would startle us out of our lethargic Randall defied his mother’s sharp inquisi­ from the other side. reverie, that peculiar state of wide-awake tions. . . Yet a ll this does not evoke much sleep to which we were seasonally prone, A little farther, beyond the curve: there of Randall. The image of him as boy must and spin us back into a ctivity . W e were, it it is, all the same. The trees have grown. be lost in the image of him as m an. As a Sickle-leaved eucalyptus with clusters of seems, forever spiralling between the two man he still created his own world, only hard bell-shaped seedpods. Oleander. ( I poles of dream and action, yearning word­ more solitary; lonely and absorbed. A lessly for that tranquility which might ce­ wore it in my hair all the while it bloomed. ) lonely, solitary world for those who loved ment them into a single purpose. Ivy and hibiscus. Hacienda School. Vine- him . draped porches; evocation of so much that Deepening shadows: forerunners of night. When I came back I thought it would be is gone. . . Saturday afternoon of a holiday, Follow the steep dirt trail down. Darkness like it was ten years ago. This town is so and no one around. Empty, lonely, quiet. does not descend from above; it spreads much a part of m y soul’s diary that I thought Yet not deserted, not foresaken. Desks in from below, creeping up from ravines, out I would simply be the returned emigrant. It serene rows; books neatly stacked; varia­ of clustered trees, invading the luminous is not so. I went away; the others stayed. tions of familiar pictures on the walls; surfaces singled out by the sun's last sharp Returning, I am a stranger; for I have missed maps, charts and a wel l -remembered equa­ rays. Haloed hill-crests. At my feet, dry all the in-between time. They feel that tion on the board. Do we leave nothing clay-earth packed round the hollow stems they have kept moving, slowly, almost when we go. no individual mark, since it all of tall tired grass bent beneath the weight changelessly, but all together in the same 24 25 direction, a right and known direction. ness the pain o f others-and the lust to tear We Specialize in They have not seen me, and so they think I it apart. have moved away, in the wrong way. Dimming sky; trees growing dense with WE AIR MAIL Randall had the gentle ability to flow in the shadow they embrace; scattered night­ Ja p a n e se ANTHURIUMS - ORCHIDS - LEIS and out of the compass of the town, his fall trilling of birds. Chill whisper of dying FOOD family, their friends. He could be with day on my arms. Clear calls of little CORSAGES - DRIED ARRANGEMENTS them, of them-yet always subtly apart, children caught in the last flurried instant W E ALSO aloof. He would not take seriously their se­ We prepare TAKE-OUT orders. of motion before the darkness of sleep. C A T ER TO riousness, their mental ledgers of who was Cars panting up the roads, doors closing, a O U T SID E in and who was out, their m inutely graded burst of talk, a radio moaning "... true to ISLAND M a r u y a R e s t a u r a n t scale of who was who. . . This lovely town you-ou, " clink of ice on glass. And all 911 S. KING ST. PH. 994-688 - a ll hidden in trees. W hite and buff and around a gradual settling, a pulling of one­ pink houses; red tile roofs. Trees sparkling self and ones own within the walls, within with fresh moisture as the swirls of fog back the light, in to the familiar before the com­ H ig h e s t out to sea each morning. A town of gera­ ing of night, of sleep, of oblivion. (Later, QUALITY nium-lined streets curving, swerving up and in the dark, the restless, the bold, the un­ Lowest down the hills. Glorious clashes of red and happy w ill set out again to prowl, to seek, PRICES purple and orange flowing across steep gar­ to vanquish. ). . . Dull pounding of surf on dens to the sidewalk. An Italianate, arcade- rocks beyond the grove; receding hiss of encircled square with a majestic baroque waves on sand. Lane angling to the right; a ROB'T T. MUKAI fountain. wall; a hedge. Sweet honeysuckle: a balm FLOWERS with each breath. Behind the hedge, ten tall W hy did I come back? To assure them 2503 So. King St. • Ph. 97-049 MUSIC SUPPLY that I was his wife? What difference does it cypress, ten black spears thrust at the silver Honolulu 14, Hawaii 1142 Bethel Street Ph. 583-828 make now? No one has him any more. No sky, sentinels of the greatwhite house. Tile one ever had him. His greatest unuttered roof, grilled windows, great pots of hostile fear was to be held in someone’s net. With ornamental cacti in the patio. Spanish in­ red eyes and sad indignant hearts, they think fluence. Low bulky furniture covered with HONOLULU CAFE I took him away; now they think they pos­ coral and zebra cloth, vast expanse of mir­ AUTHENTIC JAPANESE FOODS sess him again. In death they recreate him: rors, chrome, brass, and a wild purple Sukiyaki — Tempura Restaurant and Dispenser General I OUR SPECIALTY: TOKYO SUSHI their boy, their loss, their grief. painting. Modem. Cold, bare and unloved. Take Out Orders A house for others to see. And then tonight. . . A party in honour M aria whistling in the kitchen; fresh DELICIOUS AMERICAN FOOD of-Oh, I can hear them! "But you know, Breakfast — Lunch — Dinner Corner of Fort and Beretania Sts. starched apron. A festival for her: right my dear, how much of pain there is in it. company, glitter and lots of laughter. 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Is that she going down­ lovely! So kind. "). . . Their kindness! While-U-Wait Dyeing & Cleaning stairs? Properly laced, properly powdered; RESTAURANT AND The Fricks and their friends and their cous­ probably wearing dove-grey. Perfect por­ ins. Bosomed matrons in strapless gowns trait of subdued sorrow subtly displayed. BAR SERVICE JACK MALETTA & SONS and soft painted faces; tan indeterminate I admire her poise. . . I 'l l wear the red women in tucked and darted sheaths. All dress, Randall’s favorite. They won't know SHOE REPAIRS the women who belong to the set and pass that. They’ll think it somehow shameful. SLIPPERS judgement on those who do not. The wo­ Red is the color of sin and scandal. . . Car men who admire and em ulate; those who lights turning into the lane, flickering a 3561 WAIALAE AVENUE compete; those who are afraid of a snub; moment on all the silent framed faces Phone 773-307 and those who gloat because they have no­ around m e. I must hurry. Hurry and get it thing to fear. The men are not so bad, not over w ith. usually so bad in this. Mostly they don't Hurry and get it over with. Hurry and get say, they just go along. Or does that make it over w ith. That’s, oh god, that’s like the JAPANESE/AMERICAN MEALS them worse? It doesn’t m atter. They don’t night he died, when the little stooped doctor Also make me feel it so. If only Randall were SAIMIN, LIGHT LUNCHES came to the third floor sitting room, that here! From his serene apartness he would For good food and drink and TAKE-OUT ORDERS small stuffy room with the too-large flower in a congenial atmosphere, make me know that all this doesn’t matter. print, where I went to sleep a few hours stop often at. . . REASONABLE PRICES For it doesn’t, not really. . . And Steven? while the white, the starched nurses bathed Strange, so much like Randall, and yet I him and fed him and made him breathe, and often forget about him. Quiet and remote; Varsity who was there that night? A nervous young like a bright-eyed kitten, watching but tak­ man waiting for his first baby and his wife 1360 SOUTH K IN G ST. ing no chances. Poor Stevie. I must take Delicatessen had lain in bed for the past four months and George Takara, owner him to the beach tomorrow. Perhaps he's 2531 C O YN E ST. • PH. 968-125 it was so late and I was so tired and he came busy with the business o f making his own to say there was nothing m ore. it was a m at­ world, like Randall; wrapping himself in the ter of hours. And all I could think was, insulation of aloneness in order to survive hurry and get it over w ith. Hurry and get all this. How painful when one loves them. it over w ith. And I didn’t want to go see There are no shades to m y window in the him die, and it didn’t make any difference study. The carved oak desk and little inlaid tables are cluttered with fam ily portraits and because he was unconscious, and I didn't DRY GOODS and framed photographs: effigies of respectabi­ want to see him dead. And when I called C hildren's Shop lity, hard work and success, following me Ann she screamed and asked what did he around the room with vacant eyes. They look like, she wanted to know what he 1129 Bethel St., opp. Hawaii Theatre removed all the pictures of Randall. If only looked like. I hung up. Phone 6-5184 he were here!. . . No curtains to my win­ C lip of heels on the patio stones. Modu­ Open Thursday Evenings dow above the front door. In the evening I lated greetings. . . Tears-oh no! I can’t, tap my way about like an untaught blind I mustn’t, not right now. Will it show? m an. O nly this morning she said, "for Check by the light of the hall. If only months I have meant to get something for Randall were here. Why, why have to go KUHIO GRILL that window. " She never will. 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3 a matter of heart and entrails

By GEORGE DICKER

When I was twelve I had my first friend. whole afternoons, and all the while John I became slavishly devoted to him. and I expounded his ideas in his calm, fluid, pa­ idolized him as tw elve year olds often ternal way. Soon he persuaded me to take idolize their best friends. John and I, both catechism lessons; one day we walked to faculty children, lived on the University of Sacred Hearts Church and he introduced me Hawaii campus. He was three years older to Father Avery, a young, plump priest than I, his voice had changed, and his with kind eyes who talked a lot about how glasses and lanky built gave him a m anly, "beautiful" God, the Church, the Mass, and intellectual air. He was the best athlete the sacraments were. in the neighborhood. I watched in admira­ Almost as soon as the catechism lessons tion, stopwatch in hand, as he pedalled his began I sensed that m y heart remained un­ racy Schwinn bicycle around the football responsive. Father Avery sometimes asked field track; when he played football with me a startling question, "How is your the big guys I sat abjectly at the edge of fa ith ? " to which I answered, feeling unsure the field, waiting for the game to end so and silly, that it was steady and strong. The that John and I could talk about religion. only pan of catechism I liked was the dia­ He was a Catholic, and he loved his faith lectical part, the attempts that Father because it stimulated him spiritually and Avery made, that I induced him to make, intellectually. He wanted to convert me; to prove the truth of the Catholic Faith. this desire was the main reason for his in­ The other part, love for God and trust in the terest in me. Church, did not come easily. I could love When he started to preach to me, I was only the aspects of God and religion that I delighted. I raised every objection I could felt through m y senses: the ritual of Mass, think of to his Catholic views. My argu­ the stained-glass windows, the silence in ments concerning divorce, hell, purgatory, church. The person of God remained aloof and his conviction that the Catholic Church and somewhat frightening. I did not like was the only true Church were partly a to pray. game, for I knew that he would convince To convince myself of the reality of m y me. However, it pleased me to have him faith, I began to preach to the kids at sweep them aside until finally the truth school. I was then a new student in a Pro­ reigned beautiful and uncluttered in my testant school, and my religious fervor made mind. We nearly always talked while me the object of ridicule. Out of pride, walking on the hot, dusty campus roads; and because I sensed that there was an ob­ he, half a head taller than I, barefoot and stinate element of fraud in my faith, I be­ with the yellow jersey he wore every day came self-conscious and aggressive about (the other guys wore T-shirts), I with socks religion. I genuflected ostentatiously in and sandles. Our walks took epic propor­ chapel and accused my one Catholic class­ tions for m e; we walked very far and for m ate of not living up to his faith, for he 4 refused to back me up when I preached. I was astonished, and then shocked and Then I told Father Avery about my scraps grieved. As far back as I could remember in school, expecting praise and more argu­ I had been in love. I had loved Snow White ric h in ments to use. One day that I was particu­ and my first and second grade teachers be­ larly excited he cautioned me not to be cause they were beautiful, and at twelve I refined proud. Immediately I felt guilty, but I did was more passionately in love than ever. not confess that I had been imperious and I would have given myself heart and soul conceited in school for I knew that there­ and entrails. I invented torrid fantasies in after. feeling personally responsible for my which I shared unendurable embraces and s im p lic ity Phone 507-240 - 1 1 5 8 Fort Street reaction to catechism, he would treat me unending avowals of love with my loved Phone 703-315 - W aialae Ave. at 1 1 th more like a child. I realized that he liked one. Had she suspected that she was the me because I was enthusiastic, but that he object of such lavish affection, I would have All your love perceived no inkling of the reasons for my been m ortified; however, the idea ofshame, reserved for one. . . enthusiasm-to him I was an innocent young and especially that of sin, never spoiled the soul to save; he often asked me in a ll se­ beauty of my fantasies. Following Father riousness if I would like to be a saint. Avery’s disclosure, I tried for a week not to S e le c t hers at A combination of factors gradually made love. When my loved one came near, I me realize that I did not have or desire tried to feel nothing. It was like trying to Kakesako Bros. faith. One day John told me that he was ignore, even trample, a tall, divinely per­ JEWELERS going to work backstage every day at the fumed rose that kept springing up close to 923 Alakea (below King) University Theater and would not have me, deploying its petals. And then I knew PHONE 64-036 time to see me any more. I was very hurt, that what Father Avery had said was wrong, and momentarily lapsed into hideous self- a man-made, ugly assumption that desire COME Convenient Terms — No Extra Cost pity. Nevertheless I continued to go to for union with a beautiful being was bad, SEE O U R catechism because I did not know how to that beautiful fantasies were sinful. As I tell Father Avery that I had lost interest. look back upon this realization now, I know COLLECTION! By that tim e he was confident that I would that it was absolutely sincere-I felt it so be converted, so instead of giving me my strongly that I did not for one second feel M U U M U U S Ranney ’s lesson he usually took me to St. Francis afraid. I was joyful to be freed of a regime JACKET DRESSES Hospital and left me to pray and fidget in which made God seem cruel and petty and TUTORING STUDIO S W E A T E R S FO R T R AVELING the chapel while he visited various pa­ Man seem wicked and stripped of dignity. BLOUSES 1 1 5 2 KOKO HEAD AVE. tients. When he did instruct me, he em­ Recently I saw John again. He is studying PHONE 772-871 or 39-117 phasized what I ought not to do. to become a priest and to write Church his­ We started to study the commandments. tory. We had coffee at the International ENGLISH COMPOSITION When we got to "Thou shalt not commit Market Place, and he asked me, "Just how LOGICAL GRAMMAR adultry. " he explained that adultery meant smart are you, my friend?" to which, had I not been too awed by his air of wisdom to for college students making love to someone you were not married to. Marriage was completely out­ speak, I would have answered that I am not very smart, but that maybe I can build up LOGICAL GRAMMAR side the scope of my ideas, nor did I ex­ to that if I realize that the scores of en­ and ENGLISH IDIOM pect to make love to anyone; therefore I accepted the commandment without ques­ lightened people, books, and institutions for foreign students tion and with a trace of adolescent curiosity. that demand recognition and approval are He then specified that one of the worst each ultim ately and forever separate from G O W N S — designs INFORMAL SCHOLASTIC forms of adultery was harming one's soul me, so separate that before loving them I PHILOSOPHY and made and body by evil thoughts, and especially must breach a gulf of separateness, and be­ for everyone enjoying such thoughts. I did not under­ tween me and another man’s conviction, for you especially stand what he meant by evil thoughts or by teaching, or ideal, the only bridge is total harming one's soul and body. He explained understanding and communion; anything that it was a mortal sin to think with desire less is but a twelve year old's offering of of a woman you were not married to. heart and entrails. 6 Stone Lions and Plaster Cats I ’ll Take You Away Always the same words, By ROSALY DeMAIOS sandpapering the rough edges of stone lions- By MICHAEL F. HILL sleeping womblike in the man, balancing him upright in his angels’ journey B illy stood sm all in front of the massive don’t like nobody a botherin her when it’s waiting for the slightest turning oak door. The solid sounds of the big, brass medicine time. " She patted her chin, try­ of the crib or the cage. knocker cut the silence which flourished ing to catch the two, thin trickles which had "Now look love-object Then-w ar. around Miss Jessica’s mansion. He waited, crept down from her mouth. let’s dispense with emotion shifting his weight from one foot to the Let the good Lord protect us colored and talk, and a ll nonsense other. He lifted the knocker again, pound­ folks in our old age agin such white that people propagate ing anxiously until it slipped from his grasp. trash. for the sake of He stepped backward, his tight jeans press­ "Now I already told you that I have democracy ing closely against his muscular legs. He business w ith Miss Jessica. You just go on security waited. in there and announce my being here. " sanity. "What you want? " The high-pitched " I ’s got m y position to keep up, yes W e ’re old enough voice came from behind the opened door. siree. She won’t take none too kindly bein and young enough S till, he waited. Slow ly a blunt, dough- aroused at m edicine tim e . " She slipped her not to have to say like face appeared from behind the door. left hand into her apron pocket; held it dammit It fixed its olive-size eyes on his almost there for a moment before withdrawing it, those three words five foot, ten inch frame blankly. you-know-what. " and then made a slightly simian movement Always the same reluctance "Is Miss Jessica in? " with her handkerchief-clutching right hand pouring itself into encasement The entire form came into view. A Ne­ to open the half-filled bottle. With her of plaster mold for the cat, gro woman with gleaming, grease-coated, head tilted back, and her spongy lips parted, the woman can bear only what she can bear graying hair stood defiantly in the doorway. she inserted the bottle mouth into her own The animal stalks inside of her She was wearing a faded yellow dress and finished it greedily. She threw the bot­ and when the cla y hardens partially covered by a grass-green apron. tle down carelessly, causing it to break at Then-tears "I know what you know; In her righthand, she clutched a damp, blue his feet. He stood perfectly still, looking, I have seen them kill cotton handkerchief. without moving his head, from the smelly each other with words, "Is Miss Jessica receivin callers today? " whiskey bottle to her, and then back to the forgetting long agos, m aintaining "Depends on whose a c a llin , " she said, fragmented bottle. chatter ► bringing the damp handkerchief up to her guess I ’s showed him a thing or two. a nice home mouth to catch the spittle which oozed ain't no white trash gonna come here the things in the good book. constantly from her thick, loose lips. and git smart with me. No siree. Yes, I am willing "Yo u go and te ll her M r. B illy wants a good Lord a protect us old folks. to engage myself with you word with her. " He kept his hands stuck " I ’s been havin a heavy cough as o f late, " OK Dover Beach deep into the pockets of his worn jeans and she said thickly. Her mouth oozed almost OK no responsibility kicked slowly at the rotting step while he. uncontrollably now and with the wet hand­ OK no poetry-truth. talked. kerchief, she patted around its edges as if The lion rested for a moment; "I don’t recollect youse callin here be­ applying powder. the battle ceased-the cagedoor swung fore. Miss Jessica don’t see no strangers, " thinks h e’s a too good to look back and forth on its hinges. she said, dabbing her frothy mouth with the at m e. i knows about him though. damp handkerchief. And the cat wondered "You just go on and do like I told you to "W e ll, I ain’t got a ll day to stand around about the possibility of prey or mercy. Ignoring the pact-she implored do, " he said, kicking at the rotting step, and beat m y gums with strangers. We don’t "Tell me you love me-" damn her! want no magazines. Miss Jessica not none And the lion destroyed her- too fond of readin, and I ain’t got tim e . " "You know" he said not tasting the words, "Well, I ain't none too sho it's proper. Miss Jessica is a havin her medicine now. She turned and walked unsteadily, slam­ "You know. . . " ming the door hard behind her. And order was restored in the kingdom. I can tell youse right here, that she sho 9 goddamn that nigger! she's hidin "That's a great deal of money for some behind that door. seed. " He took a quick step forward and reached "I know Miss Jessie, I. . . , Judy's baby is University Students-Have a bowling JACK MALETTA & SONS for the knocker again, but the door swung due anytime now. I wanted her to have a party and enjoy yourselves under SHOE REPAIRS open before he caught it. nice hospital room with flowers and all. cool AMF conditions. "Miss Jessica done give me call to ad­ She ain't been away from the farm since we SLIPPERS m it you, ” she said loudly. got m arried. 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10 cars and motorbikes. I never made the a palm leaf across the coral road as a re ­ journey to town without experiencing the minder to the driver of my wish to go to accelerated rush of time and civilization- town. Coming upon this palm leaf in his a sensation certainly not attributable to the path, the driver would stop the truck, shut actual speed of the passage, which was most off the engine, and come inside the house remarkably slow. to awaken me. We would then casually light the stove and prepare coffee and per­ A routine trip would begin about two haps even breakfast on jam and French o’clock in the morning and terminate some bread before making any move towards de­ tim e around noon or early afternoon, de­ ‘Le Truck parture. This procedure could take as long pending upon an infinite variety of inci­ as half an hour and produced absolutely no dents encountered along the w ay. For m alice among the passengers w aiting in "le example, if the truck happened to be trans­ truck. " porting a number of cases of "Hinano Frequently one of the passengers would Biere" there was always the possibility that halt "le truck" to make an imprompto visit the driver would become too intoxicated to with relatives along the road, culminating, drive. This, however, was not a serious on more than one well-remembered occa­ offense: the prestige of the driver of "le sion, in a party in which a ll the passengers truck" was irreproachable, and no one in joined. On another memorial ride "le the district except the chiefs commanded truck" was flagged down by a toothless old more respect than this individual. Deserv- ingly so, for all that civilization offered Tahitian lady who proceeded methodically was embodied in this man and "le truck. " to kiss everyone on board on both cheeks before allowing us to continue. We were Boarding "le truck" was a simple matter. all, of course, delighted by this show of af­ Before going to bed at night I would place fection. By RICHARD DALE

Every voyager returning from an extended It is this spirit, solidly entranched in the stay in the enchanting islands of the south lives of the people themselves, which most Pacific is faced with the perplexing prob­ forcibly resists com m unication. lem of communicating to the more domes­ To me this spirit is recalled by reflecting ticated souls of his homeland the m ysteri­ upon the unforgettable half-year I passed ous attraction and fascination of the south in the home of a Tahitian family in the sea island life . He m ay struggle after the district of Teahupoo on the island of Tahi­ proper words to convey the unique, hypnotic ti: and, most particularly, by the re­ beauty of an evening in Papeete, Tahiti, as collection of the trips I frequently made to the tropic sun slides down among the vol­ the distant town of Papeete by way of an canic peaks of the neighboring unreal is­ ancient conveyance lovingly referred to by land of Moorea. Or, perhaps, he will at­ the Tahitians as "le truck. ” tempt to present the emotional quality and "Le truck" served as the only connecting power of a Rarotongan church congregation link between the primitive, simple life of singing with assurance and zeal on a lonely rural Teahupoo and the civilized, cosmo­ six-mile-long island lost in the South Pa­ politan world of Papeete sixty miles to the c ific O cean. He w ill surely, want to priase west. From the bamboo-constructed shelters the prevocative charm and beauty inherent of Teahupoo. the coral road, barely dis­ in the simplicity of the Tahitian’s daily tinguishable from the surrounding jungle, life. But struggle as he may, our traveler threaded its w ay to the modern hotels and w ill usually discover he has left unsaid that merchant buildings of Papeete, and some­ which he really wanted most desperately to how, in the process, became transfigured express: the "spirit" of the South P a c ific . into a wide, paved highway bustling with 12 Almost immediately upon entering Pa­ People took the long ride on "le truck" peete the driver would begin rounding up for many different reasons. The pretty customers for the evening trip back to T e a ­ young girl in the red "pareau" was probably hupoo. The unwary traveler many times leaving Teahupoo for the first tim e and found himself sitting on the back of "le blushed with anticipation as she heard the truck” from two o’clock in the afternoon older passengers talking of the glories of until actual departure at sundown. During Papeete and of the lover she would find this interval, "le truck" careened up and there. The slightly older girls sitting on the down the narrow streets of Papeete as the tailgate were "going to town” for the ex­ driver m ailed letters, delivered messages, citement of the music and dancing they purchased groceries, and, in general, went knew awaited them in the many bars and sight-seeing through the town. Many Ta­ nightclubs along the Papeete waterfront; hitians boarded "le truck" hours early simply and, more than likely, their boy friends to participate in the entertainment. Armed were due in on the next freighter with their with bottles of beer and guitars, they could pockets full of money. They chatted eager­ be seen and heard rattling through the ly of "Quinn’s, " "Le Col Bleu, " and "La­ streets, singing and shouting to envious fayette. " The men had fish and coconuts I Carrying people was only a minor func­ friends on foot. The driver was a master of to sell at the busy market in town. This tion of ”le truck. ” Every house between deception as he made his dash down the tim e they would try to get enough money Teahupoo and Papeete would stop the truck "Rue Paul Gaugvin, " turned left at the to purchase that outboard motor so they , to load on goods of some sort. My amaze­ "QuaiBirHakeim , " and continued down the could fish farther outside the barrier reef. ment never diminished at the variety and road until "le truck" was out of sight. Yet, That more sober middleaged couple would quantity of cargo that found its way to a few minutes later, "le truck" would be probably be attending the big Morman re­ Papeete via "le truck. " On one particular seen patrolling back up the street looking ligious meeting on Sunday, yet they smiled passage I attempted a running inventory but for more passengers. It was a ll great fun tolerantly at the promiscuous antics and gave up in despair after covering only five and, to be sure, many Tahitians considered talk of the young girls on the tail-gate. truck" to Papeete. In the midst of the miles. In this period we transported on "le this aimless wandering of "le truck" as the Perhaps the old man riding beside the driver chaotic assortment of coconuts and live truck" at least one thousand coconuts, sev­ highlight of the trip. would be taking the morning boat over to pigs, sprawling out across the dismantled eral hundred bunches o f bananas, pineapples, Moorea in the morning to visit the children beds and rusty bicycles lashed to the top mangoes, breadfruit, taro, avocadoes, and grandchildren he hasn’t seen in sev­ platform, singing joyfully to the pulsing empty cases of "Hinano Biere" to be re ­ eral years. strum of the peculiar rhythm of the Tahi­ turned to the brewery, empty rum bottles to And to the young, impressionable A m eri­ tian guitar, rode the invisible companion-- be refilled, shoes to be resoled, kerosene can, pressed submissively into the corner, the haunting, indescribable, everpresent cans to be refilled, numerous live pigs tied there was always another entity riding "le "spirit" of the South Pacific. on the side upside down, many live chickens hanging off the top platform, dogs, fire­ wood, radios to be repaired, mail to be de­ livered by the driver, two bicycles, one m otorcycle, and a baby carriage. To this menagerie must be added thirty-five pas­ sengers and their various belongings. The pigs squealed, the chickens squawked, the dogs barked, the babies cried, and the pas­ sengers sang, played guitars and shouted to friends along the side of the road. On this particular occasion the French gendarmes stopped "le truck" about half-way to Pa­ peete and reprimanded the driver for being overloaded-certainly the fairest piece of justice I have ever witnessed. 14 And thereupon It was a hot afternoon. It was such a hot in his passport, he was on his way to the beach and the sea. This afternoon, his way That beautiful m ild woman for whose afternoon that, while the last visa applicant street. led by some small flowers at the side of sake the road, blue going into lavender at the of the day was in his office, Mr. Henderson M r. Henderson left his office soon after. There's many a one shall find out a ll began to think that the American air- He went up to the consul's washroom on the insides, by which he stopped for a moment heartache conditioning imported from America was a third floor, a privilege he had had a while; to fix the clothespin that held the bottom On finding that her voice is sweet and low mixed blessing. The heat encouraged few­ and there he washed his face and hands of his right trouser leg. Replied: 'T o be born woman is to know- Although they do not talk of it at er people than usual to come for the tiny carefully. He looked at his thin nose in "M arigold has a dress that color, or school- really between the purple and the blue, " he square stamp in their passports that would the glass. He looked into his own eyes. That we must labour to be beautiful. ’ let them land in the United States; but "I really deserve a different sort of thought. And he would feel proud to be beside a then, the handful who did come in wanted face, " he thought. He adjusted his bow tie Marigold was his wife, whom he some­ woman for whom these verses were wrongly to stay as long as they could in the cool, slightly to the left. "But, what the hell. " times found at home waiting for him when put. He felt it also in the mornings. Fold­ dry and humming air. M r. Henderson was going home, and it he got there, and sometimes not. Flowers ing and unfolding as he got out of bed, he The man who was just now in his office had an easy time reminding Mr. Henderson was a few minutes after five; but even so, would feel like the bottom of a summer asked another question about the Midwest, of her. It was not that she liked flowers the sun was in the sky in such a w ay that thundercloud; and looking back upon his then another. He had been there for an especially, or that her name was that of a the shadows of things were as large as they wife, he would often find her in a distant flower; but that her handsomeness seemed hour, questioning, chatting, reminiscing were themselves. Mr. Henderson bicycled and even sleep still, as if she were a sloop an accidental and a mute thing. She did about his own drab life , and from tim e to to and from work; and his way was a road far below, sailing wing and wing before the not to il; she did not spin. She was not tim e darting up to the window and back. going by the shore that rose at times to the wind, the sun illuminating her sails, myste­ He had clearly not been so cool since last quick and alert; nor reflective and thought­ tops of bluffs, giving thus a fine view of rious, beautiful. When once or tw ice it had ful, as he was himself. She was what he February. the bay, and descended again at times to occurred to him how little energy in her Fin ally on one of his trips to the window had to call serene. She had a way of stand­ the le vel of the beach and the sea. He life came from being with him, he had felt ing in the living room and gazing out over he saw the buildings in the plaza below wore a light-colored straw with a brown, piqued. But this had passed. pleated band; and as this was on the top of the bay, one arm held so: her cheek resting disgorging clerks and typists. He reacted at But now he was pumping along home on on two fingers of the hand, the elbow sus­ once. He much regretted, he said, but if his head, it rose alike with him and his his bicycle. At each apogee of their Mr. Henderson would please...? In one b icycle at times to the tops of bluffs and at tained lightly by the palm of the other strokes, his knees rose higher than they minute, his visa stamped clearly and evenly times descended again to the level of the hand; standing, and wavering in her air be­ ought, because the seat was too low, and he tween inscrutability and satisfaction close had never bothered to fix it. He had instead to overflowing into w ords; standing so, as accommodated himself to it. His light, she might be surrounded by the conversa­ brown-banded straw was set squarely on his tion of a dear, but invisible, friend. head; and buttoning only the top button of It was not much that they said to one his jacket left the skirt of it to billow and another. Mr. Henderson recognized that flap lazily in the breeze of his passing. He there was not much that needed to be said. glided down a long hill descending to the When they lay in bed together, some small beach and the sea, past white buildings with and fragile thing, such as his tracing her indifferent tile roofs; past boys, like him , cheek with the tip of his middle finger, on bicycles; past men pushing w h eel­ from the corner of her eye down to the cor­ barrows and leaning forward in the way of ner of her mouth, around her chin and along gondoliers as they pushed; and past a fish­ her throat, had to him the meaning of many ing ketch drawn up on the beach, that ap­ words and things done in the light of day. praised him with her painted eyes. He It made him feel relaxed about his place looked about him, looking at what was to in the world and sent away from his mind be seen. As he passed the last few build­ some of his preoccupations. And then, ings, his attention fixed on a rotting poster anew, he would marvel at how indifferent forthe Queen’s Cinem a. It showed Humph­ her body was to the passage of tim e; and rey Bogart embracing Ava Gardner. "I that it was an accident like the beauty of haven’t seen that, " thought M r. Henderson. a flower. Often some old verses would find A while after, coming slowly to the top his mind ready to think them. They were of a bluff, he glanced over the bay and saw these: a sailboat moving in a direction opposite to 17 his, and quite far out, so that she could Now he carried the b icycle uphill across figure and slid around behind her, until it turns and then tugged at it to make sure it easily be hidden by a hand held at arm's the road a short way and concealed it be­ must have been resting on the sm all of her was fast. He raised his right leg, bent at the length. He noticed then, as he set his feet hind a rock. He had to move it quite care­ back. The man figure pulled the woman knee, and felt about the ankle for the on the pedals to glide down the other side, fully so that it balanced where it was and figure to him. Mr. Henderson thought that clothespin that kept his trouser cuff away a dark area on the water, of fair size, stayed out of sight of the road. He heard a for an instant he saw the flash of eyes that from the chain. It was not there. Mr. Hen­ creeping up on the boat from behind. He car. He crouched and held his breath until were blue, and then it was obvious that the derson thought it must have fallen off at the started to glide; some bushes hid the bay it passed. Then he crossed the road with two figures were kissing each other. The cove. from view. As soon as he could, he looked elaborate caution, walking on the balls of right arm of the woman figure crept around He shut the door quite sharply, but did back and forth from the road to the bay. his feet. Once on the opposite side, he the shoulders of the man figure; the two not c a ll out to his w ife . He did not expect The boat was heeling far over. "She looks fixed him self among rocks and bushes just free arms trailed stiffly toward one another . her to be there. He went to the kitchen. in trouble, " he thought. Bushes and rocks over the edge of the slope in such a way through the sand; the arms collapsed at the He washed his face and hands. He went to hid the bay again. He went on down. that he could see about him without being elbows; and then the two were lying to­ the living room, where he put himself to A brace of ancient green buses labored noticed by someone in a car or on a b ic y ­ gether side by side, embracing. reading the latest number of "Encounter, " starting from the beginning; but the article past him at the bottom, on the other side of cle . Mr. Henderson, rapt, leaned farther and farther forward as he looked until his losing on race riots in Notting H ill, however en­ the road buses festooned with people lean­ What he had noticed from his bicycle his balance and nearly pitching forward gaging ordinarily, and the long Open Letter ing out of the windows to cool off. There was a small beach that shelved into a broke his transport of attention. He felt to Mrs. Peter Rodd, however amusing under was a choice now, for a road that went in ­ small cove, a beach inaccessible save from sheepish as he retreated, as he walked other circumstances, passed him by as in­ land met the road along the shore at this the sea, and one of many on that cape. across the road and extricated his b icycle comprehensible as announcements of trains point. The road that went inland here cut More particularly, what he had noticed in foreign railroad stations. Farther along, across a projection of the land into the bay, from his bicycle was two people walking up from behind the rock. Indeed, as he mount­ in the middle of a poem by John Betjeman, w hile the other continued along the shore; the beach after a swim. Mr. Henderson was ed the b icycle and began to glide the rest he heard the door open and shut gently. and thus that road was a shorter w ay for positive that the woman was his wife, al­ of the way down the rise, he felt as though At once he called out, "Marigold! " in a Mr. Henderson, whose house lay nearly on though the two figures of a man and a w o­ he were wearing a white silk suit with la­ drill sergeant's tone. She sailed into the the other side of the cape. It was his usual man were in fact too far away for him to vender pom-poms, and a conical, white living room, in a white dress with a scoop way, because it took less tim e. But this identify them beyond doubt. When he silk hat. But his being positive had not neck and puffy sleeves, her blue eyes wide afternoon, with hardly a full second spent peeked through the bushes at them, the man changed: open in surprise and pleasure, her hands up­ in the decision, he continued on the road and the woman were sitting, or between "S o , " he thought, "that is what has been raised on either side to the brim of her pic­ that went by the shore. Being able to be sitting and lying, close together on a red going on. Years, maybe. So long as that, arbitrary he felt was a measure of his de­ and yellow striped beach towel. They were to be distant and dreamy. Here is the rea­ ture hat. "Where have you been? " he said, as a tachment. This did not mean he was im­ so: their legs extended, their bodies sup­ son for it. And I have to find it out this father might. pulsive; better, that he had little com­ ported by an arm. They were facing one w ay. So much tim e, I suppose. And then She took off her hat and sat down on a punction about doing one thing instead of another, so that the man was on his right to find out. Ah. . . we'll see. " hassock, shaking her head to free her light another. side with his back to M r. Henderson, and He pedaled along and pedaled along, but the woman on her left side, her face par­ brown hair. "Sw im m in g , " she said. This road that went by the shore climbed differently now from the way he had been tially shadowed. "W here V he asked, this tim e as if just to first a way, and then went in and out, near­ pedalling before; for he no longer held his They were poised without sound or m o­ make conversation. er to or farther away from certain coves, head up, looking about at what was to be "A t the C lub , " she said. tion, with the unreality about them of and then climbed higher and higher still; seen, but held his gaze more or less fixed puppets on strings: two facing one another; "You didn't take a boat and go around to and so it went around the cape at the top of on the point at which his handlebars joined the third far above at the edge of the slope, one of the beaches, " he said. it, ever going in and out and up and down, the frame of his bicycle. If asked, he suspended leaning forward on hands and "Oh, no. You know I don't like to go in as escarpments or cuts obliged to it. Pres­ could not have told how long it had taken knees, in expectation. M r. Henderson con­ swimming alone. " ently, Mr. Henderson came to a reverse him to ride home from the cove where he centrated upon them so much that they "Yes, I know. " He closed the magazine curve. He mounted a short rise curving to had seen the man and the woman. W ith his seemed to grow larger in his eyes; and and put it on the table beside him. "What’s the left between bushes and broken rock; right hand he carried the bicycle, held up what held them all, the beach and the cove for dinner? " and then, just as he started to descend, dumbbell fashion, up the few steps that led and the cape and the blue bay and the sky curving this tim e to the right, he saw some­ through the gate, then wheeled it up the "Oh. There’s a can of shrimp. I’ll make and the sun, seemed to recede and dis­ thing over the edge of the road, assessed walk to his house. He balanced it against a curry sauce for it. And there's all that appear. it, and found him self gripping the brakes so a drainpipe at the side, then felt for the Montrachet in the icebox. Do you want a hard, that the bicycle skidded to the side Presently the left hand of the man figure chain in the bag hanging from the seat. He drink? " and collapsed awkwardly beneath him. moved to the right shoulder of the woman gave the combination lock two full, fierce "O f course. " 18 19 She mixed a large gin and tonic and put ing a cuckold was like growing bald. It was always too late. But he could do something a dash of bitters in it. M r. Henderson read JAPANESE/AMERICAN MEALS to compensate for the amount of tim e, for FUJIKAMI his magazine through to the end. Mrs. Also Henderson appeared and disappeared, at the afternoons, the weeks, the months. SAIMIN, LIGHT LUNCHES INC. length settling down in the living room to Years, maybe. H e ’d have to put it to her, and TAKE-OUT ORDERS a copy of "Time. " Mr. Henderson went now. 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