Ursinus College Digital Commons @ Ursinus College The Lantern Literary Magazines Ursinusiana Collection 6-1945 The Lantern Vol. 13, No. 3, June 1945 Jane Van Horn Ursinus College Nancy Twining Ursinus College George O. Frey Jr. Ursinus College Rosine Ilgenfritz Ursinus College Betsy Shumaker Ursinus College See next page for additional authors Follow this and additional works at: https://digitalcommons.ursinus.edu/lantern Part of the Fiction Commons, Illustration Commons, Nonfiction Commons, and the Poetry Commons Click here to let us know how access to this document benefits oy u. Recommended Citation Horn, Jane Van; Twining, Nancy; Frey, George O. Jr.; Ilgenfritz, Rosine; Shumaker, Betsy; Walker, Henriette T.; Cassatt, Elizabeth J.; Harris, E. Richard; Cloud, Beverly; Hay, Richard; and Hafeman, Helen, "The Lantern Vol. 13, No. 3, June 1945" (1945). The Lantern Literary Magazines. 27. https://digitalcommons.ursinus.edu/lantern/27 This Book is brought to you for free and open access by the Ursinusiana Collection at Digital Commons @ Ursinus College. It has been accepted for inclusion in The Lantern Literary Magazines by an authorized administrator of Digital Commons @ Ursinus College. For more information, please contact [email protected]. Authors Jane Van Horn, Nancy Twining, George O. Frey Jr., Rosine Ilgenfritz, Betsy Shumaker, Henriette T. Walker, Elizabeth J. Cassatt, E. Richard Harris, Beverly Cloud, Richard Hay, and Helen Hafeman This book is available at Digital Commons @ Ursinus College: https://digitalcommons.ursinus.edu/lantern/27 JUNE, 1945 THE LANTERN THE LANTERN BOARD OF EDITORS EDITOR Betsy Shumaker BUSINESS MANAGER Henriette Walker Belly Jayne Miller, Ass!. FACULTY ADVISORS Calvin D. Yost, Jr. Martin W. Wilmer Franklin 1. Sheeder ASSOCIATE EDITORS George Fry Helen Haleman E. ~ichard Harris Margaret Oelschlager Arlene Schlesser !lUntZ, 1945 vol. xm, No. 3 Irene SuJIas Joan Wilmot Nelson Yeake l THE LANTERN is published three times during the college year at Ursmus College, Collegeville, Pennsylvania Subscription, 50 cents a year; single copies, 25 cents. By mail, one dollar per year ~w n E all know people to whom we owe debts too large fo r repaying. Our V!N.l usual reaction is to make no attempt 0\ all In Just this way we all-Iea­ often treat Mr WIlmer, our friend and professor. who is this yeor compJehng his twenty-fifth year of service al Ursinus College. Thol is a record 01 which anyone can be proud, especially if Ihe work is d one in the wholehearted and sincere manner thai is typical of· Mr Witm.er The Lantern staff especially owes a great deal 10 him, for he- has guided and advised and helped many "greenhorns"~and more experienced ones, too-over the rough spots of journalism. He has been an ever-present source of inspiralion. encouragement, and sound advice. We hope thot Mr. Witmer pions to stay among us for many years 10 come. We need him, and we wont him with us. It is with true sincerity and pride that we hail him as our friend. B. S. CONTENTS PI/fl" ./ I~'t1 /'t .J., 1,·;il Jant: \ ',111 lI orn .1 7() ,1"/',, Xalll.:Y Twining- 7/'e C/,(,lleltfj ,; - l; cnrgC n. Frey, Jr. 5 .." /''I ./ l',dive cl!lllll l{ u~i1\c Il gl'nfritz ; ::J:,eat to ..//1/ 'J ,-,4t!ar.L - Hel~Y ~hulll;tkn (, PLII.iHt Iknrictil' T. Walker 7 p oem.! ,·i Ou.t: ]t:me (Pettee Elizabeth J. <:a :-:.<l1I Ole 10 (l. ~o lliet /:JIlC \ ' :111 I lorn C'CO.Uifl.tj - Etil.:tl,(>th J. (':. ... <1.\ and /',. l~ i dl arcl J lani .. 9 c-i./tt!- tllative Hc\'\:!rly Clolld 10 .//iLartktHl' .. l(lIivc.tJ(tl ::J:,t'JetlJi! Ridl:lrd lI ay II e/,.;", ll('miette T. \\'alkef ./ l/c ':£t'Il,h ' Iitiell Ii a fcman 13 Jane Van Horn W 1M sot at the bttle pinched desk She slared glance cccosionally down the three long shad­ II~ thoughtfully at the chari In fronl of her as owed corridors that went off a\ right angles she wiped the perspiration from her upper hp. from the nurses' desk The dock hcked on Her uniform was sllcbng 10 her young shoul­ drowsily, Kim's head began to nod, and her ders and her reguiollon nurse's shoes mode her hand slowly relaxed, droppmg the magazine feel feel like small Immovable masses done up with a soft thud in lead casings. She Jumped, and peered anxiously down There was no air at alL and from around the each hall Kim laughed al her own nervous­ hospilolthe heal rose up stililng and dry. Even ness and while bending down to pick up the mormng locked its usuol coolness, and she had magazine she determined that she would not been unable to sleep in the nurse's quarters permit herself to doze again Then she stiff­ which had been like an inferno. ened From one of those corridors came a salt Kim had come on 01 seven-thirty and she paddmg. She straightened up and strOined felt foggy and hred now Her head ached in­ her ears in all directions, but could hear noth­ tolerably, and her eyes scarcely focused on the ing. J:XIpef before her Kim glances nervously at the clock , \:30 KIm glanced ot the dock It was 12.45, ond There It was again. She g ripped the desk A she did not hove 10 make her rounds until two slow measured shuffle, and a faml thud Some­ o'clock, so she settled herself more comfortably thmg was creepmg up the corridor! A deadly in the chair fear come over her Which corridor? Suddenly the little red light over room 12 be­ KIm listened so hard that she could almost gan to blink and Kim, with a rustle of storch, hear the coursing of the blood through her storied down the hall She knew that it would vems She thought over in her mind those pa­ be a good fifteen minutes before she got out hents who were ambulatory There were no of this room Dear Mrs Wells! She could hear paltents in the left or central corridor that could her now " A Ilttle more air please, nurse; rub walk, therefore it must be coming from the my bock, a little water, please; wind my dock; right corridor She fumbled in the desk-drawer I hear a noise outside the window." for the flashlight Grippmg It in her clammy Kim put a hrm hand on the knob and slowly hand, she slowly pushed bock the chair and pushed the door ajar stood up. There It was again, nearer, more dis­ "Did you ring?" tmct Kim shrank bock against the wall and " [ have a chill, nurse, Could ! have a tned 10 stop shakmg blanket?" '" can't go down there," she whispered " I Kim felt a prickle 01 irritation run along her con't," she said aloud Her voice echoed dully spine The hottest night in the month and she boc\:. Kim reached lor the phone. She could wonts a blanket " Give me strength," Kim see the girls Jeering at her m the morning thought She spread the blanket deftly over "Greenhorn, coward. You'll make a good night the woman and rearranged the pillows_ supervisor "Is there anything else, Mrs. Wells?" The red light over room 12 blinked KIm "No, that's all Just now." gasped Room l2-right corridor. She felt the Kim closed the door and breathed a sigh of Olr weighing her down and the very walls relief She started down the long corridor, and seemed to be closing In on her The red light then paused a moment outside of the word to blinked msistently. Something snapped in her listen to the regular breathing of its occupants mind She put down the phone and picked up Once bock at the desk Kim sellied herself the flashlight. Slowly she walked into the again comfortably and picked up a magazine, yawning mouth of the corridor. As she walked Soon she was engrossed in a good story and Kim could feel the perspiration running down did not even lake her eyes from the page to her bock and she had the strong impulse 10 -3- hug the wall She was two-thirds of the way 'Just a moment. I'll have to fill your pilcher' down the corridor and had found nothing After 'It couldn't have been my imagination," mut­ what seemed an etermty the door of room 12 tered Kiln as she swung out into the hall She loomed up before her. She pushed it open and hod just aboul reached the ice chest when staggered weakly in U1ere was a loud shuffle and then silence. Kim "It's about time Where have you been? rocked on her toes and grabbed the cooler, Take the blanket off and bring me some water: shaking with laughter The largest part of the snapped Mrs. Wells. mass of chipped ice had se ttled to the bottom Kim acquiessed and removed the blanket. of the cooler with a soft but final thud Nancy Twming How shall I think of you, when you are gone? Will I remember just the !tttle thmgs- A n arched eyebrow. The twinkle in your eyes, Or the cowlick in your hair? Will I long to hear )'ou sing and play again, So filled with the music of life? Is your voice whispeBng my name That I sholl wish to hear above all else? Or is it you, Your reality. I shall long for? The touch of your hand upon my eyelids Rubbing away all little wars of mind and soul, Your warm breath, Your heart beat.