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INSOMNIA I UNDER THE TIN ROOF gme uoutmar HEMINGWAY i BAND OF SHADOWS i FICTION WILLIAM FREEWILL GUEST PHOTOGRAYHY FEATURE I I ••l Th( Footnotes Tli( I started to write an editorial primarily based around artistic it, so let us know what we're doing tonight, but I changed my mind. efforts by students and members of wrong, or right, whatever you For one thing, I don't have too the university community. The think. much to say, and for another, the next issue may be something entire- Like I said, I don't have that magazine pretty well speaks for ly different, possibly with a differ- much to say. We've spent most of itself anyway. So I'll just make a ent name even, no one knows yet. the past several weeks putting this few general remarks about what Our main purpose is to provide a thing together and I'm almost glad we're doing. medium for just about any kind of to be rid of it so I can worry myself This is the Chronicle, a magazine creative activity by members of the to sleep over the next one. Any- of sorts. We plan to put out two university community. We're way, this is the first Chronicle for more issues besides this one, if always looking for new ideas to try 1972-3, 1 hope you like it. everything goes well, and possibly a out, so suggestions, contributions, short supplement at the end of the criticisms, or unusual ideas are year. Other than that, our plans are always welcome. This is your maga- Charles Huff fairly loose. This particular i.ssue is zine, in the sense that you pay for Editor-in-Chief The Staff Contributors I'.Jitor-in-Chicf Charles Huff Pete Arlan ! Managing Editor Gene Troutman Betty S. Ford HiKincss Manager Rill Highsmith Tom Johnson DcHgner/Art Director Wes Corner Mike Sloan Head Photographer Phil Gibson [ohn Pratt "catures Editor Jim Lucas Sid Hall 'iction Editor Miller Ingram Donald A. Jones 'oetry Editor James Veitenheimer Leon Hayes Circulation Manager Frankie Campbell Gene Troutman romotions/ Advertising Charley Diamond Tony Young Dfficc Manager Betty Ford Randal Ashley James \'eitenhcimer C. Thain Dan Bovvcn Lamar Coke Help Jeff Umphlett The Chronicle Jeff Jones Ed Huff The CiiRoNiri.i: is the official student Jim Curtis variety magazine of Clemson University, John Rountree published four times a year, more or less. Clay Steadman Address all correspondence to Chroniclk, Bob Thompson Box 2186, Clemson University Station, Page Lee Hite Clemson, South Carolina 29631. Student Ron El well subscriptions are paid through student ac- Lewis Kirk tivities fee (there's no escape!). Other Pat Kelly subscription rates: U. S. and possessions, George Giger $3.00 per year; Canada and Pan American Thalcs Parker Union countries, $4.00; other foreign, Chris Barthelmess $S.OO per year. Second Class permit pend- Cynthia Atkins ing, at Clemson, South Carolina. The opin- f. I. Flash ions e.xprcssed do not necessarily coincide Bili Parks with those of the student body, faculty, Dan Janer administration, or anybody, for that matter. Tom Priddy The editor assumes responsibility for all :^99347 Osceola opinions expressed in the Chronicle, if Bell Telephone there are any. The R. L. Bryan Company 1 c c Vi d si P ti When my master called me today ' I refused to answer. li Instead I hid in my closet, making myself small beneath a pile of old clothes in the corner. I head them searching for me in the other room. Laughing to myself, because I knew, I knew they would not find me. Who would think to look in so small a place as I have hidden? Who would think to look beneath the refuse, beneath all the old disguises So long ago thrown out. I nearly cackled with laughter When one of the guards actually began To search within the closet itself. He stood so close that I could, without revealing myself. Have reached out one laughing finger to touch him. Then, in his abominable clumsiness. He stepped on my hand. It was all I could do to keep from crying out a cry so loud, so pained, it would have given me away. But I didn't. I did not scream. r? <^ Instead I moved that hand Out of his clumsy way, > Retracted myself Further Further, And laughed my silent curses Until they were gone again. She answered the phone. blood and gore, the details of mur- her short stories. She had an old Hello. ders and terrible crimes, stories of trunk in her room that was half full "Kiss my ass you goddam bitch." the detective work on actual of books, and she put her com- She said, "You must have the crimes. Mrs. Rainwatei would pleted short stories and poetry' on wrong number." shake her head over the horrible top. She thought they were pretty He hung up. violence. She liked to write stories good, but did not really want any- based on absurd murders and one to read them because they Mrs. Adelaide Rainwater went accidents, and sometimes she got weren't good enough. She told back to her magazine. She was still ideas from True Detective. people she only wrote for herself. cheerful as usual. Things like that Mrs. Rainwater had taken up So she put them in her trunk and call never disturbed her. She was writing and painting after her hus- gloated over them. She thought it very proud of her sensibleness and band Lawrence, a railroad engineer, was a little like Emily Dickinson. delighted in taking command of had died from a heart attack. Her Mrs. Rainwater wore her long situations. She flipped through the friends said she took it like a strong dark hair with the gray hairs pages of True Detective Magazine woman. Mrs. Rainwater sometimes scattered through it carefully pulled to see if there were any stories she let friends who begged her read her back and done up with pins and a had missed. They were tales of poetry, but slic had lot n(^ one read silver comb that Mr. Rainwater had —Fiction by Betty S. Ford bought her on their vacation to you one of them?" she asked. "I know it." Mexico. They had been married for He said, "What'cha been doing?" "You do know how old I am and twenty years when he died. She had "I was reading." what I look like, don't you?" worked in the office of the Calvary "What are you reading?" "Yes. Pretty good." " Baptist Church since Lawrence ''Lolita. "And how old are you?" she died. She and her best friend Mrs. "Is it good?" asked. Bates made up the secretarial staff. "Very, very good. What were "Just about right for you." Mrs. Bates wore a special shoe on you doing?" she asked. He spoke in a soft whispery voice one foot with a built-up sole to "I read a lot too," he said. and laughed. Mrs. Rainwater make both her legs the same length. "What do you like to read? couldn't tell whether he was She had had poho when she was a Who's your favorite author?" The making fun of her or not. She child. line was silent for a moment, and laughed anyway. Mrs. Rainwater had a reputation she said, "Or can you say?" She said, "I have to get back to for being artistic. It was known He said, "I read black writers." work. I'm trying to turn out a short among the people in the church "Which ones?" story." that she painted and wrote poetry. "Black writers." "Oh, a writer too, huh?" Her specialty was watercolors of "But which ones in particular? "I try.