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About The daily Nebraskan. ([Lincoln, Neb.) 1901-current | View Entire Issue (Nov. 5, 1970)
1 : U - , , - v .: , . ; I , , iiwMfc,. iimiiuiiiiiiiiuiuiuniuiiHHiiHiiiuiiuiiiiiiHiiiimiiitiiiiitiiiititiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiutiiuiuiuuiiiiiiiuiuu I Committed I S s 1 Everyday, every hour, we two pass. 1 Yet, we remain faceless as before. I The common fates that touch our lives; 1 I The universal emotions that we share, Cannot dissolve away our respective cocoons. You are my earthly neighbor, indispensable to me. So, I am committed continually to strive, 1 5 Perhaps in vain, j 1 Against the echoing walls Of your indifference. j by Claudius L, Shonhca j FimmiiiiiiuiiHiiHitiiiiiiiiiiniiiimirtiiiiiiHitnimiintmiuiminiiiinuimtiuiiiiiiitmm You say you try so hard, Through saddened eyes, To understand But I can see beneath The si i allow sad, The pretense shade. To the depth that wants Me to feel guilty And to think You understand by Blythe 'Ann Erikson when fve got a head cold i feel like fve taken a cheap tourist trip to Africa (my travel agent was a crooked germ from places unknotcn ) so fm stranded in 99 jungles with no Mary Ann to bring me orange juice and Bayer aspirin how do you go home with a one way ticket in Africa by Lucy Kercherberger Don't let aesthetics suffo cate in the plastic bag of mediocrity, support the Lowlands Reader by sub mitting all sorts of crea tive labors. Send your poems, fiction, reviews, photography and what have yous to The Nebras kan, co Alan Boye, Ne braskan Union, 68503. The minister, a sketch They will leave soon. Leave soon for Oklahoma. The boy thought: he has been minister here for twenty nine years too, (minister for longer then he could remember since his own life, the Baptism, and later the Confirmation, had only been for sixteen of those twenty nine) but he teaches me, he knows me I am liis flock. The dog near his feet snapped at a fly and then looked at the boy before returning its head to its paws. He jumped from the bench and walked to a window in the barn. (Autumn was outside on the grass and in the bare branches of the trees.) The dog stood up and came from the bench to the boy at the window. Hie boy thinks: I do not want to think of if, only when and then only what. He leans his head against the dirty glass and watches one of the cats walk up the dirt trail to the house, thinking: I followed, I obeyed, there was praying and the new church (the dog sat dow n and then stood up again, watching the boy) he told me and I did then there was no longer sickness there was only goodness. The PAGE 4 boy turned towards the door. (The dog followed the boy outside, and they walked on the path away from the barn and the house.) (He thought: leaving now, going. Where can there be prayer now? The avfernoon was cool, there was no sunlight and the dusty grey path looked like the trees, like the sky, and like the dead leaves over the ground.) Some thing moved on the side of the path and the dog bounded into the underbrush scattering the dead leaves and barking as he ran. The boy did not stop walking or even turn but only said loudly, once, "Dog." In a minute the dog appeared from beneath a bush looking at the boy walking on the trail. The dog came from the bushes and continued walking be hind the boy. (The path went on over the dried leaves and the small hills. Continuous and straight, never varying in width. Over the crest of a short hill the trail ended, that is stopped, at a large rock which was covered with moss and greyness of Autumn.) Hie boy sat on the rock and the dog rested close to his feet. He is thinking now: THE NEBRASKAN by Murray Stafford There is no answer when there is none to help, to tell me when to pray, how to, what to when. He watched the grey trees in the forest in front of him, thinking: I will believe he is not gone, not going. I will follow in prayer. I will make him here although gone, he will be my superior still. I must do as he says now and pray, asking for . . . humble myself too, ami obey. But thinking also: He will leave soon. (In the dust below the rock where the boy sat the two silent tears turned the grey dirt to black craters surrounded by a ridge of pale dirt and dead 'eavesj The boy examined the pale grey sky and the lifeless sterile branches above him. He was not thinking. He instinctively folded his hands for a moment and mechanically bowed his head. He was not even thinking now as he stood up and looked back up the path. (The afternoon had become darker and and filled with harsh silence) He automatically started for the house and barn, saying as he walked another short and firm, "Dog." The dog looked at the boy before he stood up and trotted behind his uni formed, unvaried pace. THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 1970 Politics photographs by Dan Ladely "Vote for mc" the overstuff etl hybrid candidate begged, while intermittently ejaculating elecspectoral quomuta lions, "Is the nature of your platform seasonal, Nominee?" ' 4 Dear friends and members of my constituency, the conventionalschisin of this nation will undoubtedly be a main issue in this campaign. I may uncoimitul concerning the emasculation of powers, but as a leader I testicalize for pubick freedom and the Evopollutio nary Spirit which this glorious mastoration of libertine and sovereignty was found upon. Unity is at the most imparilive in the need of the country." All were astonished, because the bowels of oue man's jurisprundence were at least emptied. by Bob Clemmer THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 1970 THE NEBRASKAN PAGE 5