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Falling Petals, issue 2, Summer 1946
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PLUNGE By Jean Howard Every nerve cell in his lean body was alive and tingling. He had been abruptly snatched from his nonchalant existence and had been brought face to face with death. For in a matter of a few seconds he would be dead! Only an atom of time in which he would feel this terrible expectation and then---nothing. His eyes which had so loved to see the world with its beauty, its skies, its green grass and all its beauty would close and then what would they see? Nothing? What? Donald had never been a Christian. He had had leanings toward the opposite but somehow he had always hoped that there would be something beyond this finite life. Not to be? How horrible! Not to think? Not to hear? Not to see? Not to feel the warm blood coursing through his veins? Not to be filled with the pure joy of living? to be void! To be only a shape without power to move, to will, to think, to feel! To be in the ground a mere dead body, to decay, to have the flesh rot from his bones, to have his bones slowly crumble until nought remained but dust! Oh, it was horrible that only a few minutes ago he had been so full of life and happiness and then a slip, a sudden plunge from a high window and now---what? He reached the sidewalk with a sickening crash and then---oblivion. Pray God that there may be another life! ("The Hour Glass," Fairport High, New York, 1938.) DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT STORY? (ANSWERS INSIDE BACK COVER) 1. "...then, gentlemen, came the most terrible feeling of all; I knew at last that the scientific achievement I had made and lost counted for little with me. It was the girl. I realized then that the only being I ever could care for was living out her life with her world, and, indeed, her whole universe, in an atom of that ring." 2. "Grief is like a dark, oppressive cloud, until from lip and hand it breaks in the rain of melody, and we are lightened, so that even the things that are painful give to life a new and chastened glory... "If it had consisted with His plan to make these delicate mortal bodies capable of every agreeable sensation in the highest degree, yet not liable to accident, and not subject to misery and pain, he would surely have done this for all of us. But reason and nature show us that such an end did not consist with his plan." 3. "Camilla----You, sir, should unmask. Stranger---Indeed? Cassilda---Indeed it's time. We all have laid aside disguise but you. Stranger---I wear no mask. Cassilda- (terrified, aside to Camilla) -- No mask? No mask!" Beauty without the beloved is a sword through the heart. ("The Young in Heart," by I.A. Wylie.) -3-
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PLUNGE By Jean Howard Every nerve cell in his lean body was alive and tingling. He had been abruptly snatched from his nonchalant existence and had been brought face to face with death. For in a matter of a few seconds he would be dead! Only an atom of time in which he would feel this terrible expectation and then---nothing. His eyes which had so loved to see the world with its beauty, its skies, its green grass and all its beauty would close and then what would they see? Nothing? What? Donald had never been a Christian. He had had leanings toward the opposite but somehow he had always hoped that there would be something beyond this finite life. Not to be? How horrible! Not to think? Not to hear? Not to see? Not to feel the warm blood coursing through his veins? Not to be filled with the pure joy of living? to be void! To be only a shape without power to move, to will, to think, to feel! To be in the ground a mere dead body, to decay, to have the flesh rot from his bones, to have his bones slowly crumble until nought remained but dust! Oh, it was horrible that only a few minutes ago he had been so full of life and happiness and then a slip, a sudden plunge from a high window and now---what? He reached the sidewalk with a sickening crash and then---oblivion. Pray God that there may be another life! ("The Hour Glass," Fairport High, New York, 1938.) DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT STORY? (ANSWERS INSIDE BACK COVER) 1. "...then, gentlemen, came the most terrible feeling of all; I knew at last that the scientific achievement I had made and lost counted for little with me. It was the girl. I realized then that the only being I ever could care for was living out her life with her world, and, indeed, her whole universe, in an atom of that ring." 2. "Grief is like a dark, oppressive cloud, until from lip and hand it breaks in the rain of melody, and we are lightened, so that even the things that are painful give to life a new and chastened glory... "If it had consisted with His plan to make these delicate mortal bodies capable of every agreeable sensation in the highest degree, yet not liable to accident, and not subject to misery and pain, he would surely have done this for all of us. But reason and nature show us that such an end did not consist with his plan." 3. "Camilla----You, sir, should unmask. Stranger---Indeed? Cassilda---Indeed it's time. We all have laid aside disguise but you. Stranger---I wear no mask. Cassilda- (terrified, aside to Camilla) -- No mask? No mask!" Beauty without the beloved is a sword through the heart. ("The Young in Heart," by I.A. Wylie.) -3-
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