5 10 9760 https://caspercollege.cvlcollections.org/files/original/dae6f034b5893d06024da64fe583476a.pdf 366fb731ba6e269978c664b5ea8eb9b4 PDF Text Text SELF PORTRAIT Jim Wade It had been nearly six months since the accident. Paul had adjusted quite quickly. He had never really known how he could paint a landscape in his East Side studio, but now, in his total darkness, he realized he had a photographic memory. Now it was as if he were standing on the steps of “The Americana” watching himself walk down 7th Avenue. The scene was like a film of any afternoon in the city, except that he was the only clear image in the picture, he and the unchanging buildings. The people every­ where around him were only shadows on his mental movie screen. He could see himself with the canvas under his right arm, the white cane over his left. He no longer used the cane except during the rush hours when sidewalk traffic was difficult for him. His light fall suit was threadbare, but he knew it was clean and pressed. He had spent nearly half of his last five dollar bill to make sure of that only the day before. It had been a waste of money and he knew it now. Six months ago he would have been thrown out of David’s office if he had come in with a wrinkled suit. But now he knew David hadn’t even noticed his suit yester­ day. David Goldberg had been Paul’s dealer and benefactor. David was a respected art critic and had a luxurious office suite in a large building on 42nd Street. He remembered yesterday’s conversation with David as clearly as he remembered 42nd Street, onto which he had now turned. The words still drummed in his ears. “Hello, Paul. How very good to see you.” “It’s nice to be here again, David.” “What can I do for you?” “I was just out walking, soaking up the sun and the sounds and—” Paul heard David strike the match and smelled the smoke. David never lit a cigar when he was interested. It disturbed Paul and pushed him to the purpose of the visit before he was prepared. “I need a loan, David.” “Of course, Paul. How much?” “Don’t you want to know what I want it for?” “Certainly not. I’m sure you wouldn’t ask unless you needed it. Just tell Ann how much you need and she’ll write you a check.” “I want to go to school, David.” “Good for you. Ann will take care of it for you.” “I never did anything but paint, David, but they are going to teach me.” “Of course they will. Ann, sign a check for Paul, will you? No amount. I’m glad to help you, Paul. Come see me anytime.” —10— �“But David! What about interest and terms of repayment?” “Forget it, Paul. We’ll work it out sometime. It was good to see you, Paul.” “It wasn’t very good to see you, David,” thought Paul as he entered the building. He gave the canvas and an envelope to the elevator girl, walk­ ed back into the street, and lost himself amid innumerable shadows. By some chance David was sitting, with a very warm feeling, thinking about his generosity with Paul when Ann brought the paper-covered canvas and the envelope into his office. The envelope had two pieces of paper in it: the blank check he had given Paul, and a sheet with two spasticly let­ tered words, “Self Portrait.” David stripped the paper from the canvas and gazed with his heart in his throat. In the center of the pitch black canvas was a crudely-done solitary tin cup. PASSION FOR THE NIGHT Engrossed with envy. Prosperity besets me everywhere. Comes the sun, I travel to my burrow and stay there. So low, unable to face humanity, They cringe at the very sight of me. Finally! The deep, dark depths of night rain down, Filling the streets with opportunity abound. Yes, this is my life! I love the day blackened. Now they cannot look upon my face, and 1 am wretched. —Frank D. Neville SMALL the shockproof . . . the irradiated . . . the white and black . . . days when the quiet pen screams to be used days when you want to jump off the world days when the fulcrum of life tips the distorted perspective of late hours plundering my mind .. .. and the world sees me and I am small the world’s critics see me and I am smaller yet. —Steve Halversen —11— � Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Text Any textual data included in the document Print magazine story Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource "Shoplifters" steals the show at Casper College Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <div id="dublin-core-rights" class="element"> <div class="element-text five columns omega"> <div class="element-text five columns omega"> <div class="element-text five columns omega"> <div class="element-text five columns omega"> <div class="element-text"><a href="http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/InC/1.0/">http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/InC/1.0/</a></div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2023-05-01 Type The nature or genre of the resource Text Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Jacob Klaudt Language A language of the resource ENG Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chinook Student Newspaper, CCA 08.i.2023.01 WyCaC US. Casper College Archives and Special Collections. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context May_Shoplifters Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PNG Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Casper College https://caspercollege.cvlcollections.org/files/original/d50fb3122dc85ba3590f862042664cbb.pdf 1dfaa54a0f145f2ecb83f28ab90d5f8e PDF Text Text “But David! What about interest and terms of repayment?” “Forget it, Paul. We’ll work it out sometime. It was good to see you, Paul.” “It wasn’t very good to see you, David,” thought Paul as he entered the building. He gave the canvas and an envelope to the elevator girl, walk­ ed back into the street, and lost himself amid innumerable shadows. By some chance David was sitting, with a very warm feeling, thinking about his generosity with Paul when Ann brought the paper-covered canvas and the envelope into his office. The envelope had two pieces of paper in it: the blank check he had given Paul, and a sheet with two spasticly let­ tered words, “Self Portrait.” David stripped the paper from the canvas and gazed with his heart in his throat. In the center of the pitch black canvas was a crudely-done solitary tin cup. PASSION FOR THE NIGHT Engrossed with envy. Prosperity besets me everywhere. Comes the sun, I travel to my burrow and stay there. So low, unable to face humanity, They cringe at the very sight of me. Finally! The deep, dark depths of night rain down, Filling the streets with opportunity abound. Yes, this is my life! I love the day blackened. Now they cannot look upon my face, and I am wretched. —Frank D. Neville SMALL the shockproof . . . the irradiated . . . the white and black . . . days when the quiet pen screams to be used days when you want to jump off the world days when the fulcrum of life tips the distorted perspective of late hours plundering my mind . ... and the world sees me and I am small the world’s critics see me and I am smaller yet. —Steve Halversen —11— � Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Text Any textual data included in the document Print poem Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource "Small" Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/InC-EDU/1.0/">http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/InC-EDU/1.0/</a> The Casper College Archives has archived this poem to encourage the use of its Expression Literary Arts Magazines for digital humanities and other related educational uses. Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 1964 Description An account of the resource Poem published by Steve Halversen in the fall 1964 Casper College Expression magazine. Type The nature or genre of the resource Text Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Steve Halversen Language A language of the resource ENG Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. 1964 Fall. Expression Literary and Arts Magazine, CCA 04.ii.c.2022.01 WyCaC US. Casper College Archives and Special Collections. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context CCA_04.ii.c.01_Expression1964_Fall_Halversen Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 page https://caspercollege.cvlcollections.org/files/original/9baac3ba0ec77e82995027b5336bd9f0.pdf 9c7280ac669944b370de99f74d3e7d95 PDF Text Text non-white. They waited. The weary, half-starved faces of those around him reflected the dis­ couragement and helplessness he was feeling. It was now almost 5:00 p.m. He had waited through the noon hour, thinking that he might miss a good chance if he left. About 6:00 p.m. the office closed and with its workers left a young Negro father whose wife works irregular hours, whose son dies as he waits. But there is always tomorrow. STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN Jacob. See, Jacob? Staircase, Jacob. Long way up there, Jacob. See the top way up there, Jacob? Listen! I hear somethin’ cornin’, Jacob. Soon there’s got to be a reward cornin’, Jacob. But now you must admit, repent your old sins, Jacob. There’s the only way you’ll ever get to heaven now, Jacob. Jacob Jacob Jacob Jacob. —Tom Norman VICTORY Like a falcon in the sky. Triumphantly passing others by. The victorious chant and scream. And yet, may not know what they mean. Meanwhile, the conquered must bow down. And lose possession of their noble crown. But, who really won in the end? Of course, those who had the most to spend. THEIR GOALS It’s true, the components of this marvelous age. Want it all in black and white on this very page. Not to think, contemplate, decide, and do, But rather, to merely follow through By Plan A, let the flower bloom. That’s what they want — Security of the tomb. —Ronnie Forgey � Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Text Any textual data included in the document Print poem Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource "Stairway to Heaven" Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/InC-EDU/1.0/">http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/InC-EDU/1.0/</a> The Casper College Archives has archived this story to encourage the use of its Expression Literary Arts Magazines for digital humanities and other related educational uses. Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 1964 Description An account of the resource Poem published by Tom Norman in the fall 1964 Casper College Expression magazine. Type The nature or genre of the resource Text Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Tom Norman Language A language of the resource ENG Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. 1964 Fall. Expression Literary and Arts Magazine, CCA 04.ii.c.2022.01 WyCaC US. Casper College Archives and Special Collections. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context CCA_04.ii.c.01_Expression1964_Fall_Norman_03 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 page https://caspercollege.cvlcollections.org/files/original/e1024de8de26c5897bf4924e44a9ba35.pdf 7bf6ed1e2f57809a48c27294ba34bdce PDF Text Text J [W] Grey Sparrow GtMral Yo-Yo, Water Color, 2006 Susanne Riette-Keith Winter 2014 �TALKING CURE by Chad Hanson She couldn’t help feeling humiliated all the time. She felt embarrassed on the bus. Her heart satik when her sister didn’t call her on the phone. She felt bad when her coach said that she looked like spilled milk running off the edge of a table. She decided to see a shrink. He told her that she did not look like spilling. He told her she seemed like a vessel. He said, ‘‘You can hold the whole entire world. You are a vase. Wait until you’re ready. Then you pour.” She started pouring in the spring when the snow began to melt in the backyard. She turned into a waterfall. People diat she didn’t know stopped to admire her. SOMETHING WILD, SOMETHING BLUE by Chad Hanson In the Wednesday edition, the Guardian covered a report of a lion on the loose in West Ham Park. Janet rode the train to West Ham after her shift in the restaurant. She sat next to a creek. She thought she might see the lion. She thought she would catch him sneaking a drink of water. She spent her evenings under a canopy of leaves. One night she thought she saw motion. Another night, she thought she might have heard a growl. Then the paper retracted the story. She still sat beside the stream. The thought of something wild felt better than folding clothes in the blue light of the TV in her living room. 29 � Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Original Format The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data Print Journal Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Chad Hanson Journal Publications, CCA 04.ii.e.2025.01 WyCaC US. Casper College Archives and Special Collections. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context CCA 04.ii.e.2025.01_ChadHansonPapers_45 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Searchable PDF Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <em>Grey Sparrow</em> is published by Grey Sparrow Press https://caspercollege.cvlcollections.org/files/original/3521a4b082f89cc40daef5b7142f034a.pdf af0f4b6a25ed7f17c9fd2be6ceb0e718 PDF Text Text "THE CANDY WRAPPER" James A nschutz Zebux is rising lazily over the distant horizon shedding its nourishing rays over the land. Zebux is the equivalent of the earth’s sun, and is located about 109,000,000 miles from the plant Sram. This plant is where our story takes place. It is early spring on the continent of Kappa around the turn of the century known as the fortieth revolution. Our attention is centered this morning on the person walking slowly up the walk to the main entrance of a sprawling series of buildings known collectively as The National Institute of Biological Research at Sufro. The man carries a battered, brown briefcase and is of slight build. He is in his middle fifties and is almost bald save for a wisp of hair on the upper forehead that continually waves to and fro never remaining stationary. His clothing consists of outdated trousers of nithiun, and a soiled apron which should have long since been subjected to the purifying action of soap and water. Such a description is quite incomplete, however. This man is set apart from his fellow beings for one basic reason which will become more obvious as we proceed. He has a reputation as a lunatic and demented being whose name is synonymous with repugnance and abhorrence in most people’s minds. This is because of his work. Yzarc Sapflo is a mad scientist in the eyes of many and his ideas are extremely radical, to say the least. He believes in the existence of microcosms or little worlds that exist on erasers, door knobs or candy wrappers. The work, thought Sapflo, was obviously going unexpectedly well; per­ haps even somewhat ahead of the rigorous schedule, which had been set by the man himself. Ideas lurched and twisted to free themeslves from the confining recesses of his mind—ideas that seemed to take him gently by the hand, guiding him toward his goal slowly but surely. Here is an intelligent being, a scholar, a genius in every sense of that often misused word. Yzarc Sapflo was a creature deeply and inextricably engrossed in his work, which is a trait typical of a genius. Successful as the work seemed to be progressing insofar as Yzarc was concerned, he could not help but remember the manner in which he had been treated by his fellow scientists and by the public in general. Jibes, cat­ calls, and derision of all sorts had been his lot. Even his wife, Sebna, seemed unusually skeptical toward his work of late, and that had been the hardest of all the numerous blows he had been subjected to since undertaking his present project. Dear Sebna, his crutch to lean upon in time of crisis for some thirty years now, was drifting further and further away from the cause he himself was so very much absorbed in day and night. The physical torture of his prolonged, enervating labor —13— �I had been bad enough, of course, but the mental abuses he had suffered at the hands of his wife seemed at times as insurmountable as did the work itself. Through it all, howbeit, Yzarc struggled doggedly onward. His idea was sound; it was plausible; and he, Yzarc Sapflo, would have the last laugh. His work, if successful of course, would be the answer to all things that hitherto had been the subject of mere philosophical theories. His suc­ cessfully completed undertaking would definitely shatter some of the world’s most cherished and ancient institutions. His name would live forever in history as the man who solved, in great measure, the mystery of life it­ self, and whose achievements in the field of biological research shook the very archstones of civilized life on Sram. Indeed, the shattering consequenc­ es often caused even Sapflo to shudder. What profundity! Suddenly, Yzarc’s assistant, Yesnoo, burst into the room carrying a slide he had just finished preparing for insertion under the microscope and subsequent study by Sapflo. “Ha Ha,’’ the older man chuckled, “just an­ other ‘candy wrapper’ you fool.” Then they both broke down in uncontroll­ able fits of laughter, the kind of laughter that seemed to ridicule the ridicule of those who had less faith in the project in which they so unself­ ishly devoted their time, energy and talent. Anxious to work and find the answer that would immortalize “Sapflo,” Yzarc quickly slipped the new slide under the microscope accidentaly bumping a corner of the paper as he did so. The earthquake had been a severe one. Tremors were recorded all along the West Coast, while San Francisco itself was turned into sheer bed­ lam and catastrophe. Buildings were tossed about as if of eggshell; trains became playthings of the mighty forces of nature. It was as if the city was constructed on candy wrapper tinfoil or cellophane that was crumpled by the arbitrary decree of some unfathomable court of law “Mother Nature.” Over four hundred lives were snuffed out in little more than a flash of the eye; mighty structures that had taken years of painstaking labor to complete were leveled in an awesome display of relentless, unmerciful brutality. The whole calamity was not unlike anger meted out by a huge, unseen hand. Yzarc sat entranced and fascinated at his powerful scope, delving into the unknown, perhaps, as many of his contemporaries had stated, the un­ knowable. He carefully adjusted the fine focus to bring whatever it was he was searching for into view, but nothing, not a solitary thing, was evident to his scientifically keen eye. Stains of infinite colors were tried again as they had been before so many times, but still there was nothing to be seen. In the past the blue stain had given some promise of results when applied on the barren areas of the candy wrapper, and so this was tried . . . and the unsinkable ship sank. It was the year 1912, and it was the finest boat �ever constructed, but the huge and snarling waves that were driven by mighty winds took their toll after the Titanic struck the iceburg. Then Yzarc decided to snip off one end of the candy wrapper and analyze its composition by use of the gigantic Xyeometer, but he had only cut a tiny segment of the paper when the intercom paged him. Even this tiny segment was enough . . . for Alaska had never seen the likes before. The earth in Alaska was torn by a terrible earthquake. Huge cracks in the surface of the earth appeared as though they had been cut by a pair of gigantesque scissors. But that is quite preposterous, isn’t it? Or is it? SORROW Sorrow is the lump in one’s throat, The wet handkerchief, The reprimanding finger of a superior. The loss of a loved one; Sorrow is recalling, as we open gifts, that a child born this day will die for us someday! Sorrow is the wind, as it comes and goes A young girl’s doll with a broken leg; Sorrow is the death of a president. The darkness of a cloudy night. Sorrow is Chopin’s Funeral March. Sorrow is like the shadow of a tree, with branches grasping for the soul, to tear it out; Sorrow is one’s head in one’s hands. Sorrow is God’s gift to man. Sorrow is darkness, that we may appreciate light — Sorrow is a vulture that mutilates — that mangles — its host: Sorrow is love. BOING! I have a rubber ball. I bounce it down the hall. To this I feel you must agree: At time, my rubber ball is me! —Tom Norman —15— � Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Text Any textual data included in the document Print magazine story and poem Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource "The Candy Wrapper" and "Sorrow" Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 1964 Description An account of the resource Story and poem by James Anschutz published in the fall 1964 Casper College Expression magazine. Type The nature or genre of the resource Text Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource James Anschutz Language A language of the resource ENG Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context CCA_04.ii.c.01_Expression1964_Fall_Anschutz Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Extent The size or duration of the resource. 3 pages Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/InC-EDU/1.0/">http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/InC-EDU/1.0/</a> The Casper College Archives has archived this and poem story to encourage the use of its Expression Literary Arts Magazines for digital humanities and other related educational uses. https://caspercollege.cvlcollections.org/files/original/35a1a603c0f33cea745a41ccacc66918.pdf f8b42b240125253f7673d8a3d608a399 PDF Text Text fore I brought my eyes back to the scene of action, we had recovered a fumble. We had the ball! I was shouting to the players, “Sit on it, sit on it fellas, we’ve got to hold on to that football!” 1 was shaking in my shoes, we were so close to a victory, the first victory in the history of the school. Tick, tick tick, the clock moved on, slowly and surely. Two minutes to go, we still had the ball, then a fumble. Oh God, we had lost the danged thing again! My heart jumped and pounded furiously. This was no place for a weak heart. I watched, anticipating every move. I saw the pass from the opposi­ tion hit the air, I watched the receiver snatch the ball out of the air, and then I watched him carry it in for the winning score. But wait! A flag was down! A penalty, the ball was called back! I was jumping up and down, the clock ran out, we had won! I was so happy I could hardly stand it. One of my players, the same one I had chatted with the first half, came by, took one look, and chimed, “Coach, you’re crying.” I looked at him and smiled, “Yeah, I’m crying.” THE CREEPING JOHNNIES Here they come! Whispering, sighing, feeling Their way through the trees. Here they Come! Veiling, hiding, masking Everything in their way. It was warm before. Now they are here! Turning everything COLD, COLD, COLD, OH, SO COLD! My Singing Tree is silent Oh, so silent. Wrapped in a mantle of Wisping, clinging, grasping Creeping Johnnies. Ah! there they go! The sun is glinting through The Singing Tree, silent no more. Is happy that they are gone. —Carolyn Adams � Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Text Any textual data included in the document Print poem Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource "The Creeping Johnnies" Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/InC-EDU/1.0/">http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/InC-EDU/1.0/</a> The Casper College Archives has archived this poem to encourage the use of its Expression Literary Arts Magazines for digital humanities and other related educational uses. Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 1964 Description An account of the resource Poem published by Carolyn Adams in the fall 1964 Casper College Expression magazine. Type The nature or genre of the resource Text Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Carolyn Adams Language A language of the resource ENG Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. 1964 Fall. Expression Literary and Arts Magazine, CCA 04.ii.c.2022.01 WyCaC US. Casper College Archives and Special Collections. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context CCA_04.ii.c.01_Expression1964_Fall_Adams Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPG Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 page https://caspercollege.cvlcollections.org/files/original/0967cad7d3cac33b956b4d64aac89412.pdf a53758594ae0b93ea7065744d8174a9e PDF Text Text I’ll be like that soon, Ellis thought, as he watched the hawk skip and bob in the pale, warm summer sky. No fences, no boundaries, no more Uncle George and Aunt Minnie, fat Virgil or bitch Sissie. Just freedom like the sparrow hawk. Ellis glanced at his watch again. Twenty minutes till two. Well, he thought, now is as good as time as any. He reached over and scratched the old brown dog beside him. “A couple more hours and we’re even with them Curly,” he said. “Even for the last twelve years we’ve spent on their rotten, stinkin’ farm. Then Ellis put the barrel of the gun against his temple and slowly squeezed the trigger. Overhead the sparrow hawk screamed. THE ELEGY Richard F. Miracle The town of Holton seemed to be in a trance tonight or so it would appear to a stranger. It was Friday which on a normal week would be very active, but tonight the populus stayed at home and waited. The people had known three months ago it would be like this. It wouldn’t be the first time, but it was supposed to be the last. On the second floor of the hotel a man could be seen looking out to­ wards the end of the town. In most respects he was the average man in every . His only difference was the peculiar smile on his face. Tonight was his night and his alone as far as he was concerned, but then he was not the only one concerned. Then there was a rap on the door and he new it was time to leave. With the moves of a cat he walked over and opened the door. “My escort for tonight, I suppose?” asked Chester. “Yes sir,” replied the guard. “I will get my coat and we can be off immediately, for I do not want to be late,” said Chester. Upon reaching the front of the hotel Chester looked up the street to see no more than a very quiet town. The glummest of feelings could be perceived in the light of a million stars and a full moon. “The town could pass for a ghost town tonight,” said Chester. “Yes, I believe it could,” replied the guard. “By the way, sir, is it al­ ways this quiet when you come here?” “Yes,” said Chester, “this will be my thirteenth trip in the last six years and it is always the same. Also between here and our destination you will find the same number of blocks. Tonight I will finish naming the blocks.” “What names do you give them?” asked the guard. “Well, as I have said, I started six years ago with my first task,” said Chester, “and each time I return I name another block. This first one is �named after Jack Madrid. A home town boy was Jack and the people still remember what he was. Jack being my first I remember him very well, but the others I try to find a symbol in their block.” “Did you ever hear of him?” asked Chester. “No,” said the guard, “I haven’t.” “Well never mind,” sneered Chester. “The next two blocks are quite a rarity in that they are brothers. That is they are named after Earnest and King Hall. I bet I am the only one on record to be accorded the honor of brothers. Now to remember Earnest I think of the big buildings in his block and how the people of this town earnestly believe the town will grow. Now look at the middle house in this third block, doesn’t it look like a cas­ tle?” asked Chester. “It is a big place all right,” remarked the guard. “The appearance of the next block is that of the rough life the town has had to go through. It fits nicely the name of my next person who went by the monicker of Callous Harding. He was a fighter in a way and you might say the same about this block, neither one wants to give up its hold on life. Callous even fought me, but I jolted him into reality. “Number five here is the one that I was given a bigger writeup in the paper than Happy Spedman. After it was over the newspapermen inter­ viewed me for the first time. When the paper came out and every one found out that I was naming these blocks the people here got pretty mad. I was worried that I might lose my job, but the excitement has long been for­ gotten. Looking into the next block there rest the prettiest house and also Artie Maxon the number six man. Now Artie was almost perfect in all his ways except he made that one fatal mistake. He got to the point of being too perfect and finally broke under pressure. I always had great respect for him as I like to be neat in my work too, and take great pride of a job well done. “Never was I so happy though as when I slowed Speedie Johnson down. No one felt sorry for Speed though. 1 guess that was because of the record he had run up and everyone wanted him off his feet. Speed never did have any education and this made the people mad. Speed was number seven, and I guess that is all that can be said about him.” “Don’t you have anything to remember him by, sir?” “Remember Speed? No, but take Hex Tully, he was easy to keep track of. Why his wife was waiting for him, and also about thirty newsmen and even a telivision station. If you ever want to write aa human interest story, look up the facts about him. His wife never gave up hope until she saw the lights. Yes. sir, quite a story there. By the way did you know I had a woman on my honor roll?” “A woman, sir?” “Sure, why that was the biggest honor to be bestowed on me in the past years. Jane Lastly was her name. She was the sweetest looking little thing. �I even felt a little pity, or no, I guess you could say love for her. I even set up the small memorial on the corner of this block. Almost all the people were against it and for a while 1 thought they might win out over the rest of us. They didn’t though, so she became my ninth.” “Did you regret it afterwards, sir?” “Nope, I have never regretted any of my actions. Have you noticed how big this tenth block is?” “Never paid it the slightest attention, sir.” “Very few people do but the size always reminds me of Nope Ander­ son. He was a great hunk of man. A lumberjack by trade and a good one, too. He got sidetracked somehow and then we had to meet. He took it like a man with not even a peep out of him. Now Scape Peerson who happened to be a friend of Nope’s was just the reverse. He cried, pleaded, and then went into a fit. I couldn’t see why Nope even put up with him. “Scape was number eleven for me. It was about this time that I felt I would get the chance to name all the blocks. You just don’t know how it feels to accomplish this great feat. “The last time I was here it was for Tardy Bendal. I was almost late for him. I am like the postman in that nothing can hold me back from keeping my appointments. Tardy was just a run of the mill type person though. I suppose that is why I didn’t place much importance in his case. “I guess that brings us up to the last and final block. In a few minutes it will carry the name Lucky Hartfiels. I hope you have liked my explana­ tions and have taken care to remember the names of the blocks,” said Ches­ ter. “I guess I can always look up the names on the record if I forget.” “Yes, 1 suppose you can. Well, I must get inside and see to my equip­ ment. Sure don’t want to disappoint anyone who is waiting.” The town of Holton was waiting and they didn’t have long to wait that night. The lights of the town all went dim at the same time and they knew. DAILY TIMES May 14, 1952 Early Edition Last night Chester Elegy the state executioner was killed by a short in the lever that sends electricity to the chair. The intended victim Lucky Hart­ fiels will be held over until the electrical system is repaired and a new exe­ cutioner is appointed. This was to be the last excution as it is expected that the state legislature will pass the bill next month to do away with capital punishment. � Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. 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