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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (May 10, 1952)
limr* I think you do it jijsf to irritate me." Vim rnl slowly |(iil up unit removed Modern Mvslciies from tin* lulilr. It was very relaxing reading fnr.him ((ic tion could never lx* an hor* I ililr as evetyduy life i, hut Myra claimed they were “mentally dt-Krailing." Soiiielime. lie Vwwcil. I II lug. a dozen o| lliem and go off and lead them in a sanctuary. Myra strutted ulmut I lie living loom. inspect ing h»r dust. |-or lark of a while glove. Vincent gave her hi- linen handkerchief, hul she did not appreciate the joke, lie fell the old anger ••rising in him. I p to u point, a mail can take. . . Quickly lie -oppressed In- emotion. He hut toned hi- suit coat fwhich lie had ju»! iinhul loned I and ascended the stairs. If lie could get to the hrdroom before Myra did. he might hr aide to sneak in a r11 ink or two before hdna and Foster arrived. I hey were more acceptable if they were slightly fussy around the edges. He entered his room like closet and reached into a box marked Keds. The amber bottle held jusi enough for two or three good snorts. Quickly lu* downed these and began picking out hi- evening clothes. My ra entered the room, humming to herself, hut as she neared him, she abruptly stopped. Vincent! You have been drinking!” The eyebrows were arched into pyramids. “I thought that tonight, at least, you could con duct yourself properly. I can imagine Kdna M telling her friends about Mvra's drunken hus band. Imagine! ■'Now look. Vincent begun, but it wus no iim-. Ibin is the trial, judge, and jury, (ittilly us charged, j on are sentenced to one hour, a pause, and one night of browbeating. Have you anything to sav ? Ye*! Vincent stared at Myra and shouted. She was wide-eyed. Yes! he repeated and walked from the room, head high, voice firm. lie run down the long, curving stuirs. through tin- spider’s parlor, into the kitchen, past an open-mouthed Roberta, to the gurage. Vincent pushed himself between the cars, into tin- Lin coln. und sped out id the garuge to the street. Powerfully, the car surged forward to the highway and then onto it, ignoring stop signs. I lie car felt good under him. Here he was mas ter of the road, master of the situation. If a man can t even have himself one drink after a long day. when he’s facing a longer eve ning, lie might as well give up. When. ever, he recalled, have I been able to do exactly as I pleased.'* \\ lien could I ever express myself, feel some emotion? A straight jacket would be freedom incarnate. Always the wish to. for once, do exactly as lie pleased, was with him. To let go. to react to a situation as a man should, if In- were free. That (ioddamn Mvru. I lie highway was free. open. Kasily he passed slower cars, slaves to rules and regula tions. I’lte speedometer climbed higher and it was heaven. Vincent jerked his eves upwards as he saw an ancient coupe crossing the high way ahead of him. In a moment they met. and he felt the car careen away from his control. The steering wheel fought hack and. in a tno ment, he was in a ditch, the car pitching and turning. Then it stopped. * Hi jaw hurl as lie painfully forced open the door and got out. lie frit his lists tighten as he looked at the young farm hoy inspect the damage to his ear. Almost instantly Vincent fell the touch that said control yourself. Don't act irrationally. Hut now a stronger, more insistent voice said make youiself free. Do what you want to do. lie ran up to the youth and grabbed his col lar. How delicious it would he to kill him. lie. who slopped the flight, who ended l.is control over his machine. K ick up the traces, do what you w ish. Vincent got into the Plymouth, easing him self under the wheel. It was all dear now. Nothing wa« near that said No! The youth came to the car as Vincent yelled at him. He felt the pocket knife in his hand (to he used for the civilized purpose of whit tling wood, if only it wasn’t so messy.) He heard the click us he pushed the button and. a» the youth leaned towards him. he slashed it across his face. Quickly he started the car and headed hack. Never was there such a fine feel ing as to do what you want to do. Never, prob ably, could he do it again. / Na rcissus By Sue Polsky Junior in English Oh proud Narcissus Of the tangled dreams, \\ ho gapes in the liquid mirrors Of multi-colored streams And weeps great self tears I hat leave no streaking trace Of Human love or pain 1 pon his eyeless face To Go By Night (Continued from jtn/se 3) She nodded and hurried into the waiting mom. The man behind the desk looked up from under a green eve-shade. "Something. Miss?” "Yes. Ves. I'd like a ticket to—to Milton. One way." Hi- look a long. folded paper a rid stamped it several timet) with a rubber stamp. “I hat II he two dollars and eighteen cents." he said. She took the nineteen dollar- from her purse and laid it on the counter. Me looked at her for a moment, then took three dollar hills and handed her change. I he lots had pulled out into the deserted street arid -lie walked to the curb, looking up at the windows for the man. She stood for sev eral minutes, uncertain. Then she saw him at one of the windows, smiling at her. As she hesitated, a green-uniformed man came up to her ind lipped his hat. “Cab. Miss?” She turned to look at the cab driver, not quite comprehending. Suddenly she turned and ran to the parked taxi. She yanked open the door and gave the puzzled driver the num ber of the red brick house. • SAFE • CONVENIENT • ECONOMICAL SPECIAL Checking Accounts • Your money is safe, vet always available, lust Sl'.OO for a book of 10 checks which you use whenever you wish. Open your ac count today. EUGENE BRANCH of the UNITED STATES NATIONAL BANK Eighth and Willamette Memlier Federal Deposit Insurance Corp. 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