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This is the top of the world and the dark heaven
no higher than a heartbeat.
On such a plateau as this, Keats might have lain
and from his exquisite mind produced a perfect
sonnet. On such grass a man might stand and
achieve greatness in the soft sigh of this night
wind.
Here at the world's end and the beginning of
the universe is a wreath of trees in single blossoms.
And here the daily coming and going of the ant is.
as significant as the seeking and finding of those
who crush it beneath their feet. For there is no
distinction at this pinnacle among any of us and
the least is mighty as the giant.
On this spot on this night, majesty descends like
a coronet of Stardust. It is somehow fitting that the
glory is dimmed by the sweep of clouds and tran
scended by the flicker of lightning.
The top of the world is a dark pearl set in ba
guettes of brilliance. And one of them is the pool of
a filling station and one the shaft of a factory and
one the stammered repetition of neon on a truck
stop. But they are soundless dreams, only a trick
tired eyes play upon themselves, only the remem
bered mortality of a weary brain.
It seems a travesty to confess that this place for
poetry, this fantasy drawn by night and signed by
the stars, is the first tee on a golf course. It is a
kind of admission of the inadequate to reveal the
presence of a country club down the hill. But it
is so, perhaps better so. This night, this finale are,
above all, things resplendent with honesty.
Nor is there any pretense between the ant and
the man above him and this affinity for the infinite
given both of them.
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I LIVED WITH GIRLS IN TROUBLE (Continued)
just a college boy."
Lorraine, her green eyes looking
straight into mine, said she still loved
her boy friend. "But we haven't even
started college yet. Who knows if by
the time we finish well still feel this
way? It's taking too much of a chance.
I don't want to be divorced by 20!"
No, they blame no one. Not even sol
emn little Annie, an 18-year-old whose
parents were so strict she wasn't al
lowed to see a movie or wear lipstick.
It was apparent her trouble resulted
from a direct revolt against these mid
Victorian standards. But she blamed no
one but herself.
Four girls had their babies while I
was in the home. The procedure was
for the girl to report to the nurse on
duty when she felt contractions. She
was then placed in the infirmary until
the first signs of labor, at which time
an ambulance was sent for and she was
taken to the hospital.
What do they think about most often
on the way to the hospital? Not
the coming pain, nor the baby, nor
their aloneness. They're most concerned
about being exposed as unwed mothers
about questions they'll be asked by .
married women in the maternity ward
with them.
Following procedure, blonde, volatile
Jane had her baby and returned to the
home's infirmary for eight days of post
natal care. I remember how relieved
the girls were as she announced ex
citedly, "They didn't ask me a thing!
Not a thing! And here FhacTmy story
all down pat about my husband being
overseas in service and his family liv
ing far away. . . ." That's the usual story
they tell.
IN some maternity homes, the unwed
mother is treated as if she were
virtually a criminal. In others, she is
recognized as a girl who made an un
fortunate mistake and needs help to'
salvage her life.
In "my" maternity home the girls
were treated with kindness and con
sideration. The three immaculate bed
rooms and dormitory were beautifully
decorated in pleasant shades of pink,
gray, and blue.
The food was excellent for a good
reason. Social workers know that it im
parts a sense of contentment and well
being. They know that these girls, like
.most people in trouble, instinctively
turn to food in compensation.
We had the benefit of counseling
by psychiatrists and caseworkers who
could help keep the emotionally unsure
in line.
We had the tremendous psychological
boon of having a nurse always on duty,
all day and all night.
We had a wonderful lounge replete
with library, TV, and game tables
where we gathered in the evening.
There was an arts and crafts class, a
sewing and handicraft class. ATT this
helped promote the feeling of belong
ing that these girls needed so desper
ately in this crucial period.
In my home the girls did not have to
take -care of their babies after birth.
They did not even have to see them
unless they wanted to.
Some of the maternity homes across
the country run on this basis are: Lund
House in Burlington, Vt.; Inwood Home
and Dana House in New York City;
Florence Crittenton Home, Philadel
phia, Pa.; The Mercy Memorial, New
Orleans; Hope Cottage, Dallas; Salva
tion Army White Shield Home, Port
land, Ore.; St. Anne's Maternity Hospi
tal, Los Angeles.
The social workers who run such
homes do it at tremendous expense
(and only with the aid of public funds,
such as through United Funds and local
health and welfare councils). For in
order to give the type of treatment they
advocate, they must maintain almost
as many highly trained people on the
staff as there are inmates themselves.
But I saw what these "coddlemongers"
accomplished: girls came to them jit
tery, haunted, beaten.
They left resolute and spiritually
fortified to face the future.
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Family Weekly. July it. Its