after the war and joined the Naval Re
serve, returning to active duty in 1950.
He and his wife have nine children.
Edward, one of his sons, is a boatswains
mate first class on duty at Little Creek
Virginia.
Harris hopes to retire in I960 and buy
a service station in Massachusetts. "One
with some ground around it,” he says.
It’s about time I settled down and did a
little gardening.n
"Is It Epenthesis?"
By A1 Stein
. When the urge to write comes upon you
Flike the gathering momentum of a fast
rolling stone and ideas bombard your
mind in full cords instead of single
notes, you speed yourself to savor one
passage, one paragraph. As you write,
your supply is exhausted like the nuts
from a squirrels winter storehouse. As
the winter encloses Autumn, so do the
ideas enclose one another.
You seek to make a man on paper, a
real human, and a human part of a love
and every love part of yourself. With
every device of your mind you cascade
the ideas down upon your paper and watch
them in hopes they will sparkle, A sen
tence may relax you while a single word
kmay make you sad. You think, you strug
gle to find the secret of the single
word that played upon your emotions like
a sweet tune from a gypsys violin. You ‘
would like to know that you can write
the feeling down as you have felt it.
You would like to be a recording device,
to put emotion on paper as a true recor
der saves beautiful sounds forever.
You wonder if you’re getting the
thought across to your reader.1 You
wonder if people will know how you feel.
As the ideas spill from your pen you can !
hear a symphony in your mind. The sym- ;
; phony composes it’s own music. Now loud, j
j now soft, now melodramatic, now tender, 1
• each note creating a bed for the follow- i
I ing to rest in as it exhausts itself, i
; You wonder,, can "they, the readers, hear I
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|the same music as they read.Is it played
[•the same. Do they wonder what makes you
tick for the words that you use. You
wonder, do you really express yourself.
When you speak of a brown autumn leaf in
a quiet dense forrest, can they see the
actual color on the floor of the forrest
Can they see the sunlight sprinkling it
self through heave foilage like minute
grains of* silver. Can they feel the
moisture of the fallen leaves as they
sleep silently on the earth. Do your
readers know the noises of that forrest.
Have you projected yourself? You wonder
if you will ever acquire a creative
feeling, a contribution to anything?
As you feel the passion of the urge
to write leaving your soul, your mind
begins to close the heavy door to your
storeroom of words. You try to bow out
easy and leave your reader with a smile
on his lips,her lips.But you worry about
everything you write, Have I left them
puzzled? Is she smiling? Will they
know itfs them in this story? Do they
see through the story or the author? You
finally decide to severe the contact,You
think of something. You write it. For
rests are brown, they make me feel good.
Some are green, they make me feel fresh.
Darkness comes and the forrest is silent,
except for a relaxing sound of nature.
Sometimes nature makes me blue.
Free O'seas Mail OK'd by Senate
Washington (AFPS) — The Senate has }.
approved free mail for service personnel j.
overseas. •;
The proposal, which still has to pass j
the House, applies only to letters go- j
ing first class. Rates on third and fo- j
urth class and air mail would remain in I
effect for Armed Forces members.
A similar system was used in WWII and j
the Korean conflict. j
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