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A Senior's Serapbook Pictures at an Exhibition

"You will, you will," she said.

He took some aspirin for his hangover and lit a cigarette.

He had gotten his magna and he was ready to consume now with the best of them. Walt turned on the radio and heard his song again- "I Love my Thick and Frosty/love my Thick and Frosty. . ." Could this be? From Birds Eye? As good a milkshake as you get when you drive out for it? As good as MacDonalds? Is it made out of chemicals? Is it real plastic?

Dreams he had-chocolate, vanilla, strawberry. He went out to buy, and, when he discovered that there was a new flavor, dark chocolate, he could hardly contain himself.

They are all going to go out West, not because they saw Easy Rider, but because of Nathanael West and Charlie Manson and earthquakes and Scott Fitzgerald and St. Mawr and Taco Bell and the beach. After all, if the country isn't there, where is it?

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There must have been two dozen of them, listening to the TV, waiting to hear the lottery numbers. Those who got the low numbers left right away; the rest stayed around to celebrate. What would this do to the antiwar movement, anyway?

The three couples decided to try a new bar, the Ulysses. It was reportedly a place for freaks. What they found were a bunch of 16-year-old kids in motorcycle jackets. Before the Harvard student' very eyes, the ruffians smashed a table to splinters. They had fist fights. They even threw a chair that landed on the students' table. No one, however, missed a beat in the conversation.

He had taken too much mescaline too soon and, as he watched Mick Jagger prance around the stage at Boston Garden, he thought he was either seeing God or on the verge of a nervous breakdown. There was a moment at the brink of the abyss, but then he decided in favor of God and pulled himself together. Like nearly everyone else.

Mr. Kurt Vonnegut, guest lecturer in English in the fall term of 1970-71, once said that Spoon River Anthology is the most important book in American literature. Here is Edgar Lee Masters' vision of what the ghost of "Dippold the Optician" had to say:

"What do you see now?

Globes of red, yellow, purple.

Just a moment! And now?

My father and mother and sisters.

Yes! And now?

Knights at arms, beautiful women, kind faces .

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