spread and important. But his mark is also upon the very vocabulary which we use daily, and many common expressions which have now attained the dignity of unidentified quotations have had their origin in his plays” (9), such as: “the primrose path’—Hamlet “more matter and less art’—Hamlet “neither a borrower nor a lender’—Hamlet “the unvarnished truth’—Othello “not wisely, but too well’—Othello “an itching palm’”—Julius Caesar “a dish fit for the gods’—Julius Caesar “lean and hungry look’—Julius Caesar “masters of their fates’—Julius Caesar “heart of gold’—Henry IV “too much of a good thing’—As You Like It “elbow room’’—King John “to die by inches”—Corialanus “as luck would have it’—The Merry Wives of Windsor “something in the wind’—-The Comedy of Errors “out of the question’—Love’s Labor Lost So “All’s keep Well in mind That as you Ends go through life quoting 1. Antony and Cleopatra 8. I Henry 2. Julius Caesar 7. Two Love’s Gentlemen Labor Ravmond Ross THE BURNING SUN The burning sun melts over grey Mountains. A north breeze hustles Its brood of white clouds across The sky, shivers spired pines, Teases the crystal rippled stream. I walk on plush grass and feel it prick My bare feet. I drink from The stream and try to forget the Burn deep in. my breast, the | | Searing pain buried in my throat. . — 28 JEANNE ALLRED soaring biackire seagulls, wings in an P S flapping effort to peach JEANETTE LUND THE Shakespeare, CHILD IV Lost as — Homes A. Watt, Karl J. and of Verona serve IN! owhene: 9, Outlines of Shakespeare’s Plays, 4. & 5. Othello 6. The me White Well.” —COLLEEN Cloudless Skies 25:192 LOSERS The eleven o’clock sun burned through a tear in the faded muslin curtains and fell across Jerry’s eyelids. The heat woke him, and he moved his rounded shoulders slightly. His muscles pulled with drunken stiffness. Blinking, he squinted his eyes into half focus. He felt a dull ache behind his eyeballs. Jerry drew his sandy eyebrows together and blinked again, trying to stop the plaster ceiling from swaying. As the outline of a broken patch slid into focus, he raised himscli on the lumpy mattress, bracing on one elbow. The cot creaked beneath him. Jerry scanned the room vaguely, wanting someone else there. He remembered his brother. They had always shared the tenement rocm. He tried to think where his brother was now, but three years separated their last communication. Jerry could remember no other relative except his brother, who had left him to join the service. He tried to picture his face, but only a blurred image floated across his mind. Still, he hated to wake up alone. Jerry pushed one leg from under the sweat-yellowed sheet, then tugged the other out and stood up. Reaching for his levis on a chair near the bed, he kicked over a half-full glass of Scotch. He took an involuntary step backward. Dropping the levis on the bed, he felt the rolled edge of the mattress brace his calves. He leaned forward, rubbing his hand over his face which was too sallow for twenty-two. The calloused palm scratched his eyelid. The tipped glass rolled past the bottle and knocked against blue tin alarm clock. The hands showed five minutes after eleven Jerry became aware of its ticking. For a moment he stared blankly the numbers but then realized he had failed to release the alarm night before, and it hadn’t gone off. the as at the He had overslept two hours. Just fifty-five minutes to get to work at the packing plant, and he had a thirty-minute bus ride. As he realized he would have to hurry, his head began to clear. Ignoring the pool of Scotch on the peeling linoleum, Jerry walked 29