Spring is the blotted moon Suspended like a pearl Against the evening sky...

COLD rain rattled against the plate glass front of the little cafe on the corner across from the Midwestern University campus. A gust of wind made the window vibrate as it moaned past...

THE TURTLE crawled out of the Solo River and up the slippery bank. The middle Pleistocene sun beat down on his shell and warmed his viscera. His eyelids were about to close when he noticed an animal drop from a tree and lumber towards him...

THE Rev. Josiah Skinner knelt on his red Turkey rug and peered stealthily out of his parlor window. He started suddenly, and his voice boomed out in anguish, rattling the ornaments on the corner whatnot...

Spring quarter, 1949, brought another Veishea to the Iowa State Campus. "Veishea Salutes Science" was the motto for the festive occasion...