"... Thus

Thus with nonchalance disarming.

A MEMORIAL TO BROTHER GRUNDY

Word recently came to ONE's offices of the passing of a man whose writings, although infrequently appearing, have been greatly admired during the past several years by the Magazine's readers "Brother Grundy."

His poem, "Lord Samuel and Lord Montagu" (October, 1954) was charged with containing obscene passages, so becoming one of the items concerned in the great victory won by ONE, Incorporated over Otto K. Oleson, Postmaster of Los Angeles, in the United States Supreme Court, January 13, 1958. Because of this, if for no other

reason, "Brother

Grundy" has acquired literary and legal immortality.

His poem, "I Thought I Saw" (July, 1955) is still considered by many to be one of the finest pieces of poetry the Magazine has ever published in its delightful simplicity. His letter discussing Jones' Life and Works of Sigmund Freud appeared

in One Institute Quarterly of Homophile Studies (Summer, 1958).

Members of the staff had the pleasure of once meeting him, during a brief visit to ONE's offices, and learned that he was "Brother Grundy" Ph.D., a professor of philosophy at a Canadian university. Since that visit an occasional letter or manuscript has reached the Editors. Then, one of our replies came back marked. "Deceased."

Fortunately, some writings of his were already in hand: a long and very serious essay, "Some Notes on Freedom," and the two poems now excerpted here. We can consider ourselves fortunate to have known "Brother Grundy" whether personally, or through his writings. Now he must be added to that endless roster, dating back to the dawn of recorded history, of gifted homophiles who, whether in merriment or with the utmost gravity, have added so greatly to the cultural heritage of the human race.

THE BALLAD OF B. A. BEACH

by Brother Grundy

Written at 5 a.m., Oct. 20th, 1949, in memory of summer at the Island spent with David and Charles.

I chanced to spy two Beaners*

As I lay on Bare-Ass Beach,

And I cried, "You are two dreamers!" And they nodded, each to each.

As they loiter in their clusters I had seen such boys before, With the rings and knuckledusters Which their elders so deplore.

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