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IZ THE QUILL
females, and females have better table
manners than males.
-Lawrence Caney, '38
CAN YOU IMAGINE?
The dictionary says, "To imagine is to
form a mental picture of." I really hate to
think of all the time I've wasted dreaming
of that trip or of that good-looking college
boy, or of that old-fashioned house at
Christmas. So many times I've conceived
myself in that grey three-piece suit or in
that navy-blue box-shouldered cape with
that red plaid skirt. Sometimes I pinch my-
self and awake with a start to realize I'm
not that celebrated author, but only Louise
Quinn of Gardiner, Maine, supposedly
studying in a school-room.
But how I pity those who cannot imagine
themselves far away doing adventurous
things, meeting exciting people. For what
fun when I let my mind wander or become
one of those Hollywood celebrities buying
589.50 dresses, hobnobbing with stars,
chatting with Nelson Eddy and Michael
Whalen or, especially in the fall and spring,
traveling to the far corners of the earth.
Yet though I may imagine it now, it can
come true if one tries enough, for it is not
only luck that makes people what they are,
but also ambition, and I earnestly desire to
live up to my motto by Arthur Bagley, who
said in an assembly last year: "There's the
novel to be written, the song to be sung, the
picture to be painted. You'll do it!"
-Louise Quinn, '38
When I was too young to know better, I
learned to read, and sometimes I think the
whole thing was a mistake. Of course, if I
could just read something and forget it, it
probably wouldn't bother me at all, I'd
never know the difference. But I don't
seem to do that. I get to worrying.
A good book acts as a powerful drug on
some people. I read somewhere about a
man ugulping down the strong headlines
of the morning paper like so much
black coffee," and although I "gulp" and
am "drugged" for the time being, reading
seems only to stimulate worry in me.
I worry for the characters while I'm read-
ing a story. When I've finished, I worry
about what happened to them after we fthe
author and D left them. I worry about
books I have read, about books I haven't
read. I worry about the books I ought to
read and those I ought not.
Worry-I have written that word eight
times now. What is worry? Imagination
provokes a little gray, misty figure, with
bright beady eyes on the look-out for some-
thing to disturb, scuttling through the cor-
ridors of my mind, trundling around cor-
ners, bumping unexpectedly into things and
upsetting the little orderly piles of my
thoughts. Rather absurd, isn't it? But this
is only my own private worry. Perhaps
someone else's is just as silly.
But no matter what differences our indi-
vidual "worries" may possess they all have
one thing in common: they dominate us.
Try as we will to shut them up in some dark
corner, they're always popping out and
romping about, sometimes only for a short
time, sometimes for days at a stretch. And
it isn't only reading that excites them-
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THE QUILL 13
they need but the slightest excuse, anything
Why do we let this imp get the best of us?
Already, going around a corner Cin my
mindj I bump into "Worry" who asks in
an exasperating voice Ctry as I may to
"shush" himjz "Is this theme as good as
you thought when you started to write it?
Is the subject 'chosen appropriate for a
theme? Is it better than your last?"
I'm defiantly writing my last lines just to
show him, but I know that little haunting
whisper I'll be hearing until I get my paper
back. I haven't yet conquered him.
-Ann Pomerleau, '38
IT PAYS TO ADVERTISE
white road stretched ahead
through the brown fields like a strip of sur-
geon's tape across Nature's surprised face.
highway sped one lone car.
john Davis, its driver, was not reckless, but
he could not be blamed for speeding a little,
for he had the road to himself.
It was a cool, sunny day in October. The
distant forests were turning all shades, as if
many colors had been stirred into a blend-
ing, harmonious whole. Everything fore-
told a peaceful, uneventful drive.
The last rays of the sun were still tinting
the leaves when a large, red-lettered sign
loomed up ahead of the speeding car. Davis
saw that the red letters spelled SToP just
in time to bring the car to a screeching halt
beside the sign. He jumped from the car,
looked about for some obstruction, then he
looked at the sign. It read, "SToP falling
hair with Dr. Simonson's I-lair Tonic." After
glancing about to see if anyone had observed
him making a fool of himself, he got back
into the car and drove off, with only loath-
ing for Dr. Simonson and his hair tonic.
Two hours later, however, he had for-
gotten all about that sign. Suddenly the
white cones of his headlights showed the
word HWARNING.,, Again Davis brought the
car to an abrupt stop. A few seconds after-
ward, he drove away with a clashing of
gears, feeling exasperated with sign-boards
in general. That one.had read, UWARNINGI
Winter is coming. Fill up with Non-Freeze and
be safe." He surely wouldn't be taken in like
That is why an hour later he didn't stop
when he saw a sign reading, "Danger!" He
thought, "Hmph! Danger from falling hair
or frozen radiators?" and kept speeding
along. Then there was a great splash.
If john Davis had stopped to read that
sign, he would have read, UDANGER! Bridge
Out! Use Detourf'
-Perley Leighton, '39
A SHORT STCRY
I walked up the rickety stairs, my heart
in my mouth, and knocked at the door. No-
body answered, so I walked in. Nobody
was there, and I sat down. Then a mysteri-
ous knocking started. I thought somebody
was at the door, but I noticed that it was
just my knees banging together. I heard a
funny ticking, and after a while I realized
that it was only my brain starting to work.
just then somebody stuck a gun in the door
and shot at my heart, but since my heart
was in my mouth, the bullet did little dam-
age. He shot again, but because I was so
frightened, I jumped right out of my skin,
and so the second bullet didn't hurt. He
then stepped in the door and said, "I'm
going to skin you alive." But since I had
already jumped out of my skin, I just
handed it to him and told him not to go to
all the bother. At this time I recognized
him. Don't ask what happened next
because I dropped dead.
-Arthur Lasselle, '39
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