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THE QUILL 15
three men I finally succeeded in reaching
the saddle. There I sat, my feet glued to the
horse's stomach, looking longingly at my
friends on terra firma, who looked like the
Lilliputians in "Gulliver's Travels." I felt
as Humpty-Dumpty must have felt on the
Now for a pleasant hour in the ring.
Following about five others, my horse be-
gan to walk. We were coming along fine,
when that dreaded command of "trot"
rang in my ears. An instructor told me to
kick the horse in the ribs as I observed the
others doing. So I did, and the horse
started up. The stirrups slipped away from
my feet, and I was practically lying on the
horse's back, which felt as if it were going
to sink right down when it would suddenly
spring up. That terrible feeling went on
until that lifesaving command of "walk"
and "halt" was given by the instructor. I
more or less fell off the horse and limped
back to my cabin where I belonged. A
horse was certainly no place for me.
-Natalie Goodspeed, '40
TODAY'S THE DAY
Today is the day to begin. Stop wander-
ing aimlessly through the days waiting for
tomorrow to come. If you have an ambi-
tion to fulfill, begin by working gradually
and get some success behind you. For ex-
ample, take any famous person. Those
who could be sincerely considered as worth
while all had to begin at the beginning-
"even as you and I." They had to climb
the ladder of success, step by step. Some
may have tottered halfway up, neverthe-
less, they reached the top. In comparison,
name a few who gained success, overnight,
as it were. Tomorrow, they find themselves
where they started because they had built
no stable foundation to their mansion that
towered into the sky. Then there is another
class. These remind me of a small child,
who, when just learning how to read, will
repeat the first few, dirty, thumbed pages
over and over, proud of the fact he has mas-
tered these few words and lacking the desire
to proceed into farther realms because he is
unacquainted with them.
I fully realize that I'm not capable of ex-
pressing it as would a more experienced per-
son. Irving said, when all the contempo-
rary authors made contributions in honor
of Shakespeare, that he wanted to add his
share. Likewise, I have made a poor at-
tempt, but for a different reason. One
thing, at least, everyone can comprehend
from my "witches' cauldron" of words,
and that is: start today -tomorrow will be
-Ellen Pomerleau, '40
THE STORY OF A CCDMMON PIN
First, I shall tell you a little of my history.
My early ancestors came from England to
America. My great-great grandfather was
born in America in 1812. Not many of us
were brought into the world until 1836,
when the Howe Company was organized.
Many superstitions prevail about us, the
origin of which is unknown. "See a pin
and pick it upg all the day you'll have good
luck." "I-Ie that would steal a pin would
steal a greater thing." "See a pin and let it
lie, then in want you'll come to die." You
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I4 THE QUILL
jOHNNY'S FIRST DAY IN SCHOOL
It all happened when I was five,
I can remember it just as plain.
It was the day I began to think
All teachers were insane.
Oh, I got there so early,
jus' so's not to be late,
But the old bell was ringing
jus' as I reached the gate.
The teacher stood scowling on the steps,
And said, "No talking in the line."
My opinion was that she thought
That she was pretty fine.
I stood there talking jus' the same
To a bright red-headed boy.
No teacher's telling me what to do,
If she does look like Myrna Loy.
At last we got inside the place
And I began to look around,
But I soon found out you had to take
A seat and not make a sound.
The teacher took a pencil and pad
And went all around the room,
Asking, "What's your name? Where do you
Funny she asked us that so soon.
Pretty soon it was recess time,
And we all went out to play.
I was just aching for a iight,
So quiet I'd had to stay.
I marched around the school yard
A-shoving here and there.
If I saw anyone I 'didn't like,
I'd stop to pull his hair.
One fellah thought he was smart,
And grabbed me around the leg.
I turned and grabbed him back, and said,
"That will knock you down a peg."
The teacher came along just then
As mad as she could be,
But, of course, as I was a big shot,
That didn't bother me.
She took me to the principal
And she told him I was bad.
I said, "I don't care if you whip me,
But please don't tell my dad."
The teacher took me back downstairs
And set me in my seat.
She said, "If you don't behave yourself,
You're going to miss a treat."
She then told us to fold our hands,
And also shut our eyes,
And after opening them we found
Each one had a s'prise.
Some had cars, some had trains,
Mine was a little red ball.
I decided right then and there
Teachers aren't so bad after all.
-Ellen Leighton, '40
MY FIRST EXPERIENCE
It was about four years ago at a riding
camp in the Green Mountains of Vermont
that I underwent the horrible experience of
a first horseback ride. With the help of
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16 THE QUILL I
see, after all, there is something of interest
to be said about even so small, yet useful,
objects as we are. Well, so much for my
I was born in the Brooklyn Pin Factory.
I can't remember a great deal about my
early life, but I do rememberithat I didn't
have much individuality because there were
so many more like me. I was pushed into
a piece of folded paper with many of my
brothers and sisters and sent to a dime store.
When we arrived, we were placed on a
counter and there we stayed for about two
All around us customers were purchasing
many of us. We were bought by a kind-
looking lady. When we arrived at our des-
tination, we were taken out of the shopping
bag and put away in a c'rawer. I was about
the tenth one of us to be used. A boy
about twelve years of age took me and put
me in the front of his shirt where a button
was missing. I guess he was in too much of
a hurry to have his mother sew one on be-
cause he hurriedly put on a thick sweater
and grabbed some shoes that had silver
blades on them. After that I don't remem-
ber exactly what happened until I heard the
boy talking gruffly to himself. In a few
minutes I was taken from the shirt, bent,
and put into a shoestring which I found the
boy had broken. For a while my pride was
crushed, but I soon got used to it.
When we got back to the house, I was
straightened out again. Having been
cramped up for so long I nearly broke in
two. The next day, which I found to be
Monday, I was taken to a building that is
called a school. As the boy I was carried
by was in a mischievous mood, he used me
in school much to the annoyance of the
girl in front of him and also of the teacher.
At last, as the teacher approached the boy,
I was dropped to the floor and given a kick.
I landed in a crack of the floor, and here I
have remained for a long time. Many a
janitor's broom has swept over my head,
nearly taking me with it, but I suppose I
shall stay here until I rust into oblivion.
-Margaret I-Iayford, '40
RIDING A HORSE THAT HAS
NEVER BEEN RIDDEN
Have you ever ridden a horse that has
never been ridden before? Well, if you
haven't, your education has been sadly
neglected. I was walking in my grand-
mother's pasture one day when I saw an old
white horse in the next field. My freak
ideas usually come upon me very quickly,
and I discovered myself climbing the fence
with a strong desire to ride that horse.
Knowing to whom he belonged, I knew he
had never been ridden, and I thought it
was high time he should have the experi-
ence. The old horse wasn't cross and I
wasn't afraid, but, thank goodness, nobody
was around. You should have seen the
expression on the poor horse's face when I
tangled my hand in his mane and proceeded
to climb on. Being a work horse, he was
very high, and I was very short. With a
great leap I was on, only to fall off the other
side. Well, one side was as good as another
to me, perhaps not for the horse, but any-
how it worked. One hand in the tail and
another in the mane was the combination
I was sure. A pull and I was up, only to
fall off over the tail. The fence! Why
hadn't I thought of that before. However,
the fence was barbed-wire and I was bare-
footed, so that didn't work. If I could only
get that horse under the limb and make
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