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THE MU BEAUTIFUL BUT DUMB? By DOROTHY SHAVE, '30 Peggy Page paused in her diving and swimming as she spied her chum, Marjorie Seine, running out the long dock toward her, Peg, you can never guess who just moved into that vacant cottage near us! Marj. was breathless from excitement and running. UNO, don't try. I might as well tell you. She paused dramatically, 'Bud Burns! Bud Burns! Peggy weakly sank down on the dock. This was sufficient description for her. Bud Burns, the fullback on the football team and captain of the cage team, was one of the most popular boys at school, Peg had secretly admired him, but had never known him. And now he was living only a few houses away from her! Let's go back and dress, she said with a poor attempt at casualness. HI don't feel like swimming any more anyway. That evening, as the girls started out on their customary evening stroll, a voice behind them intervened. Pardon me, but as long as we're neighbors, we ought to be friends. My name is Bud Burns. Write that on your cuff! It doesn't take three young people long to get acquainted and soon they were chatting gaily. Do you swim? asked Bud turning to Peggy. Did she swim? Well rather! She had won no less than two trophies and three medals for this accomplishment. A half-formed idea shot through Peggy's head. No, I don't, she said, with a silencing glance at the gaping Marjorie, 'ibut I would love to learn. These women! So every afternoon after that Peg received a swimming lesson from Bud. She refused to tell even Marj. what her plan was. One afternoon when she was waiting on the beach for Bud, Peg heard that much dreaded cry of swimmers, Help! Far out she could see a small head bobbing up and down. A quick survey showed her that there was no one on the beach but herself, so she took the only course. Using her powerful Australian crawl, she soon reached the child and had but little dificulty towing him in. Imagine her surprise and dismay on reaching land to see Bud running to help her with her burden! She left the child with him and ran of What he must think of her now! A liar! A cheat! I-Iow she hated herself! That evening as she sat on the front steps still thinking of the episode, she was so engrossed that she didn't hear footsteps approaching. But she did feel somebody sit down beside her. Marjorie, of course. f'Marj, she began humbly, not looking up. I'm so ashamed of my- self. 'ANow, why should you be? questioned a well-known masculine voice. 'Saving a life is not something to be ashamed of, is it? Peggy's heart began playing' such pranks that she could not answer for a minute. Finally- I think I ought to explain it all to you, she said. And so from the beginning. she told her story. Yes, she could swim, but had always heard that boys liked dumb girls, so for once in her life she had tried to be dumb. A'And look how it ended! she finished tragically. Bud did not smile, but there was a ghost of a twinkle in his blue eyes as he took her hand and said, Peg, I'm glad that you are just what you are. For a while I thought that you were just like some of those empty-headed flap- pers, beautiful, but dumb. But I should have known, that you were different. Page Nineteen