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Are you the one who found the bill in your lettuce ? Yes. Was it a fifty ? NYCSK7 Thank heaven! I'm so glad. I've been hunting all over town for it. I must have lost it when I was buying this bag of fruit. Wait a minute, I'll get it for you. I got it. Then, with a touch of some- thing similar to envy, I requisitioned it, saying: You're luckier than I am. I lost my bag this morning, and it was just chuck full of valuables. Was it a brown leather one with the initials P.C.F. on it ? Oh, yes. How did you know? I found it while searching for my fifty. He proceeded to pull my beautiful purse out of his sack of fruit-of all places! I was so happy, I could have hugged him--both of them for that mat- ter. I restrained myself, though, and with an outward show of calm, accepted it from him. Good Saint Anthony, he didn't let me down after all. Suddenly a thought came to me. Involuntarily I snapped my fingers Cmy teachers have told me never to do itj and invited them immediately to dinner. They ac- cepted. My dinner party was to be a success! I told them to sit down in the living room and read the paper, while I went back to finish my dinner, blithely singing Happy Days Are Here Again. Gleepl 3 is ig 7011171 X Up ,A 0 rt ' 6 . lN'Iusic Qafter long hours of practicel, fun and hard work seem to be the main chords which constitute St. Ursula's orchestraq They are not shy of probing strangers but we had better sit in the darkness of the back row so we won't disturb our budding musicians. It always creates a fascinating mood of expectancy as the girls wander in and notes and snatches of melody mingle in the air. A rumble from the tympanies if Mary Ellen Nagle so much as touches them, the low whine of Betty Gerken's bass, the inevitable strain of strings from Caroline Kinsey's, Dolores Miller's and Jean I-Iatfield's violins, and Terrie Si- mon graciously lending her unending repertoire to the waving demands of her colleagues--all of these are familiar pic- tures at U. A. orchestra practice. Ruth I-Ieizelman's pride and joy is a new trombone and Suzie Straub and Marie Claire Pallinger are hoping, too -for new trombones, of course. Joan Della Flora patiently gives the music to Marian Harms and Mary The- resa Hatfield who with the same pre- cision drops it . . . every day. Irene Schirner can meander at will, until the baton falls--such is the life of one who chooses drums, they remain faithful, needing no tuning. Something new has been added- Marguerite Bayer and her sax. Miss Baker's face plainly shows something is missing, or do you play from memory, Gerry? Anita Hillebrand and Mary A. Gaffney and Pat Surtman seem to be on the verge of prayer that Dolores Gray will make it on time for a change-the complications of a bassoon have baffled greater minds. Even though we can hear them, we can see by clarinetists Frances Straub's and Lida Trost's dismayed expressions that the trumpets played by Peggy Surt- man and Mary Davies have begun to warm up. The swish of a rosary and Sister Car- mencita comes ing the work of making noise into music begins. 24 THE SCROLL
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lac arrive letra e . .. l:'.li1nr'5 Noir: This irifirlrvir ariually ,llIf'f7l'Ill'4l lo a fwoman in San Franrisfn. li multi happen to anyone. This is Ihr' fwfilf'r'x Tl'l'Jf0II. ONICSTLY, I think l'm the most unlucky girl alive. The worst thing happened to me this morn- ing. I don't know how I could have done it, but I did. You see, I had plan- ned a little dinner for tonight. Invited were the family, of course, the girl next door, and-two sailors of my acquaint- ance. I must admit I've done a lot of bragging about having them-but after all-they're really something to brag about. Well, anyway, I went out this morning to do a little shopping for my dinner. Naturally I had to take our ration books with me. I was also to go to the post office with the money my mother had saved and get a fifty dollar bond. Vvhat did I go and do but lose my pocket book! I was frantic when I got home and couldn't find it. I couldn't imagine where I had left it. I called all the places I could think of where I'd been, but no one had it. I prayed and prayed to Saint Anthony but seemingly to no avail. Oh dear, how could I ever face my mother? It was bad enough, losing the ration books-those could be replaced-but the money . . .! I've never been so worried in my life. I couldn't remain idle, I was so wrought up. Thinking maybe that work might calm me down, I went out to the kitchen and began preparing my dinner. just as I was beginning to unwrap the lettuce, the telephone rang. Hello- Hello, Pat? HYeS.,Y This is Red. I've got something tragic to tell you. I know it's awfully late to break it, but-well, we just found out ourselves. Oh, Red, what is it? Can't you come? You guessed it! Fancypants just changed our assignments, and jack and -Patricia Fox '43 I are on guard duty tonight. I'm so sorry. So am I-oh. well, another time. You're sure being swell about it. VVell, gotta run, Bye. Bye Heaving a deep sigh, I unconsciously quoted -Io's words from Little IVomen:'I Oh, dear, I guess troubles never do come singly. l was really de- jected. The bubble of my dinner party had completely burst. IVhat was I go- ing to do? And after all my bragging! I was so disappointed I was almost in tears. Languidly I strolled back to the kitchen to clean the lettuce. After all, the practical side of my mind said, you've got to put a dinner on, 'nolens wolens'. So I unwrapped the lettuce and started pulling the outside leaves off. Gleep! IVhat's this? I picked it up carefully and examined it on both sides. I'd never seen one before, but you can't fool me. I knew this was a real fifty- dollar bill! Imagine! Oh, happy day! Immediately I thought, Here's my so- lution. Now I won't have to tell lylother about losing her money. I can buy the bond with this. VVhy, I'll even have enough left over to buy a dress. Am I lucky! But-my conscience decided to put a word in here, insisting, That's not honest. Somebody lost that money and you should return it. But I don't know whose it is. Finders keepers, losers weepers. Anyway. it's mine now. No, it's not. Call the grocer. Well, a con- science is always hard to battle withg it gets the best of a girl every time. Ergo . . . I called the grocer. It made me feel very heroic. By 'n' by the doorbell rang. Why, who can that be at this time of day? I opened the door. Whew! There stood two of the handsomest sailors I had ever seen I Yes ? THE SCROLL 23
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lf Worried file KM . .. 'D LIKE to tell you all about a trip I took. A trip to a fabulous, almost unbelievable fairyland of our own day, where dwell kings, princesses, he- roes and villains galore. When you are ready, close your eyes and imagine you were with me on my little old T-I9 ftapestry specialj as I glided on my way. In the distance rose gleaming turrets, the first signs of the kingdom I visited. As I drew nearer, I saw rising into the blue, the gleaming towers of a lovely, golden palace. I cut the stick and glided in on the beam. A funny little palace guard ran to meet me. Well, what do you know! Would you believe it! He looked just like a nickel, and bless my soul, it was a little nickel guard. Soon other little five by fives came wobbling out and escorted me into the lovely pal- ace which I had seen from the air. I passed through halls lined with pictures of former kings of the realm. There on the right hung a lovely portrait of ex- King Silver Dollar, and on the left, one of the disgraced King Confederate Dol- lar, as a warning to all usurpers of the throne. VVhen we arrived at the throne room, I was obliged to wait until I was announced. After a few minutes I was ushered into the royal presence of old King Dollar, and did he look worried! Even the presence of his lovely daugh- ter, the Princess Penny, sitting right next to him on a tiny throne, didn't seem to dissipate his gloom. just about then I asked, Gee, whiz, what's wrong around here? The old monarch heaved a sigh and answered in a tired tone, Our king- dom is in a bad state of affairs. Those two arch-villains, Inflation and Defia- tion are back again, causing more damage. VVhat harm can they do? says I, feeling very stupid and probably look- ing it. Well, says Kingie, it's a long story -Betty Hoffman '44. but you see, it's like this. We, in this kingdom, have just enough food and work and housing for our own subjects, and we're all happy enough. Then Sir Inflation comes into our village, circu- lates extra food, clothing, builds homes and makes it seem to all the people that they have found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Then when they are all blinded by their seeming prosperity, wily Sir Deflation imports hundreds of brigands who overrun the village, loot our stores of food and our homes and murder our citizens. Our people are re- verted to poverty and it takes my ad- visors and me years to reestablish our former happy standards. As he con- cluded he sadly dropped his head. Well, we can't let them getaway with that, says I. It's a regular racket. Can't we do something about it P Just then a great shout was heard outside and cheers shook the windows of the palace like a great windstorm. Princess Penny, silent till now, liter- ally flew off her throne, shouting: Father, he's here. Prince Dime is home from college! Trumpets blared a noisy reception and the massive doors to the throne room swung open, admitting a tall, youthful lad with a princely air. lXIy son! cried King Dollar, it's so good to have you home. And it's good to be home, too, fa- ther, replied the boyg I have a friend with me who may be able to help us with our problems. Who is he, brother? chimed in Penny. VVhy, here he comes now. I'll intro- duce you. I strained my neck curiously and was finally rewarded with a glimpse of a righteous looking young fellow with strong features, striding towards the throne, bearing the coat collars of two men plus the men. A great gasp shook Continued on page 52. THE SCROLL 25
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