Bluefield College - Rambler Yearbook (Bluefield, VA)

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Cavorting of a Short Story starts off with half a dozen paragraphs the advertising section, where it trickles Dozing over a short story recently, while it pages, ye old editor arrived at the follow- The average magazine story these days draped around an illustration, then jumps into along between canned milk and floor wax. cavorted deviously through the advertising ing combination: meadow, not far distant-from contented perched and sang-your druggist carries and stiff joints, the rays of the descending Half-way down the path they came to a shady nook-recommended by a generation of users. The path wound in and out through the cows. On a fence-rail near-by a bobwhite it. The summer day was ideal-for sprains sun bathed the landscape-fresh every hour. She was conscious of his manly form-built of white pine and reinforced at the corners. Her companion was, she thought to herself, a veritable prince-one of the fifty- seven varieties. As for him, he could not take his adoring eyes oft her-the world's most perfect talking machine. l-le felt an irresistible impulse to tell her how much he loved her-combining the purest ingredients. He longed to pour out his passion and- sweeten it with Domino. He stroked her hair-so different from ordinary macaroni, while she nestled close to his side ready to-refuse all substitutes. ' Dearest, he murmured at last-looking like new. Dearest, this is the moment I have longed for-because of its pleasing flavor. She did not answer at once. Her thoughts seemed far away-at the nearest grocery store. He took her hand in his, and held her close-allowing the skin to breathe. Will you be mine? he questioned in a tone-recommended by boards of health everywhere. You want me for your wife? she asked, her voice-low and comfortable. Yes, he nodded, swallowing hard beneath his collar which-hasn't scratched yet. Then before l accept, she went' on, don't you think you'd betteraask the man who owns one? lf you mean your father, the young man answered, l'm sure he'll give his consent. lust you name the day and l'll-keep the contents hot for twenty-four hours. He folded her in his arms, and his kisses were,-supplied direct from the factory. Sweetheart, say that you'll be mine, he repeated. 'iVery well, dear, she whispered. l'll-give it a free trial for thirty days. Whereupon he kissed her again and again-showing many different styles and pat-- terns. D 44

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