Bradley University - Anaga Yearbook (Peoria, IL)

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Wm -l-llc!! DG HCS T was the night of the biggest dance of the season, and all my finery was ready to don. I wanted to appear especially attractive that night, for O! Girls, that perfectly wonderful fellow to whom I had really lost my heart was to take me. All morning I had been deluged in creams, and cosmetics, and all afternoon I lay abed, that my features might be brighter. And now it was eight-thirty o'clock. I I had attempted the almost impossible task of making those kid curler curls look like real naturally curly ones. The result was, a few cork-screws over my ears. The shoulder straps of my gown would not stay in place, and the tulle bow at my waist, sagged down most unbecomingly. Why wouldn't everything look as I wanted it? But I hadn't long to consider why, for the doorbell rang. Oh! Mother, where's my powder puff? Is my scarf ready? Oh! answer the door! Are the papers littered about the living room? Be real nice to him, Mother. O Mother, hurry. I pinned one unruly curl down and searched for that handkerchief which matched my dress, where could it be? I found it at last under all the others. In trying to give it the faintest odor of fragrant flowers, I drenched it with perfume until it smelled like a perfumery factory. But I stuffed it in my bag, hastened to pin on my scarf, threw my cloak around me and hurried to the living room. As I did so I ran squarely into the door, such a horrid red mark did my mirrow reflect,-it altogether spoiled the contour of my nose. But I daubed a bit of white stuff on it, assumed my most pleasing air, and stepped gracefully out to greet him. But, Oh, unhappy fate, the rug slipped, and I found myself at his feet. Could anything be worse? Of course it was blamed on the slippery Hoor, but I knew in my sinking heart, it was my awkwardness. Well girls, we set out, and arrived at the ball room, without any more trouble fexcept that of my heartj. The dance began, and I tripped along merrily, I was happy and all seemed well. I say it seemed well, but it wasn't, oh, no. As we sat out a dance in great comfy chairs and dreamed to the time of the distant music, I chanced to glance at a long mirror in front of us. What was the matter? VVhere had all those come from? And where oh, where had answer that question, but nevertheless were straight straggly locks. All in my slink to the dressing room to tuck those had been duck tails', standing out, up and down, my pretty curls gone? I never could they had disappeared and in their stead power to do, was to excuse myself, and cletestable strings of hair under the little puff around which they centered. My coiffure was entirely spoiled, resembling that of an Irish washer- woman's type. But Irish washer-woman or not, I had to return and feel the scrutinizing gaze of my immaculate escort. I drew together all my courage and approached him with a smiling counte- nance. Shall we dance this ? he asked most pleasantly. So dance we did, amid 28

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WRYQMH COURSE II. lSetting-A forestg from the branches of the trees hang strange fruits, candy canes, candy kisses, while gingerbread dogs and cats sit among the branches. In the back- ground is the hut of Just-As-Good. Caloric, Dr. Nutrition and Court Di-Jester come in much fatigued.J Caloric-Let's tarry here and partake of some refreshments, good fellows. Fool-CI-Iunting in vain for the can of soup, replies faintlvl : M' Lord, the can-I have it not. Caloric-tTurning to Dr. Nutritionj: What says the fellow, he has it not? Shall we then not try these delicacies, on yon tree? CTakes a piece of gingerbread.D Fool-Aye, M' Lord, pray let me fetch refreshment from the Forest of Sweets. Whose can be these trees? They do look enchanting. Surely here I can find food. Wilt thou let me go to enquire? 1'll be there and return before thine appetite has grown an inch. Dr. Nutrition-Not so fast, 1ny boy. I do remember good King Diet warned us of the monster Hyperglysema, who dwells in his forest, and nigh him lurks the even tiercer dragon, Alimentary Glycosuria. I beseech thee, Prince, let not thy servant, unprotected, penetrate beyond the outskirts of the Forest of Sweets. Caloric-Thou art a noble servant to advise me thus. tThrows aside gingerbreadj Here, Fool, take my shield and go ahead. Mayhap thou wilt come upon a hunter's lodge near by where we may tind refreshment. Give me thy staff tturning to Dr. NJ for I am faint for food. lThe Jester goes ahead and presently comes running back.J Fool-M' Lord, beyond these trees there is a hermit's hut, and above the door there is a name I neler have seen before. Caloric-What is the name? Fool-'Tis Just-As-Good M'Lord. fTurning to Dr. NJ Hast heard of it, good sir? Dr. N.-Nay but King Diet warned us of naught like. that. Lets' hnd the owner. Fool-CAs hermit comes out of his hut wearing an apron with long stringsjz There he is, M' Lord. - Hermit-Welcome, strangers. . Caloric-Greetingg we are travelers who have lost their way. Hermit-Ye look weary. Will ye rest while I bring food? Dr. N.--This is truly a strange place. Calorie--tTaking off his armour and laying his shield asidejz Fool, thou didst bring us to a hospitable threshhold. Yea, I pardon thee for thy carelessness. fThe Hermit returns with various canned goods, crackers and candy in bulk. The Jester becomes interested and Dr. N. examines them.1 Dr. N.-These are strangely like some I have seen before, yet not the same. Hermit-Nay, thou hast never seen these same before, I make them on this very spot. They are Just-As-Good. Eat heartily, friends. lThey all eat with relish, especially the Jester. Toward the end of the meal they become interested in the Hermit.J Dr. N.-Hast thou spent all thy life in these woods? IIermit-Nay, I have lived a hunted life. Many years ago I dwelt in a kingdom far away. It was when King Diet tirst began his reign. tCaloric listens with interest.J I used to make what you see here. Oh! it was a. hard life. There were many laws and cruel restrictions. Terrible rumors spread about the land of standard weights and measures, and wise men pondered over laws requiring labels on all goods which would exactly tell what had been used in the making of them-as if a man eouldn't put in what he pleased as long as it would sell. It was too much for me. I tied from the land of Purefood and have lived a life of seclusion ever since. I still cling to my old trade, however, and business is much better here where is it not so public. Dr. N.-Then this food did not come from the land of Purefood? Hermit-Nay, good sir, I make it myself. It is Just-As-Good. Jester-CTO the Hermit, eating the whilej: I like the recipes right well. Didst bring them from the Royal kitchen? Dr. N.-CSpeaking aside to Caloricb: Noble Prince, we are indeed in grave danger. This fellow is an outcast of thy father's realm, and' we have eaten at his table. Not even acids and bases can save us if we abide in this place. Contlnni-d on p. 199 27

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the blaze of a hundred shining lights. How the music called, and how we answered, we just Hew over the glassyiloor,-back and forth, and round and round. But there is always an end, and the end of this came far sooner than I had ever expected. Unch my foot, O, stop please, my slipper, my slipper, I gasped. I tried to tell him something was the matter, but the music sang out too loud. I didn't know whether to laugh or ery, as I sped along on one foot. ' At last he sensed something had occurred, and stopped. I sank into a chair and pointed to a black object being kicked hither and thither by the dancers. He smiled and started in its trail as I sat there burning with embarrassment. At last he returned with a rather battered slipper and knelt to put it on. As he did so I caught sight Of COh, Girls, never was fate more cruelj a run in my stocking. VVell .1 put on that slipper, and kept my hot face and eyes down until the last dance. Then I hurried home and poured forth my troubles to my cooling pillow. -NINA Kisrrn, 1918, IIVOHI HIC BI Lliiii Thou City, which might like a garment wear The beauty of the morning pure and free, This day, alas, I may not worship thee ' All bright and glowing in tl1e smokeless air. Not now enwrapt in shimmering garments fair, Nor brilliantly alight thou greetest meg Now draped in cloudy veils of mystery, Refusing to reveal thy secrets rare. But tho' this dawning finds thee dull, forlorn, Thy beauties hid in canopy of gray: Perchance the challenge of tomorrow morn Borne on swift wings of new and glorious day May wake thee, of thy glory still unshorn, Revealing charms which this brief loss repay. -CLARA S. Tmns. When she had juzmvd il seemed like lhe z'c'a.riug of c'.1'q1u'.riIw llI1l.Yit'.-DOROTIIY Ckowmgk. 29