Bryn Mawr College - Bryn Mawr Yearbook (Bryn Mawr, PA)

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HCW THE MCUSE GCT ITS TAIL EPISODE ONE NOW listen and attend, Best Beloved, for this is the story of the mouse. In the high and far off times there was a Mouse, a Small, Scared, Dark Blue mouse of Highly Respectable Antecedents, who lived in a Highly Respectable Home with all the modern conveniences and every attention a mouse however exactin could want from a Highly Indulgent Set of Parents. But — listen and attend, Best Beloved, and don ' t forget that the mouse had a very long tail — she became a little weary of that Highly Respectable Home, or perhaps that Highly Respectable Home became a little weary of her, and she made up her mind to take to foreign parts, and herparents helped her to make it, for, for the most part they were people of strong opinion and convinced of the worth of foreign travel to broaden the mind. So the Small, Scared, Dark Blue Mouse packed her belongings in several trunks and took herself off to the most superior Jungle in those promiscuous parts. It didn ' t look like a jungle; it didn ' t feel like a jungle; it didn ' t smell like a jungle, but it was. There were traps in it that caught you. They didn ' t hurt you, oh, no, that wouldn ' t have been kind. They just took you by the left hind leg and slung you up, up, up into the bright blue sky and when you came down w ith a bump, lo and behold you were outside the jungle and a voice was saying in your ear, Ho, Mr. One, Two, Three. Now where ' s your education? But with a little discretion one could avoid the traps. A great many Cats lived in that Jungle, too, which of course made life very exciting and a bit nerve-wracking, because one had to see a lot of them because they were the official Mind-Broadeners. However, the Mouse — already armed with a pretty long tail — walked into the Jungle with only a Slight Trepidation. And she was quickly made at home by several Highly Superior Cats with Soothing Purrs, and a selection of Beneficent Kittens, pale blue with yellow bows around their necks. Life was very cheery for a time, though rather damp, but soon it stopped raining and then the Mouse wrung out her tail — the color had run a little, but it dried out in the sun. But, just as the Mouse was beginning to feel very much at home and went around waving her tail at the Selected Pale Blue Kittens and even sometimes at the Highly Superior Cats, she woke up one morning and discovered a Woozy looking at her. It was a dreadful jar to her nervous system and she looked around timidly for the Pale Blue Kittens and what should she see but a Bright Red Polyp baring its teeth at her. And then into her sight strolled those Selected Pale Blue Kittens, without their yellow ribbons, cheek by jowl with numerous Woozies, with their tails around each other ' s waists. She took one look and decided that the time had come for her to live her own life. Her first contact with Life-in-the-Raw was the First Polypian War. The Polyps put the Mouse in a state of siege and espionage that almost wore her to a thread paper, while they tried to win from her the secret that means success. But the brave little Mouse braced herself, wound that long tail of hers around the secret and kept it, so that when an Armistice was declared and the decision left to the World Court, made up of all the Denizens of the Jungle, the Polyps had to stand 113]