Canandaigua Academy - Academian Yearbook (Canandaigua, NY)

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STUDENT PICTURES

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THE ACADEMIAN l Original Short Story Flowers for Madam In Dedication to Males-who boast that they understand the in- genious mechanism of the Feminine Mind. Johnny always gives me a corsage when he takes me to a dance. He's asked me to the Senior Prom tonight and I said I'd go. I suppose it all seems very simple to you, doesn't it? He asks me, I accept. He gives me a corsage, I wear it. We go. He has a good time, I have a good time. He brings me home, we say Good Night, so to bed. That isn't the case though. Up to the part where he sends me the cor- sage everything is O. K. It's the cor- sage that bothers me. You see, Johnny always gives me gar- denias and I don't like gardenias. No, I don't. Sure they're pretty, but they smell like a funeral. After dancing a whole evening with three or four pinned on my shoulder I get a sinking feeling in my stomach and I hear a roaring in my head. Honestly, the truth is, I fainted at my first Prom, right in front of a well- known Orchestra Leader when that awful sickish fragrance just over-pow- ered me. Of course I didn't mind the attention I got from the boys that night. Most of them seemed to be Boy Scouts at heart, you know Always Pre- pared even when a. girl faints on short notice. Nevertheless, it was embar- rassing and plenty hard to live down later. Now can you understand why Gardenias are distasteful to me? I- rather thought of dropping a Well disguised hint to let him know that I wanted violets instead. How do you think it would be if I told him I was making a study of violets and needed some specimens? He usually catches on quickly and maybe if he's in a d-oting mood he'll understand this hint . . . I think I'll try it anyway. Oh dear, I just thought of something dreadful. Since I've settled it, that he is to bring me violets, I can't wear my Blue Evening Dress, the purple violets just Wouldn't go with my Blue Dress. Well, I just won't have gardenias and since violets are my favorite flower, I'll just have to ask Dad for some money so I can buy a new dress-something to match the flowers. Let me see, what color shall it be? It has to be something that will bring out the bluish purple of the flowers. White? That won't be bad-but . . . I've got it . . . pink-that's the very thing. Can't you see me, a vision in a pale pink organdy with yards and yards of billowing skirt, and there on my shoulder a huge cluster of deep, dewy purple violets? Wouldn't it be just too perfect? Golly, that was easy. Dad didn't say a word, just gave me the money and said Be sure to buy something nice. Mother and I will go downtown after school and buy the dress. You should see it, it's a honey. Imag- ine, in the first store we entered, there it hung before us, a dreamg it was my size, too. It's almost time for Johnny to come and I'm terribly thrilled. Wait 'till he sees me. You know I never had a pink dress. It really does look nice on me, too. My dark hair makes the pink of the dress look pinker but wait till the violets come, they'll finish the picture. There's the door-bell-here's Johnny -and here's the corsage. Oh dear . . . I have a sinking feeling in my stomach and I hear a. roaring in my head. In fact, I think I'm going to faint . . . No. It isn't gardenias this time, it's Rfed Roses instead. 'Red Roses . . . Pink Dress . . . Oh-OH-OH-OH- CAny confidence I had in my ability to handle males just flew out of the window.D

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