Carthage College - Driftwood / Crimson Rambler Yearbook (Kenosha, WI)

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l I THE COLLEG IAN 7heit Hit! em? Theft gtat . .I By BILL BERGER anI-IE had a mint julep voice Its Flowing, alert languor indicated 'tej plantation life. while the faultless diction Whispered Vassar in J every line. Altogether lovely was Diana in the dark. Driving from the shadows of the cypress. a beam of stray mOOnlight glinted on the brilliant fluff that was Diana's hair. As the super-charged Speedster ate up the miles and washed them down with gasoline. Diana snuggled deeply into the soft morocco cushions and breathed a few measures of Stardust . One felt electrically charged when near Diana, thought Ice as he glanced sidewise at the silken white curve of her throat. now but faintly visible in the glow of the radio dial. Nosing over a hillI the roadster brought them in sight of a cluster of colored lights, the lanterns on the country club lawn. To the right and far below. a stream of tiny fireflies crawled along the Dixie highway. while on the river floated a floodlit steamer. Joe turned off the switch. Their heads against the cushions, they watched a star blaze. Thats my star, whispered Ioe, I'm going to be important. You are. said Diana simply. He pushed in the clutch and the car rolled. The hiss of rubber on the pavement mounted. whistIed, and faded as the toad leveled. They were rolling up the drive, and Diana edged up on the Seat, vibrantly re- sponsive to the gayety under the marquee. Ioe offered his arm and they went into the cocktail lounge. 3: glitter- ing atray of modernistai Instantly they became an impersonal nucleus, and Joe's date was over, for Diana was the girl you always saw with someone else. I'm driving home tomorrow night. . . Love. . . Diana. I'll meet you on our hill at ten. . . Love. . . Joe. It was 10:15, thought Dianat Perhaps something delayed him. She started her engine and pulled back on the road. Joe looked at his dash clock and swore as a truck loomed in the inquisitive glare of his headlamps. Diana would be waiting. he reassured himself, and pushed hard. His toe touched the Hoot and he pulled around the transfer. Screaming brakes checked his speed from ninety to seventy as he met Diana-non their hill-under their star. Page 19

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THE COLLEGIAN that the surest way to a man's heart is through his stomach. If you ask me. they relish subtle marks of praise far more than supposedly tempting Edibles prepared by 'our own dear hands'. You SEE, when they gain the impression that we are admiring their accomplishments. their importance increases tremendously. One more bit of adviceedonlt ever be foolish enough to follow the previous line of talk. If you can't get your man by being natural and sin- cere. you shouldn't realize any success. If you have an Irish temper. don't hide it by coy agreement; similarly. when you have your Own opin- ions. air them frankly and you'll hnd much more to discusg with him. AE- ter all. if we girls disguise ourselves behind a glittering line of artificiality, the men will never get a chance to know us as we really areeuntil it's too late. And now we hear from our senior. 'lpeople's choice Krenz! tThis is really good, consideringel Of course. opinions may differ. but that is a woman's prerogative. What is of highest interest about the whole affair is the 'method'. Strange that this should be paramount? Not at allt Ah. if only Mark Anthony. Plato. or Edward of Windsor had exercised it. wouldn't things have been different? All because they failed or perhaps didn't fully realize or comprehend the worth of that certain something called 'Hnesse'. How we men have progressed-with so little encouragement in this present day, and all by cultivating a certain stratagem known as economy. Inst think-a short walk of nine or ten blocks and she thinks he's an outu door man; a dime dance and. well, her ears start buzzing; some place to sit while the moon is shining through evergreens and other ears start buzzing: a bottle of Coco Cola and the evening has been a sumess. Re- serve material plays its part. for exampleea double feature picture and a bag of popcorn-this makes him practically 'tops'. Finally the acme of all out artihces. and this we fellows consider as the ace, is the possibility of throwing a lake into the bag of Stratagem. By this time she's ready to meet the folks back home There you are, girls! Not a bad finesse. eh what? No words spoken. no promises exacted lnot even a frat pinl and graduation comes along to shatter your Eondest illusion. LAMBDA SIGMA KAPPA Page 18

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