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 COLLEGJAN ?ootligltt ?eoet . . . By BERNICE WULZ 'W'frOOTLlGl-IT Fever. It reminds me of Petticoat Fever , my first Q1 appearance on the Field House stage. Opening night? 1111 say! It was the opening. or rather the beginning. of some of the best times Ive ever had on our campus. Try it onceeyou'll See what I mean It's a mighty thrilling experience to be standing behind a door waiting for your cueemighty important, too. for all the time you know that there's more than just one person out there in the audience who wants to see you make good and who wants to be proud of you. At the same time. you wonder if you'll know all your lines. cues. business and all the routine stuff you've practised for weeks. i'Thrilling doesn't come near describ- ing iteitls an emotion that has to he felt. After it's all over though. it doesn't seem so much. I was so embarrassed when my first performance was over that I didn't want to see anyone. You seeethey laughed at the wrong times, at times when the author himselE hadn't counted on any comedy. Yes. opening night brings back lots of memories. but oh, what d0esn't happen at rehearsals! There's a certain young actor in our midst who goes through plain agony whenever a love scene commands his attention. He's had several leading ladies but still he blushes. Before rehearsals he practises on one of the posts down in the rec roomibelieve it or not. he can do wonders ewith the post! Then I remember one of the nights we had rehearsal for Death Takes A Holiday'eit was one of the first rehearsals over in the Field House and we were all really in the mood of the play. Having just fin- ished the first and second acts. and come to where Gracie screams and then Death makes his appearance - we were still living in terms of the play, almost. Well. we started for homeethree of the girls going on down the stairs before the fellows came. all feeling a bit creepy and what not from the night's rehearsal. It was awfully dark and just as we enw tered the hall leading outside from the side entrance, we saw a man stand- ing by the door of the gym! Screams? Well. I should sayll We cere tainly did feel as though we were living in terms of the play. Here all it was. was Art Johnson waiting for us to go home so that he could lock up That's realism for you. This could go on indelinitely. but never fear-we'll stop. Footlight Fever brings back a lot of happy thoughts. There are 50 many things to do around school that you just have to make a choice-and then stick to it. One of the saddest things is to face the fact that you are putting on your last show and beside you stands a newcomer making his First appearance. The Fever gets you just like the love-bug and you can't do anything about it. Don't ignore iteaccept it. Yotfll never regret it.