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Page 9 text:
Mine Chilclrenl Mine Children!
By INIAXINE CONKVVRIGIIT
Mine Uhildren. Mine IllIlllll'8I1, dey botter mine life.
VVhy don 't dey keep quiet like Gretchen, mine wife 3
Ven I am sot down for a 11ice quiet smoke,
Dey crawl me all over and think it a choke.
Dey break down the closeline and climb up the tree.
And ven dey get hurt-dey come squalling to me.
Dey hang by dere toenails and stand on dere head,
And knock one another off top of the shed.
Dey chop down my fruit trees and dull up mine ax-
And lose all my tools and dey vaste all mine tacks.
Dey fight and dey spat for a pan for to lick,
And den I gets mad and I gets a big stick.
I varm up dere pants. and den Oh! how dey dance!
I sot dem down hard each one on a chair,
And den dey yust say Ha! Ha! We don 't care.
And ven dere comes company, I get disgust,
Dey eat and dey eat till I tank dey would bust.
Dey lose all dere money and ask me for more,
Till sometimes I tank I will shurely go poor.
Dey tear up mine Ford and have a good latf-
IVhen seeing me coming, dey run down the path.
Ven we tank it over, it does not seem right
To make dem be shut up yust quite so ver' tight.
I shust vant to lick dem, but den dey get vorse,
And ven I get mad, I tank I vill curse.
But maybe dey may grow better as years roll on by
Ooh! if dey don 't-I tank I vill die!
Out of the gray of God 's own skies, VVe hear the bells ring loud and clear
The silvery moon beams played. 'Tis ringing for Christmas tide,
And the shimmering snow The loud winds are calling,
Shone with wondrous glow, The white snow is falling
Now brightly, now to fade. Throughout this world so wide.
We hear the patter of little feet,
As they come to bring us cheer.
As the rustic bells ring,
All the gay children sing
Merry Christmas, Happy New Year!
Page 8 text:
6 THE QUILI.
to keep laughing and joking all the time.
For the twenty-six years of his life he
had been quiet, and it was a change.
Then his thoughts turned to the trip.
His au11t, being rich, would probably
have several important doctors at her
bedside, and he might get to talk with
them, discuss late events in the medical
and scientific world, and swap experi-
In a week his aunt had passed away,
and Jim found himself to be the rather
bewildered possessor of thirty-seven
thousand dollars. Enough to marry, buy
a home, and start a new practice in a
tow11 larger than Harding.
In three weeks he was able to leave
for his home town. Be good to see the
gang once more, ,and Edythe. He'd go
out to her house soon after he arrived.
But maybe it would be better to wire
her that he was coming.
As the train neared Harding, Jim was
becoming excited. And when he saw the
little brick depot, and the faded black
and white sign of Hardingl' swinging
over a group of friends, a lump arose
in his throat.
The first person he looked for as he
descended the few steps of the train
was Edythe, and after ploughing
through several dozen of the citizens,
bent on congratulating him on his good
fortune, he finally did see her. There
she was, standing cool and slim in a
fluttery green dress, and a tall serious
youth stood beside her. Until now, Jim
had never paid much attention to him,
but now he realized painfully that the
boy, tall and straight with brown eyes
and wavy hair, was a very distinct
Hello, Edythe. How are you? Say,
you're looking fine, he greeted her
Why, hello, Jim. I'm glad to see
you. You surely remember David Lewis,
don 't you? He 's an artist, spending his
summer here, painting some of our
scenery. We're engaged, she finished
Somehow, he managed to stammer co11-
gratulations and escape from the cruel
scrutiny of the crowd. So that was why
she hadn't answered his last letters,
though he 'd only written a few in all.
The next day, loitering on the hotel
veranda, again the looker-on, the watch-
er, the thinker, tl1e silent man of every
gathering, he ventured to ask of one of
his few close friends:
Jake, do you know why Edythe-
well, you know what I mean. When I
went away it was practically settled.
Waal, I heard that she said you was
too much of a talker. She allus claimed
she'd pick a quiet feller to spend her
life with,. probably so she could boss him,
and we shore thought she 'd done it when
she got you, but she says you was too
all-fired noisy. Course, none of us be-
lieved that, knowing you 's allus too quiet
an' thoughtful, and full o' poetry.
Waal, only God understands wimmin,
and I reckon they puzzle Him sometimes.
So I dunno the real reason. Reckon
you 'll be a leaving this burg S0011, with
all that money? he questioned wist-
Yes, Jake. I guess I will. I've got
to see some of those things that I've al-
ways dreamed of, but I'll come back,
he finished softly.
BY EDNA FERBER
Could you find beauty in red cabbages
on an Illinois farm? Selma Peake did in
spite of her drab life of hard labor. She
toiled so that her son, Derk, might have
the beauty in life that she had missed,
but he could find nothing interesting in
life but making money.
VELMA GARMON '32.
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8 THE QUILL
The Perfidy of Woman
OMEN a1'e vamps and men are
fools. It has always been so,
Ellld it will undoubtedly rema.in
so until the crack of doom. I am not try-
ing to introduce a reform or change the
characters of men and women. I am
merely presenting the facts as they have
been forced upon me by experience-
limited experience, to be sure-but none
the less enlightening.
There may be exceptions to this rule,
as there are to most rules. Some women
are not vamps, a few of them are sincere
and honest. Likewise, a very, very small
number of men may be immune to the
artifices of women. Some 111611 play the
part of vamps, and women the part of
fools. There are some married women of
my acquaintance who are absolutely
honest, faithful and true, cheering, in-
dustrious, friendly and companionable
to their husbands.
There are just enough of these ideal
women in the world to delude the aver-
age man into thinking that he may be
lucky enough to marry one of them.
They raise false hopes in our lives which
are never wiped out until the honey-
moon is over. We will not face the real
facts until they are forced upon us by
fate. IVe do not take heed from the mis-
takes of our brothers. Blindly, we wan-
der on, secure in the belief that unhap-
piness in matrimonial affairs can never
befall us, until we can no longer deny
that such a tragedy has happened.
The girls with whom I have had the
pleasure UID of acquaintance, seem to
delight in few things so much as getting
a young man to spend all the money pos-
sible on them Knot that I ever had much
to spendj and then leaving him with
nothing but some very confused ideas
concerning women in general, with which
to console himself. The height of a
young lady 's ambition seems to consist
of being able to boast of having broken
an important date with some popular
boy friend, after it was too late for him
to get another, preferably by the simple
process of not being at home when he
called. Girls make capital of the roman-
tic ideas which come so naturally to
young men, they use these tender pas-
sions for the purpose of embarrassing
and confusing their admirers.
Girls such as Maggie of The Mill on
the Floss, and Phoebe of The House
of the Seven Gables, I have never found
to exist in reality. Instead of being
romantic and lovable, young Women are
scornful and traitorous. They have no
respect for the more serious moods in
their gentleman companions. They are
willing to betray the confidence of their
worshipers merely for the pleasure of
seeing the pain it causes these unhappy
It would seem that in the face of all
that We know of Women, We would leave
them alone. But We do notg somehow
we cannot. The greatest of male writers
on the subject of falsity in Women have
at last succumbed to the artifices of the
fairer sex. Nor will I prove wiser than
my fellows. In spite of all I have ever
known or said about girls, I am attracted
irresistibly to them, there is a fascina-
tion in new feminine faces that I cannot
overcome-do not want to overcome. i
shall go on through life hoping to marry
one of these very ra.rc ideal girls. Per
haps I shall. More likely I will not. Bu
nevertheless, I am still susceptible to th
charms of my frailer companions. I
can 't help it. I don 't even Want to helj
it, because men are fools, and-I am
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