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and golden-tinted croakers. Such are
the night, time and place where my
floundering trip occurred. -
Of course when I go floundering,
I always wear clothes and shoes
'fwhich have seen better days", be-
cause I sometimes do not see those
empty flounder-beds, some of which
are pretty deep and mucky, and I
actually come up from them, wet to
my knees. Some people, I know, love
the idea of going floundering bare-
footed, but I do not recommend that
to beginners in the delightful sport,
since my friends, the flounder-beds,
sometimes contain tiny sand-crabs
and homeless fish. X
'To distingush the flounder from
the stingray beds, indeed requires
skill beyond just knowledge of flovun-
dering. Although I do have my spear
to defend myself, I never forget that
the stingray has two ends with which
to attack, while the only protective
power of the poor little flounder is
his ability to speed away from his
After "years" of walking, I finally
come upon something that resembles
the picture of a flounder that I have
once seen. Cautiously, groping my
way through the black night, I creep
up to the flounder, scarcely breath-
ing with fear that I might frighten
him away. It seems at this moment
of the game, I hear all theunocturnal
noises that might cause me to miss
my first flounder of the night. It is
not, of course, the "fish of the fish-
erman's story",.but just the idea of
seeing the ounder buried in the
sand runs a tingle of excitement up
and down my back. My thoughts race
back to the particulars a friend had
told me about catching a flounder:
"Feel your way to about one foot
from his tailg then with all your
strength, spear him, right between
the eyes." With every care and cau-
tion, I take the final step, the step
that means the difference betwen
life and death, lof the flounder, I
meanl and plunge my spear in the
After the ruffled sand calms down
and the water changes its color from
white foam to a velvety smooth
greenish-blue, I can clearly see the
resultof my night of preparation.
There covered by Mother Nature's
means of protection lies a flat fish
of grayish-black hue, with two pierc-
ing eyes in his back. After much
squirming and flipping, the flounder
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finds his new home to be .the bot-
tom of a porous sack which I have
With a grin of satisfaction of
a deed well done, I hurry to the
beach and, literally, run home to our
cottage. To a person in this state of
mind, everything seems to be just
beautiful and supremely perfect. It
seems to me this night, the lady of
the moon is smiling at me brighter
than ever, and the stars, endlessly
winking and twinkling, also know of
my great success. Our little white
cottage is set far back among mas-
sive, stately pines of deep green and
dignified brown. What a beautiful
picture that makes is something for
a professional artist to describe. But,
back to my flounder!
Now to catch the flounder does in-
deed take skill, but to know just the
right way tocook it takes not just
knowledge, but experience. This seems
like an anti-climax to a good, spine-
tingling mystery story!
The best place to cook such a deli-
cacy is on an open barbecue pit when
all the outdoor is clean and full of
refreshing odors, plus, of course, the
less desirable ones that always seem
to tone down the smell of the spicy
pines, the feel of the cool, salty gulf
breeze, and the looks of the rich jet-
black mud. With all the care of hand-
ling a new-born baby, lay the floun-
der on the shining- grate over the
.red-hot coals. Then daub it well with
a sauce of melted butter and season-
ings. One of the most delightful
things about eating this "king of all
fish," is that a flounder has only
back-bones. The rest of his priceless
meat is left free of the -piercing
"milk-white spears". After. it has
been turned to a golden brown hue,
garnish it with sprays of parsley,
lemon slices and olives, and you have
a dish fit for the gods.
Spring Is H ere! X
' Edna Leer, '45
What could be fresher than the rain,
Splushing on my window pane?
It has a message to convey,
To all the lovely flowers of May.
To little flowers growing about,
It 3-gems to whisper and to shoutf
"lVahe now, little flowers, have no fear,
Wake now, little flowers, Spring is here!"
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,Peggy Robert, '45 Q1
ON THIS particular Saturday morn- .3
ing I had started for Biaham's ,
Butcher Shop early. At nine olclock
I boarded the bus -that would carry V pig
me to that establishment. Sitting
there I noticed' all the various types E'
of people entering this mode of ji
transportation-people as different E
as the ingredients of fruitcake. The ' 1
stout old gentleman on my right l-
greatly resembled a dried prune, but 'EL
the woman beside him reminded me ,.
of the weakest stringbean in our
victory garden. I was unable to in- QQ.
spect the rest of the passengers be- 'ggi
cause we were ,nearing my corner. Aggfff
"Buzz, buzz, buzz went the buzzer"
and off I got, off the cozy, dry bus f
into damp, sultry streets filled with
war workers rushing to their re-
spec-tive plants, business men dash-
ing to 'their offices, school girls, j-F
"bee-lining it" to the lakefront and .
parks, and--ah, yes, housewives rush-
ing to Biaham's Butcher Shop. . -A
I noticed for the first' time since
my departure from the Public Serv-
ice's conveyance, the seemingly end-
less swarm of women, hurrying .to-
ward the door of one little shop
down the block. So I, knowing it
had to be done, followed the hurry-
ing, gossiping, chattering crowd of
women. "Well, -I never did like
Mabel's hat, but I couldn't tell her."
"John? Why he's been promotedg he's
a colonel." "Oh, I?se sorry to heah
'bout Amos' death Mirandy, but I
just got a letter fum da wah depart-
ment telling me dat -1- -- --"
"--- and I can get a nice beef sir-
loin with my remaining twenty
points." Yes, walking among Women,
one can hear many.bits of conversa-
But, see, I've arrived at Biaham's
safe, sound, and unruffled, well, safe
and partly sound, anyway. "Gosh,
this place is crowded."
"May I get through."
"Would you mind using your own
feet to stand on?" ,
I shall at this point digress to re-
late one proceeding at Biaham's Land
other meat markets of our day, Pm
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By Rose Marie Letten, '45
THE actual finding of a bargain, an
advantageous. purchase, is seldom
the result of the tiring experience of
bargain hunting. Bargain hunting
may well be defined as "a transaction
or event involving good or bad conse-
quences", usually involving the lat-
ter. For examplei let us consider the
experience of a certain Mrs. Jones.
Mrs. Jones rises one bright spring
morning without even the slightest
notion of what is in store for her
that day. Drowsily she picks up the
morning news and scans its pages
with herhalf-opened eyes. She is in
the midst of a very wide yawn, when
suddenly something catches her eye
'which immediately stirs her interest.
those words which always bring a
thrill to the hearts of economic house-
wives-"Big Bargain Sale".
Thought after thought goes buz-
zing through Mrs. Jones's now wide
awake brain as to when the store
opens, how long it will take to get
there, whom to get to stay with the
baby, and how much time she has.
After quickly glancing at her watch,
she heaves a sigh, for that glance'
has told her she has but forty-five
minutes. Her mathematical mind be-
gins functioning and in a few seconds
she has conceived that she has to al-
low at least twenty-five minutes for
the ride to town, leaving the slight
sum of only twenty minutes to get
The rush is on! She dashes to the
phone and after getting the wrong
number. and the busy signal several
times, she finally gets in touch with
the girl next door, who agrees to
stay with Junior. To help matters,
Junior begins to cry' and after run-
ning back to his room, Mrs. Jones
finds him on the floor, where he had
fallen trying to climb out of his crib.
When she has sufficiently soothed
him, she hurries to dress. Finally
she is ready and dashes out of the
house, giving Mary Jane lastminute
instructions on how to care for
Junior. ' ' '
Mrs. Jones, half lrunning, half
walking, makes her way' to the car
line. Just as she reaches the stop,
a car goes whizzing by, leaving her
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standing there a bit disgusted. After
a few minutes' Wait, 'she catches the
next car. Nervously she glances at
her watch every few minutes, won-
dering whether or not she will arrive
in time. On and on the street car
creepsg Mrs. Jones has reached town.
Hurriedly she makes her wav down
the crowded street, dodging this per-
son and running into the next, until
she reaches the store which is having
the sale. .
Just as she reaches the entrance of
the store where hundreds of other
bargain hunters are waiting to cnt-er,
the bell rings and the doors swing
open. As a fish is drawn into a
wild, spinning whirlpool, so Mrs.
Jones is drawn into the even wilder
crowd. She elbows her way through
as best shecan saying, "Excuse me",
in her most polite manner when she
has jabbed someone in the ribs fac-
cidentally, of coursej.
Since the shoe sale, the one which
she is interested in, is on the second
floor, she has the perplexing problem
of getting into an elevator. Several
times just as she is about to step into
an elevator, the operator calls out
in a very sweet tone, "Next car,
please !" At last Mrs. Jones success-
fully makes her way into an elevator
and feebly says, "Second floor,
Having reached the second floor,
she peers around for the shoe tablesi
She has now arrived on the outskirts
of the crowd surrounding what she
has found to be the shoe tables. Since
she cannot see the shoes for the
crowd, she decides to shove her arm
through and grasp whatever shoe she
can get her hands on. '
After many unsuccessful attempts
to and quite a few embarrassing sit-
uations, our Mrs. Jones finally gets
hold of a shoe. On examining it she
finds it to be her size, the color she
wants, and the right style, just the
thing for her Easter outfit. But, oh,
my, Mrs. Jones then realizes that she
has but one shoeg the other must be
found. The struggle with the crowd
is on again. Attempt after attempt
is unsuccessful, but to Mrs. Jones's
delight, she finally finds the mate
Now there remains but one prob-
lem, that of getting someone to wait
on her. What a problem it is, with
so many people and so few sales-
girls! Mrs. Jones waits, and waits,
and waits some more, until finally,
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just before she collapses from sheer
exhaustion, a salesgirl comes to her-
aid. In a few seconds the package
is wrapped and handed to her Kmaybe
thrown at ,her would express it bet-'
'Wearily our Mrs. Jones makes her
way out of the store, carrying her
precious bundle and for the first time
in ,hours breathes in some good fresh
Having stood up all the way on
the street car, Mrs. Jones at last
reaches her home in most exhausted
condition. Feebly she opens the door
and throws her weary self down to
rest on the lounge. After relaxing
for a few minutes, Mrs. Jones decides
to take a good look at her prize pack-
age. As she opens the wrapper,
thoughts of the wonderful bargain
she has found, and how lovely the
shoes will look with her new outfit
float through her mind.
Eagerly she opens the lid of the
box, folds back the inside paper, and
--1 Mrs. Jones sinks down
against the back of the lounge, heav-
ing a sigh of woe, the tears about to
roll down her forlorn face.-1
She has been given the wrong pack-
The Art Of
Marie Louise Tureau, '45 .
THE joy of seeing the cool, clear,
water shining like diamonds under
Diana's gentle beams: the lucid sands
of numerous colorsg the dull green
sea weed that playfully clings to
your legs 3 the empty flounder-beds
that mark the once temporary home
of that fish-those among' other
things are the pleasures of flounder-.
ing. In competition with the moon
above, I carried the glowing death
torch of the flounder-the light that
will lead the way to the hiding place
of my prey. The sharp spear, pa-
tiently awaiting the sight of its vic-
tim, glitters wickedly under the
watchful eye of Venus and the Big ' g
Bear. The waters part at my every
step, revealing schools of fishes hur-
rying as though 'they were going to
a bargain sale. At closer observation,
I saw orange luminous lights, ,darting
through the waters like greased light-
ning. It is these shrimp that are pur-
sued by masses of leaping mullets
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There exists a number system.
'enterihg one's favorite butch-
er- shop Cor any other shop where
one knows meat is on salej one ob-
serves a curiously placed table, box,
or stand near the entrance. Upon
close inspection the box discloses
many square cut pieces of card
board, each with a number on it.
These numbers are placed one on top
of the other, increasing as the stack
decreases. Each would-be-customer
entering lifts a card from its com-
-fortable resting place and commences
to examine the interior of the shop
while waiting for her number to be
called, at which time she will be
served. In the meantime, a passer-
by can hear the loud calling of num-
"Number 152-53-543' .... .... .,.. ....
' Right here
To an outsider this may seem like
an exciting game of lotto, but we
meat buyeis know what lt is
I shall continue After securing
my number I retired to a rather un-
crowded location of the overcrowded
shop to observe the many anxious
customers One often becomes ac-
quainted with others who are also
waiting Such was the case when Mrs.
Abcad QI learned laterj approached
me asking 'How long have you been
waiting?" After receiving my answer
she exclaimed Ten minutes' Is that
all?" Then followed a conversation
which is far too hazy to record how-
ever, it was evident that Mrs. A.
wanted the remaining six lamb chops
on display I was obliged to interrupt
my compan1on's idle chatter when I
noted an elderly lady slowly making
her way to the door number in
hand Just as I thought Cand hoped
incldentallyl as she brushed the box
of numbels she dropped hers on the
top of the stack I quick as a bunny
retrieved the discarded number and
was very pleased to fmd it was num-
ber 181 because my origlnal num-
ber had been 227
This change of numbers meant at
least an hours difference in waiting
time Numbei 172 was then being
called by one of the busy butchers.
In another moment I was again at
the side of Mis Abcad As before,
she began to Jabber 'Jabber Jab-
ber, mumble Jumble " It wasn't too
long after when I was awakened from
my stupor by the calling of number
180 Much to my amazement I was
being pulled through the crowd by
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still there," she said to me pointing
'tom the chops in the refrigerator.
When asked what she wanted she
said, waving and pointing toward the
lovely, looking lamb chops. "I'll take
q"0K! Ninety cents and twenty-nine
points", the beaming butcher re-
"Bu't I don't have that many
points," she 1'etorted, "and I must
have them all. I'll bring you the rest
of the points next-
"Sorry lady,-next, 181."'
"I'1l take the lamb chops," I said
as I -pulled from my purse both points
and money. 1
I'm quite sure I lost a newly made
friend, for with that I. left the
wretched woman standing with her
mouth hanging open and her eyes
popping. As I pushed through the
crowd I could hear her last words-
UWELL OF ALL THE NERVEP'
Anne Gulledge, 45
FRIGHT, according to the diction-
ary, is sudden fear. The great ma-
jority of people at some time or other
have been frightened half out of
their wits, but to explain fear or
fright to someone who has never ex-
perienced it would be rather diffi-
cult. To try to give this person the
meaning of fright by telling him that
it is sudden fear would simply be
giving the person a couple of mean-
ingless words. You would, therefore,
have to give an example or illustra-
tion before he could fully comphe-
hend the matter. As I sat here pon-
dering over this terrible dilemma. I
recalled a frightening experience
which occurred to me in my youth.
Maybe you- will say that it is only
an awful nightmare, which I should
forget, but the hollow coldness of
this fear haunts me day and night.
In the beginning Lallie and I were
afraid something would happen. It
might have been ,intuition or it could
have been the night-that night, I
shall never be able to fully erase it
from my memory. Vivid pictures
flash in my mind, as I recall it. It
was a cold, dark, dreary night. The
wind was alternately howling loudly
and moaning sadly around the eaves,
and the windows were rattling. All of
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they continuously creaked on their
hinges. Outside, the shuttersbangekl
and jarred. The surrounding houses
were shrouded in. darkness, because
the neighbors had long gone to bed.
Lallie and I were alone in this
dark gloomy house, which had been
rumored to be haunted. We were
sitting upstairs, telling ghost stories,
which seemed very realistic and
which made us shudder and shriek,
as we took- turns relating strange,
mysterious blood-curdling tales. Sud-
denly, we- jumped with fright when
we heard the front door squeak, as
someone almost silently swung it
open. Who could have opened a lock-
ed door? Perhaps it was a ghost and
the fantastic stories we had heard
concerning the wierd 'things which
had occurred under that same roof
' The wind sent forth a loud moan,
which shook the house and sent chills
down our spines. Steps followed the
moang therefore, it could not be a
spook, because only a human could
walk like that, taking a few muffled
steps and then pausing, as if to see
who was at home. Now the steps were
coming closer and were distinguished
as being in the dining room. Next
they would come up the stairs and
then what should we two frightened
girls do? We were too scared to
squeal or to run to the phone. Hor-
rible thoughts flashed in our minds
as we pictured vividly Lallie's parents
coming home and finding us dead.
Our breath was coming in short,
hard, quick gaspsg our faces were
whiter than snowg and our hands
were damp with cold fear. All We
dared do was to clutch each other
and to pray silently that if we were
to be murdered, to let it be quickly,
or for Lallie's parents to return be-
fore we were killed, but we knew
the latter was hopeless, since it would
be hours before her parents returned.
Yes, the footsteps were heard onthe
staircase. The steps creaked and
groaned as each step was taken. Now
they had reached the landing. They
were coming nearer and nearer by
the moment. Each second brought the
footsteps and our death closer. They
had reached the door and we two
stunned girls with fear in our eyes
watched the door knob tremble.
Suddenly, the door knob turned and
the door was flung open. There stood
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