Franklin College - Almanack Yearbook (Franklin, IN)

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5 A-x--,--- -','-'-',-x--'x----'-'--- - ----,--------------- x,, E. x-x-- - --'-------xx--x- .X.x. X ----- - eeeeeetttttt - K ,, :: lii Q Q 1 1 . ., g Lois sobered with sudden recollections. She gazed dejectedly into the grate as though the dying embers there were fit companions for her thoughts. Then she spoke quietly, without trace of her former tantalizing tone. '4You were right, Duncan. I canlt write. All my ef- forts have fallen apart like those ashes there. I have studied, too, lately, night and day. But I guess it's no use. I planned to write a story just to show you I could, but I have been unable to get a single idea. I'Perhaps you have been looking too high. Ideas lurk so closely to us sometimes that we look right over their heads. f'Perhaps, she continued, thoughtfully. HThis ex- perience has taught me- She stopped abruptly. Straight at Duncan she stared, her eyes not seeing his. Thus for a second or two. Then her relaxed body gathered itself into an aggressive atti- tude and she sprang from her chair with so obvious a joy in her face that Duncan was instantly on his feet beside her. Duncan,'l she cried, Ngo home, at once. I've got- You've got a case of nerves. What's up P he laughed. Lois had him by the arm. '4Oh, please go home, Dunk! I think I see a way to help you. I- must be alone to think it out. You must go! She had propelled him into the hall. Now she rushed him into his coat and before he could remonstrate further he found himself on the veranda. f'Come to me tomor- low afternoon, and a'on't Close your forms. A little squeeze on the arm, a quick Ugood night in his ear and the door slammed between them. He heard the snap of an electric light switch and her flying feet on the stairs. He stood a moment, thinking, then passed off the veranda to the sidewalk. A light flashed from an upper front window. He looked up and saw Lois. She was sweep- ing books, magazines and various other articles from a table. He watched her drag the table directly under the electric light. She opened the drawer and took out a writing tablet. Then she pulled the blind. -15 3- 55 A4 55 95 55 The College Year Book was out. An artistic achieve- ment from cover to cover, it was something more-a sur- prise. The expected story of Professor Carstadt did not appear, in its place was the surprise-a story in which fictitious names failed to hide familiar identities. It was signed Lois Trouch and bore the significant title- Elie Svinrg fF1fteen

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for Carstadt's story: too busy to turn it in until noon today and-and-well, it won't do. Yes, I know, it's on me. Turn on the juice and burn me up.'l ' Lois felt that she ought to be in sympathy with the crisis, but the opportunity was a centennial. Her throat swelled until she could scarcely articulate her question. VVon't do? Why?l' thickly. Well, it's not-it doesn't quite meet the requirements of the Annual. It doesn't lack literary merit, but- Phat sounds just like a rejection slip! and with this Lois left off all restraint. Her mirth forced Duncan to the humorous viewpoint and it was several minutes be- fore they sobered. Then Lois continued: You'll have to use it now. I will not! he declared, vehemently. VVhat can you do? Duncan shook his head. 'AI asked myself that question so often this afternoon that I got to singing it. You just try answering it once. Can't you write something? There are more editorials than anything else in the vile book now, except pictures. I've been through the college library and up to L in the Britannica, and there I fainted. My assistant edior doesnlt know we are pub- lishing an Annual. We can't rearrange the forms now. For the love of Michael, girl, can't you tell me where to find something? l'm desperate! You might go down to the News oHice and borrow some Dr. Doan or Nlr. Dooly plates. Fine time, this, for kidding a fellow, he retorted, petulantly. Or, perhaps they would loan you some of their old X .s rts syndicate plates on which the twenty-one year copyright has expired-if you must have a story. f'Oh, chop that chatter, Lois. Be serious oneef, UThat's twice you have asked me to be serious. First, when I wanted you to let me try a story. UI told you to go ahead. Yes, and added, I remember, that you knew I could not write one good enough for your Annual and that you had asked Professor Carstadt to contribute it. What is the matter with his story, anyway? ' UIt isn't a story, that's all. But you said he knew how. 'fHe does. A thorough master of the short story technique, you said. He is. But he hasn't given you a story. He hasn't!l' 'fWhy not? He can't! 'fBut you'll have to use it. I won't! 'fBut Carstadt is professor of English, with half the alphabet trailing his name. Faculty, acknowledged au- thority and all that. What- HI don't care if he is a composite materialization of Ed- gar Allen Poe, Guy de Maupassant, Hawthorne, Steven- son and Shakespeare. His story is rotten, and as long as I am editor of the Annual, all he gets is a rejection slip. I'll run some of your plate matter first, and tell him he was too late. Why didn't you go ahead and write one? It couldn't have been worse than his. ' 73 Fourteenl Q.- ..

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