Grinnell College - Cyclone Yearbook (Grinnell, IA)

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CAR QL H flummeuremrnt inizunr. A one-act drama of high intellectual order, intended both in its unique plot and in its sparkling dialogue to indicate the supreme degree of cul- ture to which college students may attain in their senior year. With full stage directions after the modern dramatic metllod. DRAMATIS PERSONE. MR. JACK KODNEY, with a reputation for being both clever and cynical. HAROLD WILLETTS. in a continuous state of apology because of an unfortu- nate faculty for saying the wrong thing. ARTHUR ARBUTHNOT, in love with Miss Woolson. REGINALD THORNDYKE, distinguished by the same sign. BERT BROWN, a senior. MISS GLADYS WOOLSON, something of a coquette. MISS NELLIE BOWEN, pretty, blonde and inconsequent. GERALDINE VAN LAUDERDALE, red-haired maid. ACT I. - SCENEI. 1 Curtain rises, disclosing Miss Gladys Woolson before her mirror, putting the Gnishing touches to a distracting evening toilet. She turns and goes irresolutely to each of several boxes of flowers that are scattered about the room-hovering over them, taking up a bunch of red roses from one, of white heliotrope from another, of daisies from a third. Throws them all down at last, and exclaims petulantly:- -17-

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' ' ' ' .v MISS WOOLSON. Oh, dear! it's a great nuisance to decide whose flowers to wear, when you don't care a rap for any of the senders. Now, if I liked one a tiny bit better than the others I could at least tell-which not to wear. QShe laughs with the malicious levity of the coquetteq It never does to let a man know. CShe picks up a red rose and regards it irresolutelyj Mr. Thorndyke sent these. He professes to have made a study of the language of flowers. C Smiles covertly and bites her lips, goes on with a meditative airy Mr. Thorndyke is awfully handsome, but I have all I can do to keep him in order as it is. If I should wear his flowers! CShe shrugs her shoulders and lays flowers resolutely away. Turning to the heliotrope and burying her face in it.j How I low heliotropeg but I wouldn't dare wear it. I mustn't raise bis hopes again. CReminiscentlyj Poor Mr. Arbuthnot! He looked so dreadfully hurt yesterday. CTurning to the daisiesjl so, it evidently falls to you, Mr. Willetts. I shall have to trust to the kind fates to keep him from asking me to the concert. He's getting almost as unmanageable as Mr. Thorndykeg but he's a harmless creature. CShe gathers up a hand- ful of daisies and lays them against her breast, exclaims scornfullyy daisies for me! Who ever heard of such a thing. What taste the man has Cthrows them down and crosses over to a vase of vivid carnations, clapping her hands with decision after looking at them for a momentj. I know what l'lI do. I'll wear these if I did buy them myself. They'll never know. C-Musingly as she puts them ony Jack always gave me carnations. He said there was no color vivid enough to represent me, and nothing too fragrant. QShaking her head mournfullyj Oh, but Jack knew how to say nice things! I wonder if he will remember that I promised our senior concert to him when we were freshmen. CSighs. There is a gay call outside of Gladys. j MISS BOWEN Calso in evening costume, rushes in excitedlyb. I came over to show you my new frock tstops and clasps her hands admiringlyj. How sweet you look! MISS W. Cindifferentlyj. Do you think so? Thank you. You are lovely in that. It suits you so well, too. MISS B. I am so glad you like it. I particularly want to look well to-night. QArchlyj Do you know who is my escort for the Prom? MISS W. Cstill inditferentlyy. No. Who? MISS B. Cbridlingy. Mr. jack Roving. MISS W. Oh!-sf-Cdrawing in her breath and catching at her thumbj. - MISS B. Oh! what's the matter? MISS W. Nothing, I stuck that horrid pin into my thumb. MISS B. Oh, poor Gladys! Qardentlyy you are actually pale. Let me see Qshe seizes the handy. MISS W. Qdrawing away and hastily wrapping a handkerchief around the injured memberj. Nog I have it all done up. So Qlooking at her interrogativelyj Mr. Rodney is your escort? And -xg- Y .