Grinnell College - Cyclone Yearbook (Grinnell, IA)

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' I.'.'1Is no color Int. Shaking ty nice things! III-.-r concert to .Iv call outside erzciteclly I. I .I-ps her hands .tIli1!.'UIl. You '.'.'LIIII to look I' 'scott forthe .L. eatcliing at hir ny thumll. : actually pile' a handkerchief done up- 50 - gggort? And you are pleased? CRaises brows with suggestion of surprisey MISS BOWEN Cindignantlyj. Who wouldn't be? The cleverest man in theclassl Just fancy, and do you know 'Cconfidentiallyj I am almost sure from something he said that he's going to ask me for the concert, too, and you know that would be quite signif- t breaks off and rushes to the flowersj-Oh, what quantities of flowers! CShe leans over the first box and openly reads the card.j Red roses, eh? fLaughs and raises her eyebrowsy One on you, Mr. Thorndyke. CPats the box with an arch fingetzj Where are these from? QShe crosses to the other.j Heliotrope! How per- fectly exquisite! CReads5 Mr. Arbuthnot. I don't think you treat Mr. Arbuthnot well, Gladys. He looks awfully glum lately. And the daisies? CShe bends over the card.j Miss WOOLSON. You shameless creature! QShe snatches them away, though not too quickly to pigevent Miss B. from read- ing the card.j MISS B. Ckissing herj. Oh, you donft mind my knowing, Gladys. Little Willetts, eh? How can you abide him? Mr. Rodney sent me these forget-me-nots. Aren't they dear? He said they suited me. MISS B. Qicilyp. They do. ' MISS BOWEN: But whose flowers are you wearing? MISS B. Cwith swift inspirationj. These? Oh, these are Mr. Rodney's flowers. MISS B. Cblanklyy. Mr. Jack Rodney? MISS W. Qdrilyj. There is but one Mr. Rodney, I believe. MISS B. Qwith suspicionb. I didn't know you had any acquaint- ance with Mr. Rodney, to speak of. MISS W. Qindifferentlyj. I used to see something of him when we were freshmen. MISS B. Cmore cheerfullyj. Oh! Well, I must run back, or I may keep him waiting. Good-bye, darling. MISS W. Good-bye. Come again, dear. QShe looks after the retreating one savagelyg There, little Miss Patil Pry, I hope I've satisfied your curiosity this time. And anyhow they are Jack Rod- ney's flowers-his favorite flowers. He's told me so repeatedly. MAID Cat the doorj. Mr. Willetts, ma'am. MISS W. Oh, all right. Say I'll be down in a moment. CShe' puts on the carnationsj I used to wear them so, and I will again if it is out of date. CViews the result with satisfactionq Now I must use all my diplomacy. He must not mention concert to me, for if Jack should be reminded by anything tonight I mean to give him his place, and if I can't make him remember-well, there'll be time then to encourage somebody. Sunicient unto the day!- Cshrugs her shoulders lightly and, catching up gloves and fan, hastens out.5 ..I9- I

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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 .

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SCENE II. . Campus-The Promenade-Faculty, Old Grads and Students moving about under the trees-Music--Jack Rodney and Miss Bowen in foreground. MISS BOWEN Cartlesslyji Isn't this charming? And aren't the girls lovely in their gay frocks? Do look. MR. RODNEY Cgallantlyj. l can't look away. MISS B. Qtlutteringj. Ah, Mr. Rodney, one of those pretty speeches you are noted for. QContidentiallyU Tell me, how do you think of such pretty things to say? RODNEY. By association. CBows profoundlyj MISS B. Qcourtesiesj. Again! rArchly pointing her tingerj RODNEY. But how can l help it with such an inspiration? CShe looks down and flutters her fanjp You are incorrigible. RODNEY Qin a significant tone.j Forget-me-not. How they suit you. ' MISS B. You like them? RODNEY. lmmeasurably. CThere is a stir near. Miss Woolson appears with Willetts. She is immediately surrounded by young men who press their t'Prom', cards upon her. Rodney looks up and looks at once away.5 MISS BOWEN Ccontinuing the conversation with her eyes upon the groupj. Better even than carnations? QShe lifts a sinister eye upon him.j ' RODNEY Cstammeringy. l-er-oh, l don't- WILLETTS Qinterrupting in a low voicej. Oh, come now, I'll leave it to Rodney if that's fair. l appeal to Rodney. RODNEY Cpromptly, with an air of reliefj. All are fair in love. MISS WOOLSON Qlaughingb. Mr. Rodney quotes according to his convictions, regardless of sex. But he's not authority. His convictions are subject to variation. MR. BROWN Cmeditativelyy. Now what do you suppose she means by that? WILLETTS. Blest if I know. What does she mean, Rodney? You ought to be able to interpret if anybody can. RODNEY Cwith a note of sarcasmj. Judging from present data -nothing. MISS WOOLSON Qin mock surprisej. And his boasted gallantry! RODNEY Qjudiciallyj. State your case, Willetts. CCrowd gathers around.7 VVILLETTS Qwith assumed air of injured innocencey. Why, it's like this: Miss Woolson promised me the first number, and we didn't get here in time for the nrst on the card, and now Smith, here, says l've forfeited my chance, and l say the first means the nrst after l get here-and-and-Cin a pathetic tonej Smith's the bigger l1121ll. CCroWd laughsj RODNEY. Yes Cstill judiciallyj? Cln the lull Miss Woolson is heard saying:J ' But, surely, Mr. Brown, my name cannot be on your card for the second. BROWN Cproducing cardj. Here it is. -ZO- I I