Independence Junior College - Inkanquil Yearbook (Independence, KS)

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PAGE 22 THE INKANQUIL Down 'the shady street, over- arched with magnificent, leafy elms she cameg five feet three and a half, one hundred and three pounds when stripped for gym' nasium, snapping black eyes, golden-brown hair that curled softly around her evenly featured face, presenting in all a very at- tractive picture of the modern up- to-date girl. Marcia McLarry was on her way to a pink tea, with which a friend of hers was enter- taining an out-of-town gllest- Marcia's dress was a tight-waisted full-skirted, airy, soft bit of laven- der lovelinessg and the folds of her dress floated softly in the spring breeze. Her hat, of the large picture type, was worn on her brown curls as a queen wears a crown. Her head was held highg dainty feet, neatly shod, tripped lightly over the hardened, unap- preciative, cement walk, small, soft hands fondled, caressingly, a corsage of many-hued sweet peasg and Marcia's heart sang within her, for she knew that the several pairs of masculine eyes which looked after her were looking in appreciative admiration at her pretty, feminine self. Quickly she walked along the shady street, quickly, but not Quickly enough to look hurried or to overheat her- self. Thank goodness! She never looked as if she were hot, though the thermometer was registering 99 degrees in the shade. She turned into the privacy of a lovely, brick homey inviting and oozing coolness on the unusually hot sping day. Marcia! Hello, there! How are you? Marcia walked over to greet the honor guest. My dear! You're the same sweet old Marcia. What have you been doing? Oh, just fooling around, mak- ing new boudoir pillows for my room. You knew I had redecor- ated it, didn't you? .... Yes, in green and gold. You should see it. Quite stunning, really. Mar- cia was about to indulge in an orgy of description, when she was interrupted by a soft voice at her elbow speaking her name. She turned to find her hostess. HYes?H I A SILVER DO0DAD May I speak with you for just a minute, dear? she said, draw- ing her guest from the porch to the door of the house. Once in- side she turned to her, and said, Honey, did you know that one of your new silver garters is 'encir- cling your slender ankle? Then as Marcia stooped hastily floor- ward, I didn't want to tell you in front of all those girls, 'cause you don't know some of them very well. Oh, Mary Joe! cried a dis- comforted Marcia, I'll just bet that horrid garter has been there ever since I left home. And I was sure those men were smiling at me because I was all dressed up pretty. Oh, oh, oooooh. How awful! There, there. No one will think-a thing about it. Forget it as those men probably have done by now. Come on out and have a good time. Mary Joe led a rather crest-fallen Marcia out on the cool veranda. The chattering girls were all interested in what one of them, Ellen, was saying. .... tall, handsome, blue-eyes, black-haired, manicured son of Erin, a perfect WOW! Then he said real solemn like, 'Your-broth- er has spoken of you often, Miss Spencer, and I've been wanting to see you.' Thrilled? Golleeee. Just then old Suzanne steps up and says, 'Mr. Markheim on the phone, Miss Ellen.' Wasn't I glad? Just sort of showed him how I stand around here. Well sir, three other man-calls did I have within two hours. Never happened before, Lady Luck surely gave me a boost on her horse. I gave every one of them a date. Then he says, 'l'm afraid I shan't get to see you at all,' The orator ceased from lack of breath. 1 Who 's this you're speaking of, Jack Gilbert? queried Marcia. Nope, He's Ronald's roomie, and his name is W. J. Bryan. Ellen giggled as she announced the romeo's name. You're fooling. Nope. He's from Texas, and his parents are Democrats. The center of attraction continued to answer Marcia's wary questions. She didn't want to seem too eager, 'X but he surely sounded interesting. The following day Marcia an- swered a telephone call from Ellen. Marcia? Uh-huh. How would you like to go on a moonlight ride seated in a buggy behind a horseg a One Hoss Shay party? Oh, fun! But I won't date old Tubby anymore. We had a des- perate quarrel Sunday night. Fine Listen, you favorite of Luck, Mister W. J. Bryan of Dallas Texas craves a' date with you all. He saw you the other day, and took a fancy to youah neat figure. - NO! 'Does he really? Mar- cia's eyes danced with excitement. YES! And he hopes he won't be presumin' to ask you all with- out having first met you-all. But he reckons that you two will get along right smaht. ' Bring him over! When's the ride? A Tomorrow evening. We'll come early. 'Bye. The phone clicked, and Marcia ran to her mother's room to tell her about the impression she had made on this altogether desirable young man. . . Moonlight, stillness, fragrance of flowers, the world! breathed romance to the nth degree. The old horse trotted lazily along the by-road, his feet clumping heavily in the dust. Marcia, sitting by the side of the young Texan, sigh- ed happily, and answered the re- marks of her escort with clever witticisms. . Kansas is really a beautiful country, he remarked. I wonder why it's always made the butt of ouah jokes. I suppose you know that every state in the Union makes fun of Kansas ? He turned to the young lady at his side. ' I found that out once when I was outside my state. Horrid of everyone of them. She lifted her head higher in indignation. Yeah. Guess it is. Maybe we'd bettah speed up this trolley right smaht or we'll get left out of the big feed. Clicking his tongue, and gently slapping the reins on the back of the means of, loco- motion, W. J. Bryant settled down. to the business of driving.