Kansas Wesleyan University - Coyote Yearbook (Salina, KS)

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Her dress measured yards at the hemline LINDA ftsioiw 'e 'f it lwycll1lllItl'lJl:5Hl'l.ll The warm, bright flames flickering in the fire place made ecstatic shadows dance across the room. lvlusic, faintly played, blended with the light, quick chatter ot' the fire. Outside, rain fell softly, steadily. She sat there in front ol' the nre, sunk low in the heavy leather chair, staring into the hte place. The lickle lights illuminated her face momenf tarily, causing l'rot'essor ,lim Carr to notice his charming wife and to recall a night long ago at the Ep-Trot. . . You're beautiful tonight, Linda, said Professor Lfarr. As beautiful as the night I met you. Linda remembered that night, and how a few delicate words from this man seated across from her had changed an evening of' despair to one of happiness and delight. Limlu Fox, the darling of all the mothers and grandmothers in her little country town of Wire- ville, was that for one reason. She didn't have boy-friends. When she letit Wireville for college she had no inkling of such a thing as a 'frat trot' or a football hero, until the day she heard a voice behind her in rhetoric class say, Would someone be so kind as to tell me what an i-n-c sentence is. Lifting her eyes from the 'A'grade on the paper before her and turning to look at the owner ofthe i-n-c sentence, she saw for the first time her hero to be, and the college's future ilootlaall star. Sandy, wavy hair, dark blue eyes. and the broadest shoulders in several counties struck her heart in fancy with terrific force. I-n-c means incomplete, said Linda, using all her will-power to suppress the tremor in her voice. That was the incident that started a six months hero worship that here-to't'ore Linda had given only to her grandfather. Having to earn her hoard and tuition kept Linda busy most of the time. The only times she ever saw her hero, whose name she had learned was johnny Rock, were in rhetoric class, when he would ask her about his sentence structure. Through her he learned how to write complete sentences and make the grades necessary for his stardom. Cnly when he was very blue and in- clined to be confidential did he mention his private life, which seemed to her to consist chiefly Of 'girls' One night as he talked confidentially, he suddenly stuttered and said, Linda will you gO with me to the 'Ep-Trot' Thursday night? Linda's eyes opened so wide that she almost saw double but her mouth snapped shut on a 'yeS'- Pagc 'Twenty-tW0 - is tt H s I I

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In the brisk night air a few minutes later I.inda's dazed brain started working with the thought that this was Tuesday, because the themes were due Wednesday and Johnny never got his themes corrected until the night before they were due. If tomorrow was Wednesday, the next day must be Thursday and the 'Ep-Trot.' Oh, why did I do such a foolish thing as say yes when I don't know what a trot is or what kind of a dress I'm supposed to wear, said Linda over and over to herself as she hurried to the dorm. She rushed up the stairs, ran down the hall, and then burst into Marta I-Iall's room. Marta was the 'it' girl on the campus, and she was 'it,' not by politics but by her own merits. Marta, johnny Rock asked me to go the 'Ep Trot' with him and I haven't the slightest idea what it is or what I should wear. Marta, all astonished and surprised managed to say, Why Linda, you little dummy the 'Ep Trot is a dance given by the Epsilon fraternity. Dance, echoed Linda, but Marta, I can't dance and I haven't a formal to my name. Don't worry dear, maybe you can learn by Thursday and I have a formal that is just your type. I look likewhipped cream in it but you won't. Thursday night arrived and Linda armed with two fundamental dance steps but frightened speechless made her debut into the social world I-Ier dress measured yards at the hemline the neckline revealed smooth delicate shoulders and her high glistening curls made her look queenly A little added coloring made her look vibrantly alive and her bw gray eyes were like Silvery moons Even Johnny was amazed when he called for her that evening to think that this girl before him was the same Linda Fox that helped him with his rhetoric assignments but the moment was doomed johnny in his usual brazen way said something she never quite forgot and night as she sat in her cozy little home gazing at the glow ing embers in the fire p ace she remembered how mortified she had been and how her husband im Carr had come to her resuce Suddenly the coals in the fire place flared up Linda touched the radio dial at her side and the music changed The notes of Stardust unforgotten song of a generation filled the room Music of lonesomeness fascinating in its sweet melan choly Stardust song of memory es sweet memory I-low long ago had it been that fateful night when johnny had said in his foot ball exactitude Why don t you hang your dress on not half off? lgl ly 9 , . 3 . . . 4 , . O V . v . . . ' 3 i . . 'in . , K.k!L . O , Q 1 I L Q 1 I , ' . ' a . . . . . f Q , , . . . . Y . . . . 1 KC 7 . . . . 3? . 'n u wx'n -three