San Diego State University - Del Sudoeste Yearbook (San Diego, CA)

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WHITE AND GOLD 25 ling eddy of the digestive juices. With one spontaneous gulp. the partially prv-digestod and prepared preparation sails ma- gestioaliy down the rvd vanal, Ito! tho tempting morsel is gone. Jaws An Afternoon in a Tea Garden BY EDITH KINNEAR We struck the big gong and waited. Presently there ap- peared at the heavy wooden gate tho daintiust little almond- oyed girl. who looked as if she had just stepped off from Umy 1ady,s teacupfi Her smooth. black hair x'as combed 11p. and back from a rather high forehead. Above. it vas coiled and twisted into a rather elaho iate voit'furo, which was held in place by numerous comhs and pins. Coquettishly perched over the left car was a bright scarlet gev a ranium. Her eyes had a ques- f - tioning, appealing look VVhon she laughed, showing two rows of sparkling tooth, enhanced not a little by lips faintly rouged, she had a trivk of closing her eyes also, which was charming. Something in her manner, in her appear- ant-e, took nw hack to fair Japan. VVhoro and when had I soon her before? Feminine vroaturvs that we are, it was hor kimona that sent us into silent raptures of delight. We never saw any- thing so beautiful, not even in Japan. It was of golden brown t-ropv do chino. It had caught tlw glory of the summers sun. It hold the colors of tho autumn woods. It whispored' the sadness of the haro, brown earth. It laughed tho gladnoss of the first spring day, when the first green leaves vomo pooping up into the world of living things. It rotiw-tod tho glint ot' a dying sunset, and tho melting mists of a rainbow. It was not the subtle color alone whivh revealed the conjuroris art. but the omhroidory. A myriad of golden hutterttivs Huttvrod down from tho shoulders to the hem of the garment oach was exquisitely wrought. We in- stinctively held our breath lest they become frightened am! 113' away. We must have been staring to the point of rudeness. for she blushed slightly. made a slight murtosy and bade us enter. Like a Hash came hor nanw. ttAito. that is your name. is it not? Do you not remmnhor 11114,, She did not answer. but pattern! quickly down the path to tho toa-house. Vthn we arrived at tho tva-houso, a long hamhoo arbor, con- taining rustic tables and chairs. slw was talking vxvitedly to a woman who was holding a young hahy. Japanese fashion. The older woman lmsied herself. preparing the tea over a chartsoal brazivr. Aito went after t-akos and sot the table. She would glanm-

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Z-I- WHITE AND GOLD The Modern Girl BY RUTH WILCOX 'llhe commonly accepted idea of the modern Ameriean girl is that one we so often see pictured on the covers of the eurrent mag- azines. Gibson, Harrison Fisher, Boileau and other popular 'tgirls' headsi, artists have shown her there to he a perfect model of Lady Fashion. She wears elaborate hats with feathers, wonderful and expensive gowns heavily trimmed with laces: a beautiful Persian kitten rests on her arm and stares lazily out at you from over- the vain shoulder of its mistress: often a hairy Freneh poodle sits in her lap and blinks saueily. As a matter of fact. the Amerivan girl spends very little of her time in tlmothering dogs . She is not the insipid society beauty, but she is, rather. an active, healthy girl. with a keen ap- preciation for athletics and all out-door life. She thoroughly enjoys an evening at the theater or a danee, yet. on the other hand, she. sews. cooks, and attends to all the duties of a woman. She meets the business world with a level. steady glanee; her mind is elear and capable. How different she is from the girls of past ages! Think of Louis the Fourteenthls petted beauty. whose only thoughts were the Huffiness of her hair or the turn of her slender ankle! Think of the demure little Puritan maid who lived within the four walls of her home and scarcely dared to look outside! Then think of our American girl twith pridel ! ls not she the, tthappy mediunill of all time? fuhef The Process of Eating Candy Candy is a divine gift of the gods destined to rot the teeth tcanines, incisors, hieuspids and Inolarsl. Some is exceedingly affectionate, clinging to the hands in a most caressing manner. Some is gooey and some is dry. Yet all is acceptable to a 103 English class. Some is in the form of kisses and some is in the Form of hearts, but all are better than tarts. The process of eating is very simple tto those initiated into the arty First the proboscis is greeted by a fragrant odor wafted hy the gentle zephyrs. Then the organ of taste tthe tonguel begins to swim in the digestive juices which now freely flow from the mucous membrane of the mouth and surrounding regions. With one fell swoop, the digits ttingersl clutch the unresisting carbohydrates and convey it swiftly to the, waiting organ of. mastication and partial digestion, which with one relaxation of the muscles, discloses a gaping cavernous depth. into which the unfortunate sweet is thrust. With a resounding smack. the jaws fly together. The. tongue begins a rhythmical motion. rotating freely about the captured dainty. With a crushing and crunch- ing motion, the jaws endeavor to demolish and utterly ruin the Inouth-watering delieaey. slowly dissolving the ruins in the gurg-

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26 WHITE AND GOLD at us shyly. if we were not looking. hut quickly turned away when she caught 11s watching her. Finally I said. ttAitO, you remember Mrs. Wray and Elinoriw IIYes, yes! Vera well, ees she, in WIeriea? I like vera much to see herf, . IINO, I replied. tIthey are in Japan. They were well when I saw them a year ago. They spoke of you very often. Elinor was so fond of you. How did you come over here?H I had heard something about it, but had forgotten. HI come to IMerica with Mees Wray and 1913101: Then she go back. She want me go back, hut I stay. Fnje. he love me. He say, tYou marry me. We work and save one. two, three, four year,ethen we go hack to Japan and live finef It is four years nowfI She, sighed wistfully. Just then, a short, brown- skinned man eame running across a miniature hamhoo hridge, bearing high upon his shoulders a plump. almond- eyed boy. The youngster had hold of his fathers hair and was kicking his father vigor- ously in the ehest. The man was enjoyng it immensely. Aito turned, brushed away a tear and beckoned to them. The child waved his arms frantically, therehy greatly endangering his balance. When her hus- hand reached her side, she took the child, kissed him7 then intro- duced Fuje to us. saying we had lived in Japan and knew Mrs. Wray. He was quite att'ahle and asked us veneerning Japan, whether or not we liked it. He told us that he like Meriea hest; Aito still loved Japan. She vas homesick, now, for the cherry- hlossoms. I could well sympathize with her, and wished she were going back with us. We were soon ehatting' merrily. He took us through the garden, showing us various examples of landscape gardeniiw, of which he was very proud; the artificial stream. with the ducks swimming about; the peculiarly eut trees and shrubs; the idols, the quaint benches; the stone lanterns; his pet cocks. All of these were very dear to his heart, Aito lingered a few paces behind us. grazing off wistfully toward the setting sun and the land beyond. We had now reached the gate and stood talking with Fuje, who was telling us of his plans and hopes for this beautiful garden. Aito came from the. tea-house, carrying three little packages tied up in colored paper which she begged us to accept. The sun had dropped into the western waters. Only the pink glow remained. A cricket in the hedge ehirruped merrily. The frogs were tuning up. In the shadow of the big arched gateway stood the little group waving adieu.