St Marys Hall - Ivy Yearbook (Burlington, NJ)

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NIGHT IINTVEIQWEW How much is it? she asked hopelessly. 'Tm not sure, he said slowly. ul suppose it's in the neighborhood ot'-well, say a hundred thousand. Her jaw dropped. She stared at him and slowly pronounced, A hundred thousandin He nodded. She snapped her jaw shut. Where did you get it? she asked, still in awe My father died two months ago: he left it to me., uThen I own one third ot itf' No you dont he said quickly. lt's inherited, not part of my income. She looked anxiously at him. It sometimes worked. I do need it, Sid, please Not till I die. Oh, you're hopeless. You'll never die. How could I have married you? He looked at her with sleepy eyes. ul'm sure I don't know. Ghastly mistake. wasn't it?u She was exhausted. She put her chin on her tist and looked long at him. trowning. You could never act sensible, she said at last. Then she could think of nothing better to say than, You moron! Have some coffee, he said sleepilyg it'lI calm your nerves. No, she exploded, 'Tm not nervousi Sidney-you-how could you he so hateful? l might have known it wouldn't do any good to come here. He pushed his chair hack and laying his arms on the tahle put his head on them. Her voice rose with anger, and a sob found its way into it. HYou're as stubborn as you always werei All right, I don't need your money: give it to the orphans' homel I'll marry Ralph anyway. I don't care. Change your will first thing in the morning. I'Il never bother you again. She ended almost in hysteria and was about to run from the room when there came a sizzle from the stove. The cottee hoiled over and onto the flame. Immedi- ately it was extinguished. Judith ran instinctively to tum oft the escaping gas. then stopped. Hurriedly she pulled a handkerchief from her cape, and, holding it over her mouth and nose, glanced quickly around the room. Sidney lay asleep. his head in his arms. The window was closed. She turned quickly and left, shut- ting the door behind her. The hell on the Trihorough Bridge struck tive. All was still in the great city. cf' THE SEASHORE Waves . . . that heat their never-ending tunes upon the shore. . . . Barbara Swift, '4l. Sand . . . with which God made our earth, white, crystal clear, and soft . . . Shells . . . their pastel shades that glisten lying in the sun . . . Air . . . exhilarating tang ot salt that fills our lungs . .. Seagulls . . . that soar ahove the waves, dipping down tor prey . . . Sun . . . the golden power that warms the sand and gives the body peace. Nancy Eckman, '40. 56

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NIICJHT IINTIEIRWIEW You can get a johlu she snapped hack. nYou can get thirty dollars a week as a salesman. Thirty dollars a weeklu he echoed. Ulf you need money so hadly, why don't you go into an automat as a waitress? There was a pause during which she looked disgustedly around the room. Look at your apartment, she said as if it were the most lavishly furnished room in existence. You don't have to live in a penthouse like this, you might at least rent a hoardinghouse room, mightn't you? A hoardinghouse roomln he ejaculated. Ulf you think l'm going to live in a pigpen so that you can sit on a velvet cushion and eat chocolate creams on Park Avenue, you're wrong. When l have an income you'll get one third of it, hut until then you can get along. You must he making some money! she snapped at him angrily. How can you afford to live here? I used to make money, he said slowly, ua long time ago . . . remember? And really, Judith, if l were making three cents a year rd see you got one cent, hut I can't give you one third of zero. When I made twelve hundred a week you couldn't see why you got only four hundred. She seemed puzzled, trying to decide what to do. Then she assumed an ex- pression of determination. Sidney, she said at last, 'Tm going to stay here until some arrangement has been made. He yawned and stretched himself. Theres a camp cot in the closet: you can put it up in the hall. You'll have to get your own meals, and I'll see that the janitor puts in another mailbox. She saw that it obviously wasn,t working. Do you want me to starve? she asked. By the way, he said suddenly, VVhy do you need money all of a sudden? She looked across the room. Did it ever occur to you that I might want to get married again? nAgainl. he muttered. HVVho's the next Fish? 'Tm planning to marry Ralph, she said coldly. Ralphl. he explaimed. VVhy, he's an honest, God-fearing young man. Would you corrupt his young life to make him another sucker? Inside of a year he'll he the one that's paying the alimony. I plan to stay married to Ralph, she said sharply. Sure, you planned it that way with me, with George, and with Leonard. You won't stay married. lf I shouldnt marry him, Sidney, and you should die, where would I he? rd he out walking the streets. She tried hard to make an impression. No you wouldnt he put in. My will takes care of that. l've put aside a small sum for any such emergency. Will l get it? ul suppose you'll have to, he said sorrowfully. 'Tye been meaning to change my will in favor of the hlind orphans' homef' 35

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HQIRN ANID HARIDART SIPEUWI. uVVhat's the Special? Stuffed tomato, sliced ham, rolls, hutter, and fresh peach ice cream. HO. K., l'll talce it. What? Tea? No . . . I mean yes . . . iced tea. ls that a hutter display? The waitress to whom this was addressed followed his squint the length of the room and stood speechless, looking from the young man to the ohject mentioned. No, that's not a hutter displayl Put on your specsln The optical aid revealed to him a heautilul hlonde head of hair-not hutter. This delighted him. He usually removed his glasses to eat, hut not this time he didn'tl When the waitress returned he aslced ahout the face in front of the hlonde head. She's pretty. Comes every day. You never saw her before hecause she usually eats early. She's a typist-or stenographer-for sumpin. She sure is pretty. thoughln He was simply dying to see her face. He hurried his meal and when he was through put on his coat and wallced toward the exit on the other side. Concentrating on the hlonde head, he got a glimpse of a cute pug nose. Then smaclcl . . . one of the pillars seemed to wallc right into him. Several people laughed, so he squashed on his hat and holted for the door. He wasn't going to malce a fool of himself in front of a pretty girl like that. The next day found him at his accustomed tahle unusually early. She was there even if her haclc was toward him againl After his lunch, he made a heeline for the water cooler near her tahle, hut just as he was three pillars away she got up and wallced off. fBeautiful figure, tool, He watched her direction, hut seeing it was the ladies' room he hlushed and wallced out disappointed. The next lunch found him squeezing through the revolving door with a fat lady, his eyes alert for a lolonde head. He spied it and put on his specs to get a hetter view. My goodness, this time it was a hutter displayl He scanned the hal- cony anxiously. Ah, there she was . . . and she was a swell loolcer . . . a turlcey in fact . . . hetter loolcing than Myrna Loy. He sat helow the halcony and loolced up every other hite. Once he cholced on a string hean and another time he dropped his lcnile on the Hoor, hut she didn't seem to mind. Every once in a while she loolced straight into his eyes . . . those loolcs made his feet tinglel Right then and there he decided he must meet her-fsomehowl 37