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fortune-teller. She was helping the old woman in her business and writ­ ing nursery jingles for extra money. She could not be persuaded to leave and there she remains.”
“ Who’d have thought it!” gasped Laura. “ Alice always did have a leaning toward poetry but 1 never thought she would turn out in that
fashion.”
“ Nelle, dear old Nelle !” I continued. “ Wasn’t she a fine girl ? Well,
you’ll never guess. She’s an athletic' instructor at the Charleston Sem­ inary. All her pupils adore her and she has a very happy time teaching hockey and basketball, besides keeping up a small house for her husband, a travelling salesman. He sells shoes, I think.
“Julia was quite a disappointment to me. I expected so much of her, hut she ran off with a Canadian trapper and lives ’way up north in the wilds of Canada. She has a young son whom she is planning to send to
Princeton. I can’t believe that she really likes it up there. 1 know she’ll break away some day and come hack to her old life.”
A dead silence fell between us. We were both lost in a deep reverie through which youthful figures of the past Bitted light-heartedly. Laura, with her chin sunk on the palm of her hand, her elbow on the table, was toying absently with the knife beside her plate. Suddenly she started, smiled retrospectively, pulled her coat over her shoulders and arose. I
followed her out to the door and into a near-by taxi. I'he journey to the air-station was unbroken by speech, except for occasional dilatory conversation.
When we were ready to start, Laura thanked me warmly and climbed into her machine saying she could find her way back safely. I watcheci her long, low plane with its powerful lines sweep gracefuly into the air and out of sight, then I climbed into my own little Bivver and started off, the engine knocking, the wings creaking, and the whole battered affair
moaning with old age. Laura Butterfield, ’23.
From a 6th Grade composition: “To the left was a small but well- filled cemetery.)J
Question: “What was the first English Farce?” A. H . : “ Gamma Gertie’s Garter.”