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First'Second'Third Academic Prize Essay
A FABLE
Once upon a time long, long ago there lived in France a lovely lady whose name was Madeleine. She was young and beautiful, and as her father was wealthy she lived in great luxury. She had beautiful clothes and servants to wait upon her, but she was rather spoiled because all her life she had had her own way. She never did anything she didn’t want to, and she had got into the very bad habit of
never washing her face. But as she had much expensive rouge and powder and lipstick, nobody ever discovered this trait of hers.
One day Madeleine received an invitation from Prince Randolph for a series of balls lasting a week. Of course Madeleine was thrilled, and when she told her father he said, “Daughter, if you make yourself look very beautiful the prince may want to marry you, ” and Madeleine expressed her desire for this to happen.
The night of the ball Prince Randolph found Madeleine decked in a gold spangled dress with her hair arranged according to the latest fashion. Her lips and cheeks were, as usual, artificially rosy. She was so glamorous that the prince fell madly in love with her, and this the lady perceived with great inward glee.
The evening after she was even more entrancing, and the next night the prince proposed. But on the fourth evening something dreadful occurred.
Madeleine had not washed her face for the last two weeks, and all this time powder and rouge had grown thicker and heavier. So as she twirled with Prince Randolph in a waltz, she felt something crack on her face. She kept on dancing, though, when suddenly she heard something fall beside her, and looking down saw a little pink and white cake. She felt her face, and there was an empty space on her cheek. Everyone was staring at her and laughing, and she knew, to her great dismay, that her makemp had grown so thick it had cracked and fallen off. She fled the room in great shame, and from then on she never showed her face outside her own house again.
B. B., ’44.
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