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FALLING IN LOVE

ing. We fell in love, Eddie. Not at first sight, understand! We were far too slow, as it were.

On an Indian summer day did we realize that we were in love. We could no more study our first-year algebra lesson than we could fox trot, in those days when fox-trotting was yet undiscovered. Finally we turned around in our seat and leaned our arm on Rose's desk. She told us to turn around,- that she was trying to study, and that the teacher was looking. We answered that we didn't want to turn around. It was true, too. We didn't want to turn around. Persons who are in love never want to turn around, so we have been told. We didn't turn around, either. Wouldn't that have been cowardly to retreat in confusion simply because we were told to do so? Faint heart never would have won Rose. Honest, Eddie, faint heart never would!

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It didn't last long, Eddie. elbow with her chubby fist. and ordered the editorial us of us to come up and sit in the corner with our face toward the wall. She also moved Rose's seat to the other side of the room. Romance was lost in the scuffle, as you are wont to say. Yes, it was a sad ending, Eddie. If only the teacher had been reading a letter from the man she knew in college! But such is the way of the world, Eddie!

THE MOUSE AND THE LION

In these days of student government it is interesting to note the ingenuity of the various associations in making rules and regulations concerning the actions of undergraduates. The Student-Government Association of one university has devised a point system that eliminates a student from getting over forty points credit in activities each year.

Are such rules needed anywhere? Isn't the situation something similar to that of the mouse and the lion? This fable is different from the lion and the mouse.

There was once a mouse, and he was a prosperous and law-abiding animal. He was going about his business one day and he met a lion. The lion put his paw in front of the mouse and ordered the other to stop. The lion explained that he desired to help the smaller animal in every possible way, and consequently he had decided that he would direct everything that the mouse did. The mouse explained that he was more than paying expenses, and that he didn't need such care. The lion did not believe that an animal so small was in a very prosperous condi

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tion. He refused to listen to the pleadings of the mouse and proceeded to restrict and restrain the mouse in every way.

The mouse didn't grow larger, as the lion had expected. The opposite result took place. The mouse began to get thinner and thinner. By that time the lion had forgotten all about the mouse. The mouse and the lion are still living, but the mouse is having a hard time of it.

Is it worth while for lions to regulate the habits of mice? When the mice become thinner and thinner, isn't it time for the lions to come back and make an efficiency survey of their rules and regulations?

IMAGINARY CONFESSIONS

They must be had. It

“Our problems of life are dress and men. Perhaps our third greatest problem is the matter of dates. It might be listed under the general subject of men, but it deserves special attention. We think of dress, men, and dates just about all our spare time. College girls have funny ideas about men. Many girls have lost all perspective concerning them. They think of men as they do of new dresses. doesn't matter especially as to the kind of material, just so we can have a sort of background to show us off. Girls without fellows are as flowers without persons to appreciate them. We just want to have a man handy, because that is what is known as popularity. We have to play a continual game of bluff, in a great many ways, in order to keep them coming, but it's all in the game, so we do it."

Can you imagine some popular university girl making some such confession? We confess that heaps of imagination are required for even conceiving the possibility of such a thing, and yet don't a great many girls sort of feel ashamed of themselves at times? Don't a great many

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IMAGINARY CONFESSIONS

persons get a trifle disgusted at the apparent necessity of leading a fashion-plate existence? We wonder how many girls and fellows hate to dance? We wonder how many girls who are worth a baker's dozen of the insignificant butterflies feel at times when they get away from the call of the dance orchestra? Don't think that we believe that social activities are not worth while, for that is not correct. Don't think that we are trying to be sarcastic because there are many who enjoy such diversions more than we. We are trying to make shoes that will fit a certain type of girls and men. If the fit is perfect, better take a second thought about such an imaginary confession as we have written. What sort of confession would you like to make, if there were no orthodox persons within hearing distance?

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