Technala . y going to elope—but when?—the noteforgot to say. There was nothing left for us to do but watch and find out. The very next morning he sent for her. Ever on the alert we followed her foot-steps to his private office. We were full of curiosity—please dont blame us forwhat we did. We hid. we listened, we heard: He: Wont you. please? She (sadly): No, I cant. Our worst fears were confirmed. She had refused him. Then again: He (pleadingly): I wish I could make you see it as I do. I really think youhave the wrong idea. Cant you see that you .are the one to tell them? She: But why tell the
Technala . y going to elope—but when?—the noteforgot to say. There was nothing left for us to do but watch and find out. The very next morning he sent for her. Ever on the alert we followed her foot-steps to his private office. We were full of curiosity—please dont blame us forwhat we did. We hid. we listened, we heard: He: Wont you. please? She (sadly): No, I cant. Our worst fears were confirmed. She had refused him. Then again: He (pleadingly): I wish I could make you see it as I do. I really think youhave the wrong idea. Cant you see that you .are the one to tell them? She: But why tell them at all? He: I .-in] one of the faculty—but why go through with that discussion again? —you see it is my duty to let the Dean know about it. You see. dont you? She: If you could only forget about duty this once—but it it must be told, itmust. (Impulsively) Ill till her. He: I am so glad that you see it right at last, but remember I wont be so pa-tient if you ever cut class again. Rith FT; .ii.;.1];!., • ji 1 ^W^K |T T¥ lir^i ? ft — __r — —^Z—jjf Kj^.a, .Miss : Dimp Hands! A Lemon On a tree il hung like a star of gold, Amid green leaves supported there; I longed tn pluck it and take a taste, It looked so bright and fair. It was plucked by another— I sigh no more For the bright-skinned beauty I saw from the door. Though bright was its skin, Twas sour as could be A lemon it was. Which hung on the tree. In the door she stood, and her waving hair Gleamed brighter than gold in the morning sun; I longed to know her. to win her heart; She looked like a peerless one. She was won by another— I sigh no more For the bright-haired maiden Who stood in the door. Her hair may be bright. But shes cross as can lie; In more than one way. Like a lemon is she. Ruth AckerSo.
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