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Show THE DIXIE NEWS, SAINT GEORGE, UTAH THE DIXIE NEWS fellows walked off and left her partnerless. Thank goodness I sat on the bench all the time. y I still make my visit to Grandma Lane, play paper dolls with the Cinder girls who call every other day, take e girls on real jolly by hikes, pay my tithing, teach my primary class, study hard, and write a story now and then but somethings lacking. Dont you suppose I ever wish I could be with Milly and Pal? Why, when I think how Id longed and planned to spend this summer with them at Collins College I wonder if Ill ever outlive the disappointment. Dear old Pal writes shes wearing a diamond and Millys letters are just full of thrills. As for me Im not in his class. I wish I were a man, Anne. Kanesville couldnt hold me. Id forget there were meals to prepare, dishes to wash, and housecleaning to be done. Id leave Kanesville for good and all. Id find a position on some big city paper and meet governors, presidents, ambassadors and notables in every field. Men can do such things, Anne, but feature a woman in Kanesville declaring her intention of doing anything like that! Why shed be branded as an upstart adventuress, an unprincipled girl! I wish I could be a Lindbergh, Anne, and sail the air, receive innovations unheard of before. Or better still, a Captain Kid with a band of loyal cutthroats at my side. Is it worth while, Anne? You have good old Harve and the twins and you didnt have the Trevers to contend with, but youll know. Is it all worth while ? Now, there. I feel better. Forget this little tirade, Anne. I just had to get it off my chest and already I feel like a foolish school girl as if I werent one Loads of love, CLAIRE. This was a new Claire to Anne. Indeed, a wholly perplexing and different Claire. Anne was worried. Harve often found her brooding over it and questioned her, but Claires letter had been sent because she (Anne) would understand and perhaps Harve would not, so she only smiled and said, Nothing, dear. Then a second letter arrived. semi-weekl- Published Subscription Price by the Students of the Dixie College One Dollar Per Year - EDITORIAL STAFF Mary Nelson Eleanor Isom J. L. Bowler .. A. K. Hafen Bee-hiv- Editor in Chief Assistant Editor Assistant Editor Faculty Advisor Athletic Reporter Fun and Philosophy .. .. William Dixon Arvilla Graff BUSINESS STAFF LaVera McArthur LeGene Morris.. - TYPISTS - Business Manager Advertising Manager Bessie Everett and Mary Lyons CLASS REPORTERS Sophomore, Berniece Benson ; Freshman, Elizabeth Loynd ; Fourth Year, Melissa Hopkins; Third Year, George Snow; Second Year, Minnie Seegmiller; First Year, Edna Nelson; Special Contributors: President Nicholes, Mr. Harrison, Mr. Smith, Mr. Reid, Mr. Brimhall, Dorothy Snow and Grace Prince. WINNING STORY AND POEM IN GIRLS' DAY COMPETITION ROMANCE REIGNS (By MARY NELSON) There were no social butterbecause flies in Kanesville Kanesville was only a small town. There were, however, a great many who considered social butterflies themselves which only goes to prove that Kanesvile really was a small town. And that was the reason Claire wrote a certain letter to her sister in Brenton. Claire was neither a social butterfly nor did she for one moment consider herself as such. It was in that respect that Claire differed from the Trevers. The Trevers need a little explanation. They included not only the original family of J. H. Trevers, president of the Kanesville bank, but also the Allertons, Teasdales, the Pendletons who were relatives by marriage. When one married into the Trevers, his identity was lost. In reality he might be a Pendleton or a Teasdale, but henceforth he was classed as the Trevfirs. The family names of Smith ' and Jones had even been sacrificed. The Trevers were not the surviving aristocrats of a former day. They were neither remarkable for illustrious birth nor intellectual capabilities. They were not even remarkable for character which exists independent of birth or education. four They were, in reality, flushers, and clannish to the Nth degree. They enacted their little parts on a private stage and were so intent on impressing their audience (which was the rest of Kanesville) that seldom did a spark of genuineness show itself in their roles. The daughters and sons were at birth endowed with the idea that they were of the elect and henceforth devoted their attention to making other people realize it. Pier-pont- s, There was one exception He had been growing up while Mrs. Trevers had been engaged in the strenuous task of supervising her eldest daughters marriage to a doctor of some :irto. Consequently his social training had been neglected and he was not versed in the art of snobbery like his sister Margaret. Kanesville with one voice declared him a fine fellow. It was to celebrate Larrys admittance to the bar and his return home from his two years at the law school that the s party had been planned. Larry would have liked very much to have had Clare as his partner for the evening. He had even intimated as much to her but Mrs. Trevers could remember a time when she, herself, had held no position on the social ladder of Kanesville and knew that Clares pare its could also remember. It was best that Larry Trevers. Tre-ver- such things should be forgotten. When Larry had mentioned inviting Claire his mother had said, That child! and added, Dont be absurd, Larry. And Larry had gone fishing to work it off. Peggy Trevers, Larrys sister, had afterwards accused him of deliberately snubbing Margaret Teasdale (who at one time had been plain Meg) but he made no reply and stalked out of the house. The matter was duly discussed by mother and daughter, but Larry was unperturbed. Of course Claire could know nothing of the family scene. Of one thing, however, she did know something. She liked Larry Trevers, perhaps, more than she. would admit herself, and was equally sure that he liked her. But it was here that the Trevers loomed up. Claire was acutely aware of the opposition they would raise if she and Larry should ever attempt to fall back into the old friendliness that had once existed. And yet that was just what she wanted to do.. Claire was beginning to revolt. Because her tears did not relieve the hurt, Claire wrote to Anne, for Anne would under- ! stand : Dearest Anne: I am casting aside all conven- It read: tions that say I should begin Anne Dear this letter by asking how you all are and how many As the twins got in school last month, because I can think of nothing but myself. Im perfectly miserable, Anne. I could let one of the tears running down my cheek this very minute light on this paper for proof if I didnt know that with you such proof is unnecessary. I guess Brenton papers are full of accounts of the Trevers party Mrs. Trevers would see to that. If so, and you "have read them, you have the key to my heartache. Honestly, though, Anne, it wasnt the party that hurt me, but the fact that well that Larry wanted me to go and I wasnt considered in his class. Oh, no, he didnt ask me to go, but he. wanted to. I know he did. You believe me Anne? Meg Teasdale (Margaret for short now) dropped into the shop yesterday to buy some She gloves. casually hinted that Larry had taken one of her others foolish boy you know how shed say it. It was all for my special benefit and I hate her. I wonder if she thinks I possibly could have forgotten what a homely she was when we were in high school wall-flow- er together and attended the dances together. I can see her now rushing out on the floor the minute the music started and running back when all the I : hate her. know its I hate her. I wicked, but I do. Shes got such a sweet, nice manner on top and underneath shes positively cattish. After the presentation of our mutual play Thursday night the cast decided to go some place for a little party. I suggested that we might all go over to our place and take up the carpet and dance to the Victrola, but Margaret took the reins into her own hands. Oh, we couldnt think of running in while your mothers not feeling well. Wed better stage it over home. You see the rugs are already up and we can get the latest hits over the radio, she said sweetly. While mothers not feeling well! Imagine it, Anne. Mother, who has scarcely seen a sick day in her life! She just naturally purred that excuse out, Anne, and no one even noticed it. She isnt one to bother with trifles, and I certainly was a trifle that night. Suffice to say we all went over to her home. While outwardly palavering all over me she subtly made me feel as if I were at my very worst that night. She made me feel as if she had peered through a nice impressive outer robe I was wearing and saw a shriveled up, insignificant being inside. She kept smiling at me as if to say, Yes, dear, I know, but I wont give you away. I felt literally wilted all ning. He teased me about being so reticent, but how could I explain to him ? Im sure he would have thought me silly. He didnt understand because her coquetry was just as effective as ever. He isnt ex- wasnt endowed were small ? gifts Or sit and read, and talk you Or in the cool spring evening, To take her for a walk? you Do you help her find amuse- with an aptitude for playing Those days so far away. the spiders role? Goodness, Can you close your eyes and that sounds real wistful, doesnt hear again it? Nevertheless I wonder An echo sounding clear, sometimes. Of a sweet voice from long ago, Now, Anne, read this all over A voice to your memory dear. again. What did you notice this Singing an evening lullabye, time. Queer, isnt it, but I As you sat there, just you haven't once mentioned any two ? names. You followed me through Do you recall that golden past, didnt you? I knew you would. When your mother mothered CLARIE. you? But this was all before Claires third letter came about Do you ever think of those two months later : childhood ills Dear Old Anne: That always came somehow? Do you remember that imAnd the cooling touch of tender I pulsive letter I sent you? hands hope not. I shall never write your fevered brow? another like it. I am going to Upon Of an anxious face that oer write you a true fairy story you bent, this time. And never left your To begin with, Ill thank you many times she cared for the glass slippers. Oh, pracfor you, tical Anne, of course they were Do you remember now? not glass, but' black satin She read you bedtime stories, pumps though they were, they And sang to you at night, shall always be the glass slipShe kissed you softly, tucked pers to me. Anne, you always you in, did insist that I took a four And then turned off the light; and a half slipper instead of a a thousand other little four (a fact I never appreci- 0, ated) and you were wrong, but Shethings, was always there to do ; bless your heart, Im glad yor, Do you remember all those persisted and sent me the large times ones. You see, I wore them to the Prom and had a deucedly When your mother mothered you? hard time trying to keep them on but a deucedly good time at that. Mrs. Trevers and Peggy And do you recall as you older have gone abroad and consegrew quently it was Larrys night And had troubles of your own off, so to speak. Margaret was You sometimes were discouraged there in all her royal regalia and it did my heart good to see And felt you were alone? her fail utterly in her attempt But there was always one best friend to cajole Larry from my side. Then it was my turn. Larry A girl could ever have, was obviously attentive to me Who shared your cares and and I thought Id stage an act troubles, for Margaret, so when we three Besides those of her own. were alone I just casually said: Remember how happy she always looked Well, I must skip along, folks. When you achieved success ? My cousin just wrote that she was arriving with her fiance How hard she tried to conceal her pride and another dashing gentleman and would I please board them You, even now, cant guess. over night. Of course I said And when you failed, she would cheer you up, Yes, and though I hate to leave the party Im sure Ill be Till youd start with hope anew. entirely recompensed by the were many, many ways There sight of a dashing gentleman in which for a change. You see, Anne, Your mother mothered you. I was perfectly sure of Larry. I turned on my heel and pretended to leave the dance hall. And now that your mother is older. I slipped behind the door and did a little cautious evesdrop-pin- And her hair is turning gray, I tickled me when Larry said to Margaret, Im dead tired tonight. Guess Ill run side--Thos- e g. along home. I surely moved quickly. I was out from behind the door and half way down the block before I realized I was minus a slipThe Ellisons have just per. graveled that walk past their house and the little rocks on my stockinged foot were not right comfortable, so I climbed up on the old rock wall for a minute. My bit of strategy worked. Larry went bounding past me and he was carrying my slipper! I let him have a little run and then I called him. He came running back and climbed up on the wall beside me. Its none of your business what he said to me. You and Harve were two as d people as I ever saw when I wanted to know all about it. This is just to let you know that Cinderella lost her slipper, that the prince found it and that they are to be married and live happily ever after. CLAIRE. ments? Say have how Do you daughter MY moth- NICHE Winning Second (Poem Place) Were I much taller than I am, I might, perhaps, reach to the pole. Were I an actress. Id perform A Bernhardt, or an Adams role. If I could sing with voice of gold the weary hours along. The gates of heaven could not hold The glorious cadence of my song. . To help If I could write as some men can, With pretty word or flowery phrase, Id dare the world to put a ban Upon the freedom of my lays. 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