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THE HANDOUT
Friday, April 29, 1932
The Handout Transformation-
Official student newspaper pub-
lished by the Student Association Of
Texas, Woman's College every Friday
in the regular school year, at Fort
Worth. Office, second floor Admin-
istration Building.
Entered as second-class matter, Oct.
16, 1931, at the postoffice Fort
Worth, Texas, under the Act of
March 3, 1879."
Subscription Price -.$1.55 per year
EDITORIAL STAFF -*■
Editor-in-Chief..Hollyce Marie Riddle
Issue Editor Sara Lane Martin
Associate Editor ... Jimmie Squyres
Reporters—Mazie Halliday, Marue
Trastle-, - Mary Ferguson, Florence
Fermier, Mary Elma Ludlow, Malvin
Morton, Frances Crain.
BUSINESS STAFF
.1i Jwr' Monk, Sue Dewees, Ladene
Schiveley.
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EPIDEMIC FEARED,
Th* sweet season of the year, so
often eulogized by poet &nd musician,
is close at hand. Not only is its ap-
proach heralded by -the • w'SuTrier !
weather, the bursting of leaf and^
flower into bloom, the singing of
birds, a(>d the scent of hyacinth and
jonquil, but also by the preoccupied
and, at times, dissatisfied counten-
ances of students in the halls.
We wonder if the affliction com-
monly known as spring fel'er will be-
come terribly prevalent this' ycap: It
seems to be a common complaint al-
most every year. So far the epidemic
has not g<me very far, but the symp-
toms are here. Now's the time—pre-
pare yourself. Steel yourself against
the vagrant Whisperings of Spring,
and refuse to let it work its havoc
with your well-ordered mind—and
your grades.—Broadcaster.
— o-— r-
"THE FRESHMAN'S VIEWPOINT
OF THE,JUNIOR."
The honor upheld by various friends
With love and admiration blends
And so we think of the Junior Class
As a whole, and each individual lass.
The Juniors stand by thru thick and
thin
And confidently bet on us to win
And like the good old rising sun
They're pure gold, and oh—what fun.
The Fish stick by .them in word and
deed
For all their warnings we do heed
But cstill we work most on our own
We stand together, and yet alone.
—Ruth Wakeman.
o
TWILIGHT REVERIES.
The last gold shaft of light has faded
now
And twilight spreads her veil of
amethyst
Across the hills of earth. A silver
mist „
Hides the faint blush of day upon her
brow
With gentle hands, twilight hangs
one bright star •- n
Above the village steeple. And the
shrill
Cry of hidden crickets haunt the first
.thrill
Of silence. In the dusk, the tall trees
are
Bent like silhouettes against the sky.
Within the houses, lights come twink-
ling out
And love words scarce are heard
•> ;above a^sliput _
Of fe-iendlinBbs for vague seen paSs-
ers by - 0
As twilifeht scatters dreams' and
holiness
• dod shows Himself ta us . in loveli-
ness. —M.M., '3.3.
Rain to Sunshine
"Isn't this a 'beautiful day?" "So
bright and sunny." "I just love walk-
ing on a day like today." These an<J
similar remarks expressed the anti-
thesis of the true feelings of the
brother arid sister. All were said in
the most sarcastic voice that could
he summoned. Their faces, fastened
to the grouptl, or rather to the mifhic
sea beneath their feet, showed no
more pleasure in the day than their
voices.
Jean and George were halfway to
^e campus, late," and as wet as if
they had accidentally gone swim-
ming.
Rain! why the rain yesterday was
only a sprinkle in comparison. At
leas'? so they felt. B
"Why in the hamnierhandle do We
have to live so far from school. I
wouldn't mind it if we had a way of
getting there. Just look!! Is this a
river? It's supposed,to be a street
Jean griped as. they threaded their
way across a flooded section of the
street.
"Well, all I can say," George re-
turned, "is I'm glad we got these
hip-boots last summer- when we were
in. Maine."
They continued for some time in
silence, giving all their attention to
walking, or better to wading. -.
"Wonder where Ramon is this
morning? Don't suppose he and
Ginger will wait for us, though, to-
day. Their dad took them, I guess,
when he wejit in early this morning.
WHAT a glorious day this tujjg^l
out to hp -
planned o^Tr picnic for today." George
missed his pal and might not have
minded the -weather so much if he
had been along. The brothers, and
sisters had been chums for years.
"Hello, halloo, greeting, and good
morning to you!" called a cheery
voice. "Hop in! I thought we'd catch
up with you. u Your mother said you'd
started. Say, but where's your rod
and reel? Let me go fishing too.
Those are some boots."
Miracle of all wonders! It was
Ginger and Ramon and in that new
yellow and blue sport Ford.
Who minds the rain now?
o
AURORA.
I heard her when she came,
I heard her whispering in the trees,
Her song of voiceless melodies,
Which waked a world to new delight,
Gave liberation from the night.
I heard her when she came.
I saw her when she came
I saw her fairies race around
To sprinkle dew drops on. the ground,
I saw the vestage of the clouds
Make panorama of gref shrouds,
I saw her when ahe camei-
v.. ■ ' t
I saw her when she came.
I knew the light that filled my^pyes -
I knew the glory of the skies
Was but a pathway she'd begun
In preparation for the sun.
T.knew her when she came.'
' M.E.L.
Miss Agnes Hughes, field repre-
sentative who' left in March on her
annual spring campaign to enroll
n£w T. W. C. students, is now in Ca-
nadian, Texas, according' to Miss
Sara Lane Martin, president of the
Hughes West Texas Club. Miss
Hughes does not plan to returri'to the
camp«is for any definite' time until
registration next fall. "
# —o 1-—
Miss Boli.-—In play practice; but
there is no, reason fog your blowing
your nose. >.
•'* • Malvin.—Oh, but there is!
Big Impressions
(Continued from Page One.)
"spiders parlor" and entered' into
small talk.
"And ho'v do you find New York,
Miss McAllister?"
"Wonderful!" exclaimed B^th, "I
have really never seen anything quite
so glittering and throbbing with life."
"It VcSldd be great sport to show
you. how they really put this town
together," sai4 JIarold as he munch-
ed his fourth olive.
"And I imagine the night life is
perfectly glorious after the first,
cocktail,"usaid Beth as she raised her
eyelashes languidly.
Mr. Ballard swallowed a sepd arid
stared. "I—I beg your pardon—".
"You know, a cocktail always re-
freshes me so much before agoing
out."
"Yes, yes^ of course."
"Now the last time Daphne got
drunk—" Daphne who entered just
iri time to hear the last statement,
bulped audibly, and deepened t,o a
crimson hue. „
"Oh, Daphne, do coirtle in. This is
Mr. Ballard—, my sister."
"How do you do?"
'Daphne, ^hose speWh organ's com-
pletely refused to function, managed
a nod„, "Please, please," she thought,
"don't let Beth carry this thing too
far!"
"Won't you have a cigarette?" said
Beth as she passed the case to Har-
old. ' " ' *
Beth awkwardly lighted one for
herself, started confidently to smok-
ing, coughed, and smiled sickly. "My
throat—, I suppose I should switch
to Old Golds." ^
"Yes," smiled Harold, "or £er-
Jiaps a package of "practices" would
w4p,"
"Perhaps, however I've tried them
to som£ extent, but I always return
to my old brand. I- suppose after so
much time one gets fussy that way."
After $ significant glance at her
sister,"Daphne, who had g^infed'con-
trol of her voice, said perfectly, af-
ter six rehearsals under the direction
of Beth,
"If you two' will pardon me, I'll
prepare a light drink."
The Plot Deepens "
Scarcely had five minutes passed
since her departure, when Harold and
Beth were startled by a dull thud.
A pause, a crash, and Daphne enter-
ed the room unsteadily.
"I'll shwear, Beth, Fatherish wine
'sh got more kick than sish gov'ment
mulish."
"Daphne, dear," faltered Beth,
"what is the matter?"
'"S nothing 'tall (hie), 's nothing
'tall. I was tired being New York-
ish 'n drounded my troublish."
At this Beth's lip quivered, and her
eyes filled with tears. "Gee, I've
been a chump! And all to make an
impression. Poor little Daphne," she
sobbed. Suddenly she turned on
Harold and stormed, "Take your 'ole
liquor, cigarettes, and wild parties.
I'm fired of being N^vYorkish too.
I don't chew, smoke, drTftfcv^r spit;
and I don't care if -you knowVt. So
there! And-now that yqw knoV my
dreadful past, you m#y go." Jtetli
ran to the arm chair where Daphne
had suddenly lapsed into slumber.
"Beth, you really don't think I
would," said Harold as he drew
nearer. "I read your 'dreadful past'
in the revolving door when you ..so
beautifully stepped on my corn"; and
as soon as we sober up the kid sister
we're—
Harold suddenly broke off and' ran
to the telephone. ^ A
"Mother, mother, I have found her,"
he s^id excitedly. " "Who? Oh heav-
ens, the old-fashioned girl! Yes, we'll
be over as soon as possible. And
Mother, she doesn't chew, smoke,
drink or spit!"
o ;—
Before Any Exam
(Continued from Page One.)
I'll flunk that exam regardless of
what he might ask. I wish I knew
what the questions are.
He—Aw, fergit it! will you? How
in the deevel I do' you expect me to
ha\e a good time if Vqu keep griping.
Say, cowid" you pass if you had the
"questions?-
She—I most certainly could. I'd
study all morning, then go to class in
the afternoon, knowing it all.
He—If you'll promise not to men-
tion that exam again this evening,
I'll send you; something in the morn-
ing. «
She—O. K. Don't do any good to
gripe anyway. I promise.
•#He—Good girl!
Later—in fact, very much later.
Heroine—Better go to bed, kid.
It's after 2 now, and you've been
' asleep a long time now.
She—Qh! I dreamed I had a date
with somebody and he was going to
send me those exain questions. Bad
words!!!
Compliments
.A
of
Wenzel's Barber Shop
. JUNIOR SPECIAL
Toanted Sandwich, Potato Salad and
Frosted Coca Cola
(30c valut) 25c
SMITH'S CAFE
Just acrtiss the campus
Modern Shoe Shop
Arthur Wilkinson, Prop.
We Don't Cobble your Shoes—We
REBUILD Them!
2B77 Vickery Blvd. Dial 5-1197
Poly Drug Co.
v Cut-rate
Phone 5-4121
Free Delivery
Formerly with N. C. Hall over 13 years
L. H. PENNEy, W^€ttMAKER
Reduced PrtecS^
Phone 6-1614M
, T£xas
Menue *
Flat Work (only) . . . Finished .fr^Zlb. 5c
Family Finish lb. I0c
See JULIA MONK, Mulkey Hall
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