THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-ELEVEN III
explain that she was wearing goloshes at the time. Now, of course, maybe his own perfect
carriage might be marred by goloshes, so we would summon her—and watch her, unaware.
This he did. He sent for the lady in question, and made her walk up and down the
room, while he followed, with eyes riveted upon her hips. After she had gone, he shook his
head sadly. It was too true. She did waddle. “I wonder,’ mused Mr. King, “if there
is any physical deformity !’——Oh, the innocence of man!
There were other parts, too, which Mr. King had “picked at a glance.” When Jeanne
mysteriously told Leila, after that first meeting, that Mr. King had given her (Leila) a part
which he said no one else in college could do, for three weeks Leila strutted about—and
ignorance was bliss indeed. Finally she was presented with a red calico dressing gown,
which must have cost all of thirty-nine cents, and told that her part would consist in
sitting on a fence for three solid hours, and not saying a word. Still, there were compensa-
tions: certain exquisite lines, such as “Soft, here come the harvesters! Ten to one they sing
a song of mowing,” which helped to keep her “cheery and bright.”
There are many more happenings to tell of: how Barb longed to try Bottom, and
Georgina yearned for Titania; of how Iki volunteered to be the “artificial ass” and brayed
joyfully straight through the play; and Aggie acted one whole performance with her
Titanic arm in a black silk sling. But Leila says this article is getting to be too long, so
with a brief Anassa for May-Day, I shall cease.
CaTHERINE LyMAN DELANO.
