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Stone, Evelyn
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o iscciixu auiig' a nug^e
map of Treasure Island, showing
the route which led to the hidden
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By Pat Rierson
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f til' eoJlepe ,,,0,?' to come to
liaiii'around tl,„ thoughts centered
I ai' tl'ought that 7?” I 1
wli' privacy. Wj, f ^ would have some
'•00m in wl. T"^*^ '' *0 J'avo
luP situdy without ^®ad and
‘lirouvh hrothcr
idiP^ndians? a 0,1 P^ayi^S cowhoy and
ha lie able I feel to
e I'et't 8oineone%! soniething down witli-
I ^ould find it? I thouglit
lege. '*"'• when I came to col-
Af
i!?-'* am 8tilT"^eJ'®r‘: ahnost six months
,,(>1 ’J'e same duestions^^P answers to
ance for this week and is in desperate
need of something, she leaves with a
dollar and an outfit for the next day.
knovr 1»estioi
own (juantitv
0 ‘’•'tuitorv lif„ W| ^ *® problem of
i?> or read .dw ^ down to
c( ;«g- First eot’ne ®
k' ‘elfins me'tplT..""^'"eigl"
Now to get hack to my hook, I think,
nut no, fate has something else in
store for me. The hall crier rushes in
to inform me that Miss Riggers is on
her way to check rooms on our hall
My roommate, who usually does the
cleaning, is in class, and I frantically
dive for the hroom and the duster. I
succeed in getting the room half clean
and myself in a very had humor hy
the time Miss Riggers arrives. After she
leaves I pick up my book again think-
inr. Oh well, C- isn’t so very had.”
[\,t •'o'-s, tellin,, ilw t/"'' ^Inor neigh-
1'" “ / f*: ' '"'"'ly
[»avc a„,| S"",!
" ",'«y "Ce'T, »" ""ir
*l'en- good fortune
n'
tell soniooiic
jy ^'^luinc.
"f a lon^'cLlle ^'“"“'^er. At the end
'eIJs me that sh,^’ ^''1®!' «l'e
‘’"es spent all her allow-
[ll of
fi
This time J get two paragraphs read
lietore I am disturbed again. My “ol«
lady” conies in from class with all the
latest caniims gossip. Since I must know
whats going on, I listen attentively
and occasionally add a word here and
there. A few others join their hull
session and before we know it the hell
lor chaiiel has rung. My hook remains
unread, my lessons unfinished, as 1
wonder what has gone with the morn
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Me Hkjestk
A fair and fickle moimlain
Fill on a different colored dress
Each hour of the lay.
Saving the hrighlesi of all
Until the sun who came to call
Had kissed her farewell.
~~^y Phylli* Ann Gentry.
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