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n will DC Haw V-.UU, secietary or ^^rpneon Hon or Club. StrouD Dormitorv of- of Proctor and Gamble’s Crisco Award to the “Q|J'U yJJ /ill th| r T reasurc tn H eaven Gn All the way home from the bridge party Joan was bothered by a feeling of deep depression. It wasn’t, she told herself angrily, Patty’s new home, or other girls’ new homes, or her and Bill’s fail ure to keep up with the rest of them. No. The trouble lay deeper than that, in a sudden revealing truth that made her want to fight the world fiercely in Bill’s behalf. Ordinarily, her own street filled her with a warm consciousness of hominess and peace. She loved the tall oak trees whose leaves floated gently to the ground; the tidy green lawns; the fragrance of roses and honeysuckle mixed with the even more homey odors of cook ing; the low, overhanging eaves and wide hospitable windows that seemed to bid one rest awhile. But today she was seeing these houses, particularly her own, with new eyes. She was seeing their oldness, their shahbiness, their complete outdatedness. And for the first time in their seventeen years of marriage, she was actually seeing Bill as a fail ure, too. What was it that kept him in the same spot year after year, never moving, never pro gressing, while all their school and college friends had passed them by and, seemingly, advanced out of sight? Was it lazy contentment or an unwillingness to fight? As she got out of the car and went toward the house, the door opened and Denny, twelve, bare footed, shirttail out, hair un combed, met her with an injured air. “Gosh, Mom, when do we eat?’’ Glancing at the clock, he added, “It’s already after five.” Pam, fifteen, and busily engaged in plucking lovely eyebrows above a childish, upturned nose, sniffed disgustedly without looking up. “Eat! All that creep ever thinks about is his stomach.” Denny looked from his sister to his mother. “Mom,” he said, “Can’t you do something about her? Honest, pluckin’ her eye brows! How dumb you get?” Flat on her back on the couch, HILLTOP—PAGE FOUR vorld feet propped against the wall, Connie, sixteen, covered the tele phone receiver with her hand and hissed, “Quiet, dopes!” “It’s that drippy boy friend of hers,” explained Denny. “Two solid hours of nothin’! ilom, isn’t there some way to make her—” “Get lost,” Connie retaliated in a tight voice. “Children! children!” protested Joan wearily. “Quit quarreling! And Pam, please leave your eye brows alone.” The back door slammed sud denly and Joan winced involun tarily as it shook the whole house. “Mom; Oh Mom!” all sixty pounds of Sandy, who was seven, burst into the room excitedly. “I’m hungry! and so’s Daddy,” she added as a clincher. Bill was home, and Joan began guiltily to fly around preparing a MORRIS MASON quick meal: warmed-over roast, instant potatoes, frozen peas, a bought cake. As she worked swift ly, the disturbing thoughts that had taken root at the party that afternoon continued to tease and torment her: Frieda Hawkins’ re mark that brought her to a sudden realization of Bill’s failure; her own swift anger toward Frieda, and toward the others who, by their ver>- silence, it seemed to her, agreed in Frieda’s criticism of Bill. Usually a day with her old school friends left her in a glow. She had looked forward to this particular party so much, since it was held at Patty’s new home. It was her first view of her school friend’s new home, and even though she loved bridge, she had been unable to keep her mind on the game. For her eyes kept traveling almost enviously about her, and she could not but com pare her home to the shining per fection around her: the huge brick fireplace, the wall-to-wall carpet ing, the lovely front, and the telling rr plete with brafl^-^^ol bus outdoor furniturf.^eited i Pinecrest Estt'j} elusive and hif could Patty anJ^n ' this lavishness, s j’^ construction wasn t much, b' j was a construct^ ^ rememhered had started out had bypassed hAg ^and tc frankly admitted j ole apple.” “Cfffgi/ag that pedestal, ' Bill. Bill’s reply, - • leaves me out,” ? OWEN of him. She had, . for his honesty denly, it seemedlonday me fault. There tffup at six, being too hones' started good. When it te to schoc and butter, you', I pulled future of your ®ur princi; to change. Esp^n to go up and time, when boy’s rou so keen. miles of di j , . .rouble m It wasn t or one by on ^ friends had mo'j blossomed out ''on as I n clothes, and ‘’Ii pick-up expensive vacat'i, I glance could brag abouhmand a gave? Was it Growing a so, they didn’t V eyes bad they’d all staftHhat the t: same time. ’ tne had to remember wh when ivlanlyii n , “Guess wluat, gijngggi^ ^[^g going to Honol.j Joan did not j'back of th of delight, but ''group of ( said, “How nk^me, and t 'Fhen Vrici^^ disc looked at her u' new homes neW,^ you and Bill, Mr. Stor if you can do g.^jjgj feel I’m getting,gj.g (Cont. on For evening, A
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