Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-11-01

frowned. and enjoyed being aloor.
A c'assmate named Stewart Snyder
q competent bulky young man in
gray flannel shirt, u rusty black bow
tie, and the gree1-and purple. clas
cap, grumbled to her as they walked
behind the others in the muck Of thu
South St. Paul 4stockyards, These col.
lege chumps make me tired. They're
so top-lofty. They ought to of, work
ed on the farm, the way I have. These
workmen> put it all ever them"
Just love common workmeu,'
glowed Carol.
"only you d~on't-xant to, forget thai
common workmen don't think they'r.
common!"
You're right! I apologize" Car.
OILS brows lifted in the astonishmeht
OF emotion. in a glory Of abasement
Her eyes mothered the world. Stew.
art Snyder peered at her. He ram.
med his large red fists into hisp ock.
cts, he jerked them out, he resolutel3
got rid Of them by clenching hi
hands behind him, and he stammtred
Il know. You get people. Most On
these darn co-eds-say, Carol, YOU
could do q lot for people"
"How"
> "Oh-oh .well-you know-eympa.
thy and everythinE-if you were-sa,
you were a lawyers wife. You'd un.
derstand his clients. I'm going to be
a lawyer. I admit I fall down in sym.
patty sometimes get 50 dbg-gone
impatient with people that, can't stand
the gaff. You'd be good for a fellow
that was too serious. Make him more
know-sympathetic!"
His slightly poutine lips, his mastin
eyes,,swere begging her to beg him to
on nm -y Sn0 Ma 80
roller of his sentiment. She cried
"OhL see those poor sheep-millionf
and millions OF them" She darted
on.
Stewart was not interesting. He
hadn't a shapely white neck, and he
had never lived among celebrated re-
formers. She wanted, just now, tc
have a cell in q 1ettlement-house, like
a nun without the bother Of black
robe, and be kind, and read Bernard
Shaw, and enormously improve a
horde OF grateful. poor.
The supplementary reading in soclo.
logy led her to a book on village-im-
MISUNDERSTANDING, town page.
ants, girls clubs. 1t had pictures OF
greens and garden-walls in France
New England, Pennsylvania. She had
picked 1t up ~carelessly. with a sigh,
yawn which she patted down with her
finger-tips as de'icately as a cat.
She dipped into the book, loungine
on her window-seat, with her slim
'lisle-stockinged legs crossed, and hel
knees up under her chin. She stroked
a satin pillow while she read. HAbou,
her was the clothy ,exuberance Of a
Blodgett College room: cretonne-cov-
cred window peat, photographs OF
girls, a CARBON print Of the Coliseum
"a cha fjnD.diSh Hlor1 n J01an -S112-,~
embroidered or beaded or pyro.
graphed. Shockins]y out OF, place
was "a miniature of the Dancing BAG
chante. 1t was the only trace Of Car
oil in the room. She had inherited
the rest from generations OF girl stu.
dents.
It was a part Of all this common.
placeness that she regarded. the treat
ise on village-improvemert. But she
suddenly stopped %fidgetinE. She
strobe into the book. She had fleo
halfway through it before the three
O'Clock bell called ner to the class in
English history.
She sighed, That's what I'll do
after college! I'll set my hands or
one Of these prairie towns and make
1t beautiful. Be an inspiration.
suppose I'd better become a teacher
then, butt won't be that kind Of q
teacher. I won't drone. Why should
they have all the garden suburbs on
Long Island? Nobody has done my
thing with the ugly towns here in the
Northwest except hold REVEALS and
build Libraries to contain: the Elsie
books. I'll make 'em put In a village
green. and darling cottages. and a
quaint Main Street,"
Thus she trumphed through the
CLASS. which wR0 a fvnjNo1 RlrH oar,
contest between a. dreary teacher and
unwilling children OF twenty, won by
the TEACHER because mis- opponents had
to answer his questions, while their
treacherous queries he could counter
by demanding, Have you looked that
up in the library? Well then, suppose
you dol"
The history instructor was a. retired
minister. He was sarcastic today. He
begged OF sporting young Mr.. Charley
Holmberg, Now Charles, would It in
pursuit Of that malevolent fly i'll were
to ask you to tell us that you do no,
know anything about King John p
He spent three delightful minutes in
assuring himself of the fact that no
one exactly remembered the late OF
'Magna Charta.
Carol did not hear him. She was
completing the root OF a half-timber-
ed town hail, She had found one
mar IN the prairie village who did not
appreciate her picture of winding
streets andarcades. but she had as
sembled the town council and dra-
matically defeated hmi.
Though she was Minnesota-bo born
Carol was not an intimate of the
prairie villages. Her father. I the
smiling and shabby, the learned and
teasingly Kind, had come from l1assa-
chusetts. and through all her child
hood he had been a Judge Id Manka.v,
which Is not a parirte town, but in its
garden-sheltered streets and aisles OF
eims u white and green New England
reborn. Mankato lies between cliffs
ana the Minnesota River, hard by
Traverse des Sioux. where the first
made treaties with the Indi-
ans, and the c~attle-yustlers once came
galloping before hell-for-leathef
AZ she climbed along tho banks of
the dark river Carol listened to Its
fables about the wide. Land OF yellow
waters and bleached buffalo bones to
the West; the Southern levees and
singing darktes and palm trees toward
which It was forever mysteriousiy
gliding; and she heard again the
startled bells and thick putting OF
river steamers wrecked
on sand-reefs sixty years ago. Along
the decks she saw missionaries, gam
blers in tall pot hats, and Dakota
chiefs with scarlet blankets. =. Far
of whistles at night, round. the, river
bend plunklng paddles re-echoed by
the pines. and q glow on b~lack$sliding
waters.
Carols family wefeself-sufticient in
their inventive life, with Chyistras a
rite full Of surprises AMI tendernss ID,
ana dressing up partics'M lsponrA-
neous and jor0usly absurd. The
beaSta in tho Malford aarfh.yo~tbc