isa-normaladvance-1903-00090

Description:	90THE NORMAL ADVANCE.Lets go to the theater and try to imagine we arcback in New York.Randall agreed, in the hope that the amusementwould help him to forget the sweet, haunting face,for his common sense had forced him to resolveagain that he would shut it out of his mind.The play was intensely interesting and it hadthe effect that Randall had hoped for, but as hemade his way out of the crowded lobby his eyeswandered searchingly from one face to another.Suddenly his fist was thrust into his pocket. Heleft Terry and pressed his way through the crowd,for he had recognized, an old school friend whomlie had not seen for years. The meeting was ahappy surprise J both and, after talking a fewmoments, he left her, with the promise to call verysoon and renew the friendship of former days.Doesnt it just beat the deuce, Terry, he said,after he had again joined his friend, that I havebeen right here in the same town with Lucy Hathaway all this time and didnt even know it untiltonight? Terre Haute is not so small, after all.Whos Lucy Hathaway ? asked Terry.She was one of the best friends I had when wewere at Cornell—the j oiliest girl I ever knew—but after we graduated and I went to Europe wedrifted apart. Oh, but I was glad to see her tonight ! Shes teaching in the State Normal, overon Sixth street. Im going to call on her the veryfirst evening I can get off.You surely wont be so selfish as to go alone,said Terry.Randall did not reply. He was thinking that,with the jolly comradeship of Lucy Hathaway, hewould easily forget the face in the picture.A few evenings later he dressed with the greatest care and walked out North Sixth street untilhe found a certain big grajr mansion that LucyHathaway had described to him. When she methim in the hall she said: Jack, I want you to meetall my girls. Oh, didnt I tell you that I have adozen young ladies here under my care? You maybe Sure that, with my dignified self as a,constantexample, their manners are of the most approvedprisms and prunes form.Randall smiled he could not associate anythingin the nature of prisms and prunes with Lucy.He had no time to say so, for he was at once ushered into a large room, at the far end of whichseveral girls were grouped about the piano.He was introduced to one after another, butbefore the ordeal was over his fist had forgottenthe requirements of politeness and was vainly seeking for a pocket in his dress suit.He stammered in a confused way as he bowedto the girl with the dimples and the blushes.Randall never again tried to forget that charming face. He called often at the big gray houseand Miss Hathaway believes that before anotheryear one of the lot that was for sale will be biddenoff. Laura Blackburn.A boy of a musical turn of mind,Once sat at the library table,His head upon his hand inclined,To work, he seemed unable.He watched a Mary and John close byAs Face to Face they sat With never a thought of neighbors nigh,They chatted their Tit for Tat.Chime On, Sweet Bell, they do not hear,No sound can them surprise For John talks on without a fearTo The Maid With the Dreamy Eyes.Oh, Tell Me Pretty Maiden, are—Again the bell rang out.The students gazed from near and farThen broke into a shout.Anon the librarian tapped the bell-A warning to these two For by that act she meant to tell,Ive Got My Eyes on You.Thought the musical boy, If I but knewThose two, Id tell them soon,Theyd better all their talking doOn a Sunday Afternoon. A Soph.
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Collection:	Indiana State University Archives

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