h. Grasping the pommel, she looked
miserably at the long neck swaying in front of her. Two long ears
fascinated her. Up and down, up and down. Ah! why didn't he stop? She
attempted to shriek, but only succeeded in emitting faint gasps as
"Dolly" swerved to avoid a small hole. Inside she seemed to be jolted
to pieces. Her heart shook her chest, and a giddy feeling overpowered
her. Her vision blurred, and her breath came in short gasps.

"Dolly" had now slowed down to a walk, but to Mary this was the
wildest of gaits. Every minute she fully expected to die on the spot.
She couldn't stand it another second. She couldn't--she couldn't!

"Time is up, Miss," announced a cheery voice. "Do you wish to
dismount?"

Mary came up from the depths of agony, and hope lit her face.

"Oh-h-h!" she moaned. "Yes, I--Yes! Yes!"

She was lifted, or rather dragged, off, she didn't know which, didn't
care as long as she was off. The ground seemed to come up to meet her.
Why didn't things stand still? Even the unsuspicious "Dolly" appeared
to be performing grotesque antics. Mary took a step, just one. It was
not necessary for her to take more to realize that she was very stiff.
"Heavens!" She slowly gathered up her coat and hat, and limped
painfully out of the Academy. Now she could realize that an amateur,
in riding anyway, had her troubles in walking!

VIRGINIA LEFFINGWELL, '26.

TERESA

Teresa is my aunt's black cat;
She plays with this, she plays with that--
A tassel green, a string to tug,
A fleck of light upon the rug
Give her imagination fire.

And then she sleeps all in a ball
Beside the hearth out in the hall.
She loves to warm herself this way,
And dreams, this time, about her play--
While cuddled up she purrs and purrs.

When tea time comes, she's always there,
Beside my aunt's old walnut chair;
Her big green eyes are bright with glee,
Her chin sinks in a creamy sea,
And her ecstasy is complete.

MARY BRACKETT, '26.

BOOKS I SHOULD LIKE TO WRITE

It is last period on a long, sleepy, particularly humdrum day at
school. Shirley sits trying to concentrate on a history text-book, but
her mind will wander, despite her really noble efforts to distinguish
the Valerian Laws from the Licinian Laws.

"What an idiotic law to have to make!" she mutters resentfully. "But
I'm sure I shouldn't be so dumb in History if I had an interesting