Lament (Continued from page 17) "No." "I just don't know what the young people are going to do. It's a fright the way things are." "Nuts. Guess I'll go back to bed." "There must be some way you can get a job." "Hell, I don't need to work. You know what the teacher up there said?" "What?" "Said that the students that get all A's in school turn out to be teachers; the ones that get B's get to be businessmen, and the ones that get C's are the ones that make the money. In that case I'm gonna to be rollin' in dough." "I'll bet if that girl you're going with heard you talkin' like that, she'd quit going with you." "Nuts. Ain't goin' to marry her anyway. Can't if I don't get a job." "You sure won't get any place talking that way. You can't get a job if you don't try." "Don't think workin' in an office would do me much good anyway. Wish I'd taken a trade up to school. Auto mechanics or somethin'." "That reminds me. Your dad wants to know how those scratches got on the car." "Scratches? What scratches?" "You know what scratches I mean." "Oh, you mean. . . . Yeh, I saw 'em too. Neighbor's kids probably been monkeyin' around." "Your dad said they were brush scratches." "Brush scratches? Nuts." "You can't fool your dad. You might as well own up to it." "Well. . . . Ah, nuts. Dammit, it's Jane's fault." "What do you mean? I thought she was such a nice girl." "We were drivin' by the golf course after the dance, just cruisin' along there and she gets the idea she wants to watch the moon from the number seven tee. I guess we sort of drove through some bushes. You know, I think Jane is unreasonable sometimes." "Ted Burton, you've been drinking again." "Nuts. We only had a couple of beers. It's just her. She gets some damn funny ideas sometimes. If she's going to make demands like that, I don't know if I want to marry her or not. Probably be like that couple across the street. Only been in that house three weeks, and already she's after him to get inside plumbing." "Well, I happen to know they are very happy. People who don't have everything usually are." "Yeh? I don't know where you got that idea." "It's the truth. People who have to scrimp and save seem to have a better time of it." "Sounds like baloney to me." "Your dad started as an office clerk. Lots of good men started in small jobs." "Yeh? What's the death rate in San Juan County got to do with the hardening of cement?" "Ted Burton, what are you talking about?" "Well, it makes just as much sense." "You don't make sense to me sometimes. Hurry up with your breakfast. It's almost nine o'clock." "I don't see any sense in going down and seein' that cluck." "Now, don't be disrespectful. I've got a feeling you're going to get the job." "You're probably thinkin' of three other guys. I couldn't get a job if it was handed to me on a platter." "Well, go try just once more." "Nuts. These bosses give me pain in lots of places." "I'll give you one if you don't hurry and get down there." "Okay. Okay. Where's my coat?" "You know very well where it is." "Say, Ma. I just remembered. Dad told me to paint the screens." "Getting a job is more important right now. Now git." "Aw, nuts. Wish it would rain or somethin'." Shadow of the Puritan (Continued from page 21) always will be horribly disfigured." "We must be going now before it gets too dark," Mother said. As we strolled towards the car, several Mennonites fol' lowed to get another look at us and the car. While drawing the keys from his pocket, John accidentally dropped a tax token. Grown-ups and children alike dropped to the ground to find it. The one who secured it handed it reluctantly to John. "Keep it, if you like," John suggested. The group crowded around the proud owner to view his priceless gem. Seeing the enthusiasm that surged from those isolated people* Mother opened her purse, and, finding more tax tokens, she passed them out. Large hands, small hands, hard hands and soft hands stretched to receive one. The rest of us followed Mother's example. Soon nearly the whole village was there. We searched about for more gifts when our token supply was exhausted. Popcorn prizes were all we could find. These aroused even more enthusiasm. One of the more curious members of the group pulled and twisted the controls on the instrument panel of the car. Suddenly the radio blared out and he jumped back in great fright. Some of the children began to cry. Marcia remarked later that she knew swing was not the best type of music, but she did not think it was that bad. When the people saw that the automobile did not explode and that we were not afraid, several of the men drew closer to see what caused the commotion. They scanned the radio closely, but no one would touch it. When we started the car, the crowd scattered. Marcia said thoughtfully, "I know now how monkeys feel when we stare at them. I'll bet that we were like monkeys to those people, and I'm sure that they were even more curious to us." "Yes, sir," John philosophized. "It is really educational to get lost." Mother added, "If we hadn't lost our way, we never would have seen that little Mennonite village which, after more than three centuries, Still lies in the shadow of the Puritans." Page Twenty-four THE COLLEGE BOOK STORE SUPPORTS SCHOOL ACTIVITIES