7/he Zisconsin 
sfitu~sion 
Donald's eyes rested lingeringly on the beautiful painting of the Indian

Princess Fawn. Ah! the entreating expression in the black eyes, the enticing
curve 
of ruby red lips, the saucy tilt to the single feather fastened near the
roots of 
her crowning glory, which hung in two heavy braids down each side of her
face. 
And more noticeable yet, the delicate curve of slender ankles, and the dainty,

shapely hands resting lightly in her lap. The beauty of the surrounding Indian

night was as a blank with the princess in the picture. Sighing to the air
his regrets 
for the modern fickle woman, Donald let his glance wander. A moment later

the dreamy mist left his orbs... Then suddenly a new light came, and, the
world 
was again a happy ol' place after all. Nearby was a good old-fashioned bar-room

with men, one foot on the rail, leaning over the bar, and actually getting
real 
stuff. Don's mouth "watered" and he made for the bar-keep. A hard
object 
came in contact with his head. Then Don realized that it, too, was only a
picture. 
"VERZ" 
Z  ba'erfer 
1. Miss Weedy's face and hair. 
2. MIiss Weightman's clothes. 
3. Miss Hoard's personality. 
4. -Miss Guyles's penmanship. 
5. Mr. Miller's ideas and methods. 
6. O    h Jacques's directness. 
7. Mr. Davis's school economy. 
8. Miss Twenhofel's hikes. 
9. Mr. Phillips's outlines. 
10. Miss Weber's authenticity. 
ALICE WRIGHT, '27 
 
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