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Reverie, v. 3, issue 3, whole 10, September 1940

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Reverie                               7

"Licksie"

By WILLAMETTA TURNEPSEED

   AS MY ROOMMATE dressed she growled a long familiar refrain: "If you weren't such a heathen you'd come to Sunday School with me."
   "Pagan is the word I prefer. And I know why you want me. Because of Maxine." I continued studying heartlessly.
   I devoted my Sunday mornings to my lessons so they'd not interfere with the important matter of dates and dances. I didn't intend worrying about the six-year-old daughter of Professor Masters. At the door Verna hesitated wistfully and murmured:
   "But children adore you. Maxine gets me down sitting off watching me with those big brown eyes. She must be getting lonelier by the day living in that big motherless house--"
   "Cuddle her and maybe she'll fall for you and her handsome daddy might follow suit," I interrupted airily, concealing my own crush for the Professor. Personally, I dreaded making any advances to Maxine for fear she'd look right through me as Professor Masters did in Zoology 220. But one Saturday night when a khaki-clad messenger walked into the middle of a Signa Nu dance bringing Verna sad news about her family she begged me to substitute for her. In the excitement I agreed. My promise haunted me and I couldn't enjoy the duzey swing band for thinking of facing those big brown eyes, so much like Professor Masters'.
   There were seven small girls waiting next morning and I sent a shining smile around the room while I explained the substitution.

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Reverie 7 "Licksie" By WILLAMETTA TURNEPSEED AS MY ROOMMATE dressed she growled a long familiar refrain: "If you weren't such a heathen you'd come to Sunday School with me." "Pagan is the word I prefer. And I know why you want me. Because of Maxine." I continued studying heartlessly. I devoted my Sunday mornings to my lessons so they'd not interfere with the important matter of dates and dances. I didn't intend worrying about the six-year-old daughter of Professor Masters. At the door Verna hesitated wistfully and murmured: "But children adore you. Maxine gets me down sitting off watching me with those big brown eyes. She must be getting lonelier by the day living in that big motherless house--" "Cuddle her and maybe she'll fall for you and her handsome daddy might follow suit," I interrupted airily, concealing my own crush for the Professor. Personally, I dreaded making any advances to Maxine for fear she'd look right through me as Professor Masters did in Zoology 220. But one Saturday night when a khaki-clad messenger walked into the middle of a Signa Nu dance bringing Verna sad news about her family she begged me to substitute for her. In the excitement I agreed. My promise haunted me and I couldn't enjoy the duzey swing band for thinking of facing those big brown eyes, so much like Professor Masters'. There were seven small girls waiting next morning and I sent a shining smile around the room while I explained the substitution.