"How did you happen to become contortionist?" asked the interviewer.
"T was the smallest of eight chil. Jaren," explained the circus star, "and father owned just one fiver." attention, and was somewhat ave the professor heaven for the *North-Chi vening frock of black and white chiffon with huge pink roses doubt.
"Why, I didn't want to draw a diagram to prove my point," answered Francine glibly. "I hate to) be too obvious,"
"Certainly not," responded he' politely, "but after all it is as well to have a point."
"But this is the point," she elucidated painfully.
"Undoubtedly," admitted he, "but, it is so swathed in epigrams and elisions as to be unfelt by a simple! mind like my own. Perhaps your circle might understand it, but you! must have some consideration for us average readers. A little less! subtlety, fewer veils for the! illusions—." He paused, fearing to condemn too harshly. He need not' have feared. The craving for! originality of expression was working so violently in the system of Francine as to render the words of others comparatively unimportant. Later on in the term he had to be very obvious in his blunt requirement that a certain amount of coherency in composition must be achieved for. passing mark in the course.
Graduated from college into the cold, hard world, represented in this; so much matter, as it only made! people call her made Fran (ex-Fraud
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