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Show Does this daunt the woman sculptor? Oh, no! She takes the round of applause and poses for pictures with the donor, the bust of the founder, the wife of the bust of the founder, the successors of the founder, and other notables, exactly as if her own bust is not full of beef stroganoff, accepting the applause with dignity, regardless of whether it is meant for skill with the clay or aim with the fork. In the days before World War I Little Beet Thinner was among the lowliest of creatures, only one step higher than a field mouse, dressed in an outlandish garb of oversized clothes which included mickey mouse gloves. Even among her fellow beet thinners she had no status, because she could not compete with them in age or skill or speed. But there came a day. When she was past fifteen and the boys began to glance her way, Farmerettes came into full popularity, nobly doing their- duty to their country, pert in bright blouses, flop hats and bib overalls, slim and fair atop hay wagons, and featured in the Ladies Home Journal and McCalls in romantic fiction. Little Beet Thinner could identify with them-almost. Sunburn was unpopular then, but she had grown to be a big hay-hauler, a pitcher of grain and slopper of hogs. Similarly, Little Cow-herder evolved into a Zane Grey heroine, complete with split skirts, sombrero, gauntlet gloves and quirt. Sometimes she even had a horse to sit upon. |