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with a thrill of anticivation, we un-
fold our limbs, place our feet parallel
grip firmly our poles and grab our cour
age by the scruff of the neck. Then we
cast our eyes about us with an air of
confidence, up anchor and set sail with
the certain lkmowledge that we shall
reach terra firma on our skis or in an
artistic heap on some portion of our
anat omy °

But for all this’ re experience the
keen joy of gliding swiftly down a
steep decline - the wind whistles in
our ears; for a moment we feel exalted,
then the snow apparently. springs to
life and envelopes us,

However, in spite of tired limbs and
aching joints, we arrive home happy,
hungry, and exhilareted,

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BOM A DO On! O'R

Scene I

(Strange as it may seem, the sun is
shining blithely down upon Second Beach
All available rocks, logs, otc., are
entirely obliterated from view by the
sprawling forms of art students, draped
not too artistically upon them. Two un-
employed men are sunning themselves in
one corner of the beach).

Unemployed No, 1: This place is becom-
ing altogether too public for us, Joe.
It's a crime to think that hordes of
kids are let loose lile this when they
should be in school, Where did they
all come from, anyway?

oe Te

Unemployed No, 2. (with deep reverence)
Sshhh! They're artists -.- They must
not be disturbed, They're not like or-
dinary people, you know. Why just a few
minutes ago I sew one of them sitting
on a rock in front of a big tree, so I
sneaked up behind her to see what the
painting looked like. It took me ten
minutes of deep concentration with
quite a bit of imagination thrown in,to
even figure out where the tree was, And
no wonder! You wouldn't believe what
color it was.

No. 1. Probably a sickly green.

No. 2. No? Pink! I neversaw anything
like it. Those artists must be colour
blind. Anyone could see that it was
just an ordinary plain brown tree!

No, 1. Well,I had heard they were « bit
queer. We've always got something to be
thankful for, Joe, We haven't jobs, but
at least we don't go about painting
pink trees!

Seene II

(A rocky portion of the beach shel-
tered by over~-henging trees. A wild
creshing of bushes is heard, and two
disheveled art students come stumbling
down the lecfy bank to the beach. They
are Miss Alizarin Slapiton and Miss Tur
pentina Debalot.)

Alizarin: This looks like a good place.
Turps.: I guess we had better stay here,
Its after 10 o'clock and we really
ought to get two or three lines on our
canvas before recess,
Alizorin (Sitting on large rock) Say!
How ¢en you balance your canvas on your
knec, hold your palette and paint at
the scme time? I guess I'11 have to set
my palette on this pile of leaves. I
suppose it's good exercise bending down
every time vou want to mix a colour.
You have to get rhythm into this busi-
ness. One, two, three, bend; four, mix;
five, dab; --= one, two, three ---
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