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| VOL. II, NO. 7 |
JANUARY 13, 1961
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Cinderella Shook Up About Not Making Scene at Hop |
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| by Karen David Once upon a time there was a very ugly girl by the name of Cinderella. Now it wasn't bad enough that Cinderella received all the hand-me-downs of her two stepsisters, but she also had to do all their work. The two stepsisters, Sadie and Gertrude, held very high positions in their society: both were officers of the neighborhood social club, Women Outlaws. As Sadie and Gertrude were very active in this goodwill-spreading organization, there was always much paperwork to be done, such as laying out stores, planning rumbles, and so forth. All this work was given to poor Cinderella, who was never allowed membership in the club. No matter how much backbreaking work Cinderella did she was never given the honor of being one of the crowd. It was in January that the great ball between the Women Outlaws and the Panthers was to be held. Oh, how Cinderella 'wished she could go, but her pleadings were of no avail to her sisters. They declared that she must stay home and calculate when the next shipment would be appropriate. How sad Cinderella was. Finally, the night of the grand ball came and there was much excitement as the sisters dressed for the dance. Only Cinderella was quiet and went about her business without a smile. When the sisters had finally departed for the ball, Cinderella could stand it no longer. Tears came streaming down her cheeks, she flung her weather-beaten jacket around her shoulders, and walked out aimlessly into the night. As she walked, her eyes fell on a familiar sight; her refuge, the place she often came to mend her broken heart: Joe's Bar. She pushed her way through the crowded smoke-filled room and managed to find a corner that was not occupied. She sank into the hard wooden booth with a frozen face. She ordered a chocolate soda. As she sat there, drinking the night away, a vision appeared to her; it was her fairy godmother! "My dear child, why do you sit there so forlorn?" asked the fairy godmother. "Well, here's the thing, fairy god-mudder, my stepsisters went to da ball and dey left me here all alone. I'm pretty bitter!" mumbled Cinderella. "Don't worry my dear," assured the fairy godmother, "I will see that you go to the ball." |
"Duh, you're super-keen, fairy god-mudder, but I don't got nothing to wear!" "That's the least of our worries, my dear, look!" And with a snap of the fairy godmother's wand, Cinderella was all ready to go to the ball. She was a magnificent sight, standing in her new leather jacket and levis. On her rather large feet were blue satin engineer boots, and around her chin was a neatly tied square knot to keep her black scarf from slipping. Now she was ready to go to the ball. Soon afterwards, she arrived at the ball. As she entered the grand hail, all eyes turned toward her. As if it might happen in a dream, Silent Spike president of his fraternity, the Panthers, pushed his way through the crowd toward her. "So you wanna dance wit me, chick?" he asked. "So I ain't got nothin' bedder to do," sighed Cinderella, and he lifted her in his arms and they glided onto the floor as the jukebox played "Rock Around the Clock?" It was a glorious night, but all too soon it had to end. Bong, bong, the clock was nearing midnight. Cinderella must be home before 12! She tore f r o m her prince charming, Spike, and fled toward the door. Spike called to her, but she kept running. Bong, bong, bong. Cinderella raced toward her motorcycle and fell over it. She had lost one precious satin engineer boot. The only thing which remained was the engineer boot which Spike tearfully held in his hands (it was a pretty big boot!). The next day, Cinderella heard about the ball and the mysterious girl that danced with Spike all night. "Nobody ain't got no idea who she is," said Sadie. "But she dropped her boot," asserted Gert. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Spike -and three fraternity brothers entered holding the boot. "Hey you over der," yelled Spike, "come and try on dis boot." So Cinderella tried on the boot and much to everyone's surprise, it fit. Of course, it wasn't as big a surprise as all that, because no other girl in town had a size 15 shoe. |
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