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A car named "Joy", "Lady" Workman the cocker spaniel, and "Buddy" the cat who eats mice in bed.
"LADY" WORKMAN A Partial Biography of a Very Interesting Little Dog "Lady" Workman, the black, curly-haired cocker spaniel which sometimes spends an after- noon in and about Room 3, May Hall, it seems has caught the fancy of some readers of the Gate Post, enough indeed to bring a request for some stories featuring incidents in her young life. Since she has already played a minor role for certain comparisons in the Sociology and Child Study classes, a wider reading of her biography may prove to be an enjoyable recreation for F. T. C. students weary of “subject matter courses" and “professionalized” this and that.
BUDDY, THE MOUSER Buddy, the black and white cat with long, soft fur, is my special pet, and sleeps at the foot of my bed on his little green corduroy quilt. All the eat animals hunt in the night; so Buddy, when hungry for sport, (he could not be hungry for food), jumps from the window to a porch roof, and from there to the ground, and climbs up again as he wills. So lightly does he jump, I often say his name should be Feather, for I never know when he comes or goes. One night he came back and began to "talk" and “talk” until I awoke. Getting up to see what could be the trouble, I found Buddy under the bed with a good big, fat, LIVE mouse. "Eat him, Buddy, eat him,” said I. “He'll get away." Perhaps I am not as much afraid of mice as some women, but no fancy have I for a mouse running around my room. Proud cat continued to let mouse run almost too far, and then showed me how smart he was to pounce on him just before it was too late. Unkind to wake sound sleepy member of the family at that time of night. Nothing to do but take a shoe and use heel as, weapon. Oh, dear! Bad enough to kill—all summer long—ants and ﬂies and aphids and beetles and caterpillars. Always draw the line at anything as large as a tomato caterpillar or a big spider. Always call for help. But I did it. I killed it—the mouse! And then Buddy ate it! Right there! But it did not take long! There is always something for which to be thankful. Three nights in one winter that happened. Maybe the mice are all gone now, or Buddy thinks he did not get enough praise, or that he’d rather play with mice longer somewhere else. I’m satisﬁed if he is. —F. Amidon.
What is Your Score? THE LADDER or Success 100%—I did 90%—I will 80%—I can 70%—I think I can 60%—I might try 50%——I suppose I should try 40%—What is it? 30%—I wish I could 20%——I don’t know 10%-—I can’t 0%—I won’t
Accident Mrs. Earl Sanderson (Winifred Archibald) is in the Framingham Hospital recovering from an automobile accident which occurred on Jan- uary 12, 1936, at Hopkinton.
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Framingham State University, "The Gatepost, v05, issue 05" (1936). The Gatepost: All Issues. 37.