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The purpose of this issue cf the Postscript is to stimulate activity in student writing by the publication of a selection of short stories, essays, and poems representing "the interests and achievements of both the Freshman end Sophomore classes at Paul Smith’s.

If this issue arouses any curiosity and prompts construct­ive criticism, it will have served its purpose well and a regular collere magazine cf student writinpr may be planned for the near future. We ask you to read, to consider, and then to let the editors know what has pleased, what has failed, and what improvements may be made. Certainly, with enthusias­tic support, this can be a pro­ject thet will enhance the prestige of the entire student body at Faul Smith's.

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As Dan walked with eager steps along the aisle of the large, airy, bam, he could feel the inside rim of his military cap cutting into his forehead, and looking down he was again reminded that his uniform was neatly pressed. Looking outside, Dan filled his lungs with the clear, fragrant, spring air which is typical of the days in March. Having just been assigned a horse, Dan, the boy, was looking for the stall as he walked down the aisle.

His small, lithe, frame hardly seemed to fill out his uniform, yet he forgot about himself for the moment and intently looked for his newly assigned horse. "Louella", he Muttered under his breath. "What a name to give to a horse. You'd think it was a girl I was about to take out, instead of a horse to ride." "Oh well," he thought, "I'm getting absolutely nowhere thinking about her. I had better find her first.* Stopping abruptly in his tracks, Dan stood behind Louella's stall. "Gosh", he said to himself. "I would have to get the biggest looking horse in the stable." Louella, a brown mare, seemed to tower over him. Speaking in a strong, clear voice, he slapped her on the rump and walked with determined steps into her stall. In fact, at first glance Louella didn't look like a horse at all, for she had large, round ears, like those of a mule.Forgetting about the hugeness of this horse he was about to ride, Dan led Louella out of her stall and down the aisle into the sunr̂ y air of the warm March afternoon.

When his platoon was given the command "prepare to mount”, Dan faced anxiously towards the rear and placed his left foot into the stirrup. At the command "mount" he confidently mounted and hastily placed his right foot into the other stirrup. The cold leather of the saddle skirts felt familiar to Dan's calves which were hardened from five months in the saddle. His hands, which felt strong, confidently grasped the reins, but they were sweating from the heat of the day. Some of the saddle soap which had been used to clean the leather worked up into a small lather and this combination of sweat and saddle soap tended to make the reins slippery. But this didn't prevent Dan from grasping the reins with a firmer hand.

At the command "forward, hoa" Dan confidently slackened the reins, sat forward in the saddle and gave a firm knee grip which caused Louella to respond instantaneously. Dan and Louella moved forward with the other horses and riders.

All went will that afternoon because Dan and Louella made a good team, Louella with her big mule like ears and big neck always surging ahead like a gallant ship lost in a storm. Although Louella was a much larger horse than Dan had ever ridden before, he still had much confidence, for he had been riding horse-back for several months now. Louella responded very well to all his commands, and when the horses and riders in column of two's made right and left flanking movements, etc^ Dan made sure that he kept close contact with his mount. All seemed to be going smoothly.

Then at a trot, without any warning at all, Dan suddenly lost his balance and slid from the saddle. As he fell, Dan was terribly petrified because he had never fallen off a horse before. Hurtling to the hard, cold, ground, Dan suddenly became choked with fear.He met the ground with an abrupt jolt. Suddenly, looking up, Dan saw that mighty hulk of a horse, Louella, towering directly over him. Her great body seemed to block out the sunlight. Louella's hooves seemed to be inches away from his small body and Dan was sure that at this instant he was going to meet his maker. All thoughts left his mind, thoughts of loved ones, friends, and happy times. It all happened so quickly that Dan was sure he was about to be snuffed out of existence. Then, without warning, Dan saw one of Louella's tremendous hooves pass directly over his face. For an instant the world seemed to be closing in on him. Then Louella's huge form passed from his sight. Dan lay petrified as still as a stone on the hard ground. He could feel a trickle of blood passing over his parched lips, and it trickled down his perspiring neck onto his clean, pressed shirt. Passing his cold, clairary fingers over his tense face, Dan could feel the warm flow of blood. Many thoughts of a permanently distorted face quickly passed through Dan's mind. He visulized that his face would be scarred for life.

The horror of the situation suddenly left him. Dan sprang to his feet, very thankful that he was still alive to tell about this terrifying experience. He was immediately met by the Director of Horsemanship who had sprung to his aid the instant he hit the ground. The director hastily took Dan to a nearby washroom where clean

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