Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-05-29

Sophy saw him and got ready
to do a little Hedging. After
the Parade when he was in the
Bon-Ton Candy Kitchen, with q
Handkerchief around his Neck,
ordering up Strawberry Soda.
then Sophy broke through the
Circle of Admirers and babe
him Welcome. Otis gave her a
Cruel Look and pretended that
he did not remember her Name.
That Evening she saw him
pass the House three times with
the Tuba on one Arm and a red
headed Milliner on the other.
MORAL: Adversely often
matches out the true Nobility Of
Character.
The Modern Fable Of the Red Let
ter Night at smartweed
Junction.
Once there was an undersiz-
ed Town that had the Corn
Fields sneaking up on all sides
of it, trying to break over the
Corporation Line. People APP
preaching the Town from the
North could not see it because
there was a Row of Willow
Trees in the Way.
Here in this comatose Settle
ment lived a Family named Pill
kins. The Pilkinses were all the
Eggs in Smartweed. They own
ed a big General Store catty-
cornered from the Courthouse.
1t waswellknown that they sent
to Chicago for their Clothes
and ate Ice Cream in the Winter
Time. The Pilkins Girls had
been away to a Convent to have
their Voices sand-papered and
fitted to a Piano and they came
back with the first Gibson Shirt
Waists seen in those Parts.
Most of the Girls south of the
Tracks were Just getting wise
to the Russian Blouse.
Along in May the. Pilkins
Family made its annual Play to
set the Prairies on fire. Every
Adult in Town except those
who had Jail Records received an
Engraved Invitation to come up
to the Pilkins House and take a
peek at High Life. Within three
days you couldn't buy a Yard
of Wide Ribbon in any Store
and every Second Man in Mink
Patterson's Barber Shop asked
for a Hair Cut. The r. S. v.
P. down in one Corner of the
Bid had some of the Brethren
guessing for a while. There was
no need of putting that on. It
was an immortal Cinch- that ev-
cry one would turn out, if he
had to be moved in on a Cot.
About the only Entertainments
they had in Smartweed juno
ton were Uncle Tom under
Tent and the Indian Medicine
Troupe. Therefore, nobody was
going to pass up the Pilkins
Jamboree, for there was to be
an imported Orchestra, costing
SIS, and Meals provided and the
City Caterer was to bring his
own Walters.
Everybody went home early
that Day so as to take good,
thorough Scrubbing before get
ting into their Other Clothes.
At Dusk they began vending
their Way toward the Pilkins
Place, all looking a little wor-
ried and apprehensiye. They
were sorted out at the Front
Door and led into Dressing
Rooms, pegged out along the
Walls, fed on Macaroons and
treated to large Bunches OF
Bach Music. Every half hour
or so somebody would say some
thing and that would be a Cue
for the Others to shift their
Feet.
The Punch Bowl got the Cold
Eve until it was learned that
the DYE Stuff was Aniline and
not Rum, and then they stood
around and dipped in until they
were blue under the Ears.
About IL o'clock the Japan
csc Lanterns began to burn up
and large number of People
whose Feet were hurting them
could be seen quietly Ducking.
The Home Paper said it was the
Event of the Season.
MORAL: Eat, Drink and be
Merry, for tomorrow We Die.
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