The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1907-12-17
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MUSICALE

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Miss Charlotte O'Mulligan, asking the
reporter to be seated; IAN unusually
dull week"
Wasn't there a musicale at the
Scrapleighs the other afternoon"
asked the reporter, taking out his
notebook.
Just a small affair to which only
few choice people were asked. | am
sorry 1t is out for It embitters those
who were not invited, and there were
one or two left off the list who are
almost as prominent socially as some
of those who were there"
ANY unusual features?"
mo; just one of the same old
stereotyped affairs. although, there
was one slight incident which might
have caused some comment among
people not familiar with the customs,
habits, actions and, shall l say, man.
nerisms, of those who form the bone,
slnew and fat OF our social world, but
you won't refer to it, will your"
Most assuredly not. What was
lt?"
Honestly"
No reporter who looks forward to
one day becoming editor-in-chief ever
| speaks of thing when he promises
ne won't" said the representative.
blushing very prettily.
1T was only trihe, anyway" con-
tinued Miss OMulligan. Maj. Doodle
had been serving at the punch bowl,
and whenever he happened to fill a
glass too full, which was done quite
often, he slipped out enough punch to
enable the glass to be passed without
splitting. 1t was very polite on the ma
lor's part, and a most thoughtful thing
to do, as 1t helped to keep the ladies'
gloves dry, but you know what punch
is when you haven't eaten anything
for seven hours. And that reminds
me, why is 1t so many of our best So
ciety people deliberately plan to
pinch a meal at musicale, card
party, an afternoon tea, etc.? Why,
| have seen beautiful women at a re-
ception crippled for life in the strug-
gle to get a ptomaine sandwich away
from some. one else. l cannot &C
count for 1t unless it is to save the
price of a meal at home"
THAT must be it," said the report
er, but you were speaking of Maj,
Doodle"
"Oh yes. the major had been serv-
ing punch and in spite of his slipping
had been behaving with marked cir
cumspect until Miss Pimpel started
to sing ballad entitled I Want
YOU
WAS Miss Pimpel there?"
Sure! She gets in everywhere
since the Henons took her up. Well,
she was struggling with this ballad.
You may have heard it; it runs some.
thing like this" and seating herself
gracefully at the baby grand piano,
Miss o'Mulligan to the soft mellow
tones of the beautiful instrument
dreamily sang:
/ want you in the twilight
That comes at end of day.
want you in the moonlight
When twilight fades away.
/ want you by TO cheer me
Wherever l may go,
want you always near me
Because l love you So
want you always near me
Because love you so-o-o-o.
Sweet" said the reporter, clappins
his hands and breaking the point of
his pencil.
II think hung onto that last so
a little too long," said Miss O'Mulli
gan, carefully closing the piano tc
keep the keys from turning yellow
Then, picking up the thread of the
conversation, she said: Miss PIN.
pei had waded through about II
verses of I Want YOU when the ma
| jor, with his keen sense of humor, be
gan to look about the dining-room fol
lemon, but all the lemons that could
be borrowed from the neighbors had
been used in the punch, so he grabbed
grapefruit that had been put on
the sideboard for effect, and, taking
| as careful aim as his condition would
permit, he threw that grapefruit hard
enough to carry It way over the sec.
ond basemans head, directly at Miss
! Pimpel She must have anticipated
something of the kind, for she ducked
! just in time, but Prof. Rustycanner,
who was presiding at the piano, was
not so fortunate"
did It get him?" broke in the re-
porter, seeing great possibilities In
the situation.
did II get him?" smiled Miss
! O'Mulligan. rYou1l tell"
'No won't, really"
"WeH, it struck him on the jaw"
Break up the musicale?"
Certainly not; only delayed mat.
Jers for a moment, but when we were
ready TO go on we couldn't find Prot
Rustycanner for the longest time"
where was he?"
Guess"
81 can't"
HE was under the piano eating the
grapefruit"
"Well, well; he must have gone
without his breakfast"
"he did"
That's rich. l guess Prof Rusty.
Gamer must have more real humor
| ahout him than Mat noodleo