Evening journal. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1907-1913, 1907-11-06
AT TIVE
MUSICALE

notebook.
"Just a small affair to which only
few choice people were asked. | am
sorry it is out for it embitters those
who we're 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?"
NO: 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 say, man
nerisms, of those who form the bone,
sinew and fat of our social world, but
you won't refer to it, will your"
Most assuredly not. What was
it?'
"Honestly?"
No reporter who looks forward to
one day becoming editor-in-chief ever
speaks OF thing when he promises
he won't" said the representative,
blushing very prettily.
tinued Miss O'Mulligan. 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
jors part and most thoughtful thing
to do. as it 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 it so many of our best So
ciety- people deliberately plan to
pinch meal at musicale, card
party, an afternoon tea. etc.? Why,
| have seen beautiful women at re-
ception crippled for life in the strug-
gle to get ptomaine sandwich away
from some one else. I cannot ac-
count for it unless it is to save the
price Of 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 a 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:
1 want you in the twilight
That comes at end of day.
want you in the moonlight
When twilight fades away.
I want you by to cheer me
Wherever l may go.
i want you always near me
Because / love you So
/ want you always near me
Because love you so-o-o-o.
Sweet" said the reporter. clapping
his hands and breaking the point off
his pencil
II think l hung onto that last So
a little too long," said Miss O'Mulli-
gan, carefully closing the piano to
keep the keys from turning yellow.
Then. picking up the thread of the
conversation, she said: Miss Pim-
pei had waded through about II
verses of 4 Want YOU when the ma
jor. with his keen sense of humor, be-
gan to look about the dining-room for
lemon, but all the lemons that could
be borrowed from the neighbors had
been used In the punch, so he grabbed
a 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 it get him?" smiled Miss
O'Mulligan. you'll tell"
mo won't, really"
well, it struck him on the jaw"
Break up the musicale?"
Certainly not; only delayed mat
tiers for moment, but when we were
ready to go on we couldn't find Prof.
Rustycanner for the longest time"
Where was he?"
Guess
II CAN'T ssf
He was under the piano eating the
grapefruit"
well, WE'LL he must have gone
without his breakfast"
HE did"
That's rich. ! guess Prof. Rusty
Gamer must have more real humor
about him than Mai. Doodle"
More real humor, ] should say SO.
He has had the eczema for nearly two
years"
Gee."-Hartford Times.