The Nevada County picayune., 1907-10-24
AT THE
 MUSICALE

Wasn't there a musicale at the Scrapleighs the other afternoon?" asked the reporter, taking out his notebook.
 Just small affair to which only lew choice people were asked. I 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 or those who were there" Any unusual features?" No; just one of the same old stereotyped affairs, although there was one slight incident which might nave caused some comment among people not familiar with the customs. habits, actions and, shall l say, man. nerisms, of those who form the bone sinew and fat of our social world, but you won't refer to it, will you?"
 Most assuredy not. What was it?"
 "Honestly?'
 No reporter who looks forward to one day becoming editor-in-chief ever speaks of a thing when he promises he won't" said the representative, blushing very prettily.
 Tt was only a trifie, anyway." con. tlnued Miss OMulligan Mai 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 spilllng. It was very polite on the ma jors part, and a 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 8 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 ptomane sandwich away from some one else. 1 cannot ac- c1lnt for it unless 1t is to save the price of a meal at home.
 That must be it." said the report. CT, 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:
 I 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,
 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, clappins his hands and breaking the point off his pencil,
 'I think I hung onto that last so a little too long," said Miss OMulli- 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 17 verses of I Want You when the ma for. with his keen sense of humor, be- gan to look about the dining-room for a 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 baseman's 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 1t get him?" smiled Miss O'Mulligan. You'll tell
 "No l won't, really
 Well, it struck him on the jaw, Break up the musicale?"
 Certainly not; only delayed mat ters for moment, but when We were ready to go on we couldn't find Prof. Rustycanner for the longest time
 Where was he?'
 Guess.
 "I cant"
 "He was under the piano eating the grapefruit"
 Well, we'll; he must have gone without his breakfast
 He did