Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-05-08
Rung in with the Gold Spooners
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such a crackerjack partner as Miss Wee was?
Could we spiel together? Why. say. we just
floats along over the waxed maple boards like
a pair of summer butterflies. pivotin' first one
way and then the other. dodgin' in and out
among the couples. and givin' an exhibition
that had any other performance on the floor
1ookin' like a cripples' parade.
First it got into my heels, and then it goes
to my head. l didn't know whether / was
waltzin, or havin' a joy ride with sofne biplane
shutter. l want sayin' word in the way of
language; but Miss Wee keeps UP a string of
chatter and giggles that's enough for both.
You thought to see us, expect, that we was
carryin on real. rapid fire. smart set dialogue,
when all the while it was only her tellin' me
how the diff parties was actin when they
first spotted her on the floor with ringer, and
how the chaperons were squintin at us through
their lorgnettes, tryn to make out who was.
And the greatest shock l ever had was when
the music stopped and fell about mile down
through rosy clouds.
"Wait" says Miss Wee. squeezin' my arm.
"Thererl be an encore. My aunt's over there.
and she's just wild; but it doesn't matter"
You're a good sport" says I. joinin' in the
hand clappn' to jog the orchestra into givin'
us repeat.
And just as they starts up the tune again l
happens to glance up into the little visitors
balcony at the end of the ballroom. Who do
you guess sees watchin' us bug eyed and open
mouthed? Why. Icy Budheimer and Miss
Tessie! See? They've broke away from the
lady shirtwaisters durin the supper hour so
Icy can give his girl glimpse of what
a real swell dance is like. Maybe he planned
on stoppin' in at the cloakroom too. and seem
if l was holdin down the job proper.
Anyway. l can't blame him for dom the
open face act when he discovers me out on the
floor with the belle of the ball. But all l has
time to do is send him up the chilly stare. and
away we 90 again into another one-two-three
dream-me and Miss Wee.
Il don't care what becomes of me-" she
huns over my shoulder.
" Me either says l.
Silly boy! says she. What's your
name?"
lust Torchy." says 1. after my hair
Il think curly red hair is cute" says she.
Il could go hoarse sayin' things like that
about you." says l.
Maybe it was lucky. too. that this second in
stament was short. or might have gone clean
mushy; for the way she could look at me out
of them big gray eyes of hers was-well. it was
the real thing in thrills. The wind-up came
just as we gets around near the cloakroom door
and we stops.
"Gee" says l. why, could wear out all
my old shoes dom that, and if ever you need"
"S-s-sh!" says she. Here comes my aunt!'
MOT waitin' for any further diagram of the
situation, l makes dash into the cloak
room. where l finds Icy Budheimer gain
puzzled at Bobby, who's sittin' tilted back in
MS SnlrC sleeves WIFI Iue DIdlucO coat SuLS
on the floor.
Look here. Torchy!" begins Icy. What
the"
"On the job. Icy. if you want to save it!'
says l. wigglin' out of Master Bobby's ex-
pensive clothes and chuckin 'em at him.
But why-what-" says Icy. tryin again.
Don't stop to ask fool questions of a busy
society man. says L; but jump into your
uniform. get in your coop there, and prepare
to put the timelock your conversation
works. In about a minute there'l be dele
cation of old hens in here lookin for mys-
ferrous young gent with incendiary hair who
has disappeared. Your cue is to look innocent
and not know anything about it. See? If
there's any explainin' to be done, let Bobby
do it,
"Oh. I say!' groans Bobby jumpin' up,
and by the time I've struck the bottom stair
on my way out he's grabbed his overcoat and
is beatin it down to find his carriage.
How Miss Wee squared it with Aunty is
puzzle never expect to find out the answer to;
but I'll risk her. She's pink queen. she is. and
after that one waltz with her 1 can look cold
eyed at row of Tessie girls stretchin' from
here to the Battery!