Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-05-08

lady year older. She grips her fan hard
and stands there starin' at him. I'm so much
int rested in the case that the first thing know
I've butted in with advice.
'Ah. be nice. Claude!' says l. Dance with
the young lady. l would if l was you.
And you can't guess how fussy little remark
like that gets Bobby boy. He almost swallows
his cigarette from the jar he gets. being spoken
to by common cloakroom checker. First of
he jumps up and stalks over to me real majestic
and threatenin.
"You-you- How dare your he splutters
out.
There. there!" says l. Don't get bristle
spined over it. l want offern' any deadly
insult. and if it makes you feel as bad as all
that I'll take it back.
It'll have you dismissed" he growls
Cant do it. Bobby" says l. I'm no reg
lar tip chaser. I'm here incog-doing it for
lark yknOw Back to your corner now!
There's lady present.
He glares at me for a minute or so, and then
turns on the queen in pink: Il hope you're
satisfied. Wee says lie. You would come in
here. thought I cant help it if the attendants
"Pooh!" says Miss Wee 1.-The young man
was only taking my part"
"So?" sneers Bobbie. Il congratulate you
on your new champion"
HE acts more like gentleman than you do,
at any rate!" she fires back at him.
docs he9" says Bobby: Then why don't
you get him for partner"
IF you don't ask me for this next waltz.
will. says she. tOssin' up her chin.
What bluff says Bobby. well. Miss
Wee, I'm not going to ask you. NOw!
SAY it was gettin' more or less personal by
that time, and was wondern' just how the
young lady was goin' to back out of the propo-
stion that had been put up to her. when the
first thing l know she's marchin' straight over
to where l was.
Twill you give me this next waltz" says she.
Say" l gasps. do you mean it?"
Certainly do says she. You can dance.
Il don't know" says 1; but can do an
East Side spiel"
Good" says she. Il know how to do that
too. Come on
l borrow the young gentleman's evenin' coat"
"Wha-what's that?" snorts Bobby.
'You can be usin' mine for smokin' jacket,
says l. Peel it off now. and let the fancy vest
come along tool"
IL won't do it'll" says Bobbe.
"Oh. yes you will says l. or else you and
me will be mixed up in a rumpus that'll bring
the chaperons and special cops in here on the
rum and with that | proceeds to shed the
braided coat and my black vest.
You re insulting!" says Bobby, gettin' wild
eyed.
"G'wanl" says I. Its fair swap. I'll
leave it to the young lady
And when I'd sized her up for thorough
DreQ l naQn mace any WuU guess mere d
twinkle under them long eyelashes that's
good as go-ahead signal.
"Of course" says she. 1T was you who
suggested him as partner anyway. And
hurry. Bobby. there goes the waltz
"I-I-' he begins.
'Ah. shuck emil" says l, startin for him
hasty.
l expect it was the prospects of gettin rung
into rough and tumble. and having to ex-
plain to mother, that changed Bobbys mind
so sudden. At any rate. inside of a minute
more I'm wearn' the pearl gray waiste oat and
the silk faced tuxedo. and out l sails onto the
shiny floor of the green and gold ballroom with
somebody's pink costumed heress hangin' to
my left arm.
"One-two- three; one-two-three- Now!"
says she. countin' out the time so l shouldn't
make any false start
PUT. say. didn't need that. Course. I'm no
- cotillion leader. and about all the dancin l
ever done was at chowder parties or in the
Coney Island halls: but who couldn't keep
step to a tune like "Yip-I-Addy" played by
twelve-piece goulash orchestra. specially with