Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1910-08-07

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yon are indifferently supposing we
drop the subject, but, honor bright,
can't. It's fascinating and holds one
like the too affectionate crab OF the
surf that grabs you and is loath To
bid you a hearty goodbye. Either the
subject wont let me go or l won't
let the subject go. Question-Who's
the crab. subject or writer? BE
careful, mind our ere you
make reply. All jollying aside, it's
the %strangest thing about Cupid. Us
ually the wounded, scattered along
the gay, glad way, give the clue to the
whereabouts of the infant archer. but
we don't find many dying of the dread
disease these days, do we? And, be-
lieve me, it's the little Love Gods de-
sertion that has left this society page
STRANDED high n dry on the no-news
shure. Going to tell you something
and 0 will readily understand
there's cause for worry. One rainy
day, some weeks ago, the oversigned
vas ousliy engaged doping out polite
prevarications, the which. to enter
tain 90 our Sunday readers. A
drenched and bad humored Cupid
flew In the window and perched dis
~consolately on the edge of the desk.
What are you writing question:
ed he with a glance over my shoulder.
Mrs. - gave a bridge Wednes-
day and another morning party
was"
"Bosh.' Interrupted the spoiled
child. what care / about stupid card
parties. Weddings interest me and
when society isn't humming the we'd
ding march, why the simple life for
mine. What's the use of directing
darts against these modernized invul-
ncrables? p"
The herein writer grasped at the
linguistic display from the baby
mouth. why Cupid. you once old
ms that no living person could escape
you. Did 0 select him for a VIC
tim q"
That's all right, but i, hard work
f,r warm veather and ! am sick of
the fight" poutinely declared Cupid.
Think l will strike he added mis-
chievously.
And then he spread his gossamer
wings and flew away. And you busy,
practical, prosaic ones never noted the
little Love God, though chances are
he whispered in o u ear in passing.
He's been a lear little pal to So
ciety and we all know that he is good
alike to the rich and the poor, min
listers to the sad and lovelorn down
in Poverty Row just the same as ont
on Honeymoon Row, Cupid is mighty
fond of Honeymoon Row-says he in
habited it and gave the name to that
residence part of our city. Listens
like the truth. yes?
So the last the writer saw of Cupid
he threatened to go on a strike and
II begins TO look as though-ding-a-
ling, ding-a-ling.
Bother the telephone. 1t looks as
Notwithstanding, ding-a-ling-ling.
Excuse me a m while ] answer.
Well what do you think When !
called Morning Journal over the wire
Central replied in the well known par
lance. 1.-THE Pecos wants you Morning
Journal, will you pay?"
Receiving an affirmative she got
busy with connections and presently
n wee voice called, Hello. is this So
clety on The Journal? This is Cupid
-Hush-sh, don't speak my name on
the other end of the wire. How's
everything"
Nothing stirring. Gu" I suppress
ed the name. THE society page Is en-
tii ely out of commission. Why have
you deserted us?
Il called you up to tell you I am
coming back and win start things.
Feel dandy after my vacation and
down here I've heard enough gossip
from the summer vaeationists to put
me next to the likely couples. lave
them down on my list and am going
to eliminate some of these summer
romances. So get ready your paper
and wits and
Then a click and that well known
voice. Number, p-l-e-a-s-e,' n "the
other party has left the line"
And 1t looks as though commencing |
at the phone interruption that it's a
case of talk of the angels. hear their
wings. Don't think Cupid wanted
me to tell you he called up but Just
couldn't help it considering there is
nothing else today. But don't you tell
] told you
4 Humble Apology.
Mr.. and Mrs. j. II. Messer, OF 7O6
South Arno entertained with cards,
followed by n buffet supper on last
Monday evening. The charmineE
arranged little affair was in honor OF
Mr.. A. G.. Hopkins of Magdalena ana
the guests included Miss Howell, Miss
Adele Howell. Miss Robinson. Mr.
Sergeant, Mr.. Hunt. Rev. A. y. Evans
OF Magdalena and Rev. c. A. Clark.
Just a clipping from last sundays
society page. Such an innocent un-
assuming little item served with due
hltNltA ana t0P WTittT ihNtAiA' Nv
jective-I mean adverb-anyhow
some form of the word charming.
Mayhaps you read and passed it by
as unimportant. All me. things are
not what they seem, even II all cards
are the sinful playing cards. My dear
Smart Set, you've led me astray. Writ
ing up your Five Hundreds and your
Bridges became a habit and one sad
day the writer forgot to distinguish
between just plain game-Blind Mans
Buff or Drop the Handkerchief-and
the naughty game Of bridge. And woe
Is me and woe Is the paper and woe
are the unoffending ministers. Mercy
me, il seems the dear people would
understand a society editor cannot he
strictly truthful-why-writers OF So
ciety hold their Jobs by their ability
TO handle beautiful lies. But that
perchance, you understand. but would
never dream of the damage n Of the
pretty sounding organizations can
DO. Behold-e troubled congregation,
p poor condemned minister In grave
danger Of discipline. and the Morning.
journal confronted with q libel suit
And hat isn't all. Women there were.
who dressed for church, paused a
moment to read society-careless.
onnt q think to glance at such
siddy stuff when In a piOus frame OF
mind-and women there were who
remained homa becatce The writer in-I