The Prescott daily news., 1912-07-22
TRUTH

lee from her new percolator T thought this society was formed Tor the purpose of discussing topics of the day and not for frivolous pur. ;uits," declared the lofty browed. 'pectacled Imogene,
 Well 1t was." put in Amy, Out we needn't be intelligent every second of every meeting"
 Perfectly right said Inez. We've sifted the tariff question, immigra. tion. municipal ownership and the shtld'ss welfare this afternoon. If we argue any more there won't be any thing left for next weeks meeting"
 T don't know how to play Truth never heard of such a game in Bucyrus," said Bernice, the visiting girl.
 Well, all you do Is just to tell every girl here exactly what you think of her." explained Edith. You must tell her good qualities and her bad qualities. But 1t must be the plain. lnvarnished truth, irrespective of any, body's feelings"
 "Oh. couldn't do that in a million years" gasped Amy. q think you are all perfect dears"
 But everybody plays Truth" de- clared Marjory. Its fascinating. Be- sides, it's good for any girl to learn her faults. Some great philosopher said, Know thyself.' I forget who he was, but he said 1t, anyway. And none of us will get angry. no matter what is said. will We, girls?'
 NO, indeed" returned an emphatic chorus. "We are too broadminded for that"
 Come, Helen, you begin the game" suggested Marjory.
 "All right, I'll start with Inez," as- sented Helen. without hesitation. "Inez. you have a sweet, lovely dispo- sition, and you are lots of fun, but you have no idea of style or dress. It's pity. Amy said only yesterday, How can that girl wear that impossiblej white polo coat when she Is so fat and' dumpyT"
 Why, Helen, how dare you say such thing?" demanded Amy, in- dignantly. 'I never said that!"
 You know you did" calmly answer ed Helen
 Tt isn't kind to make fun of ones physical imperfections." declared Tnez, haughtily. q didn't dream that my dearest friend would do so ig- noble thing. I'll never forget it."
 You know, Inez, we promised at the beginning that We wouldn't get angry" said Marjory, putting her arm around the offended one.
 "I'm not angry. No, indeed. Not at all. Far from 1t. But I'll have to be going Goodby." And as Inez left she slammed the door behind her.
 "Who will tell me the truth?" in- quired Edith, breaking the silence.
 T will" eagerly offered Imogene. You are a stunning looking girl but you can think and talk about nothing except dress and men. You are man crazy. It's absurd!"
 Well, thank goodness, I'm not al- ways quoting Latin that nobody cares about or understands" snapped Edith. My brother said last night, Preserve me from that walking bookshop."
 Imogene opened her mouth to speak, then closed 1t firmly and held her hands over it.
 "Will some one tell me something?" begged Bernice of Bucyrus. I'm not easily offended. I think this game is awfully cute"
 i "1f you really want me to, I'll say that if you didn't whine so and if you wore your skirts shorter and your waists longer, and if you combed your hair in 1911 style, instead of 1492 fashion, and If you didn't say How cute" dozen times a minute, you might make a presentable visiting girl" vouchsafed Edith.
 "Oh, water, please-I'm faint" gasped Bernice of Bucyrus. "Now I'm going home to mother"
 Then Marjory was told that she wasn't sincere because she was too sweet to everybody, and Helen was fn- formed that she had no tact and that she wasn't amiable enough to be popu- lar.
 When the last girl had departed Marjory rushed into her mothers room threw her arms around her mothers neck and promptly burst into tears.
 "Our club has disbanded," sfe sob bed. "Every girl is angry at every other girl. q haven't friend in the world My. heart is broken. Oh, that horrible, horrible game! Why does anybody ever tell the truth2"