Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-11-28
By WINIFRED BLACK.

poly mdH with pig race and a
pair of twinkling, selfish, cold
greedy pigs eyes. came by. Bunny
looked as If he had never been
quite sober in his life.
so and So. the violinst." Very
seedy the violinist, and very suIIar
he looked, and the woman with
him looked half scared to death
every time he looked at her
Old, young, pretty. ugly, seedv
and f1ashy-every one Of the Bo-
hemians. and posing and false and
self-conscious. too, every mothers
daughter and every mothers son Of
them.
They talked too loud, they laugh.
ed too loud, they looked at the
walters for approval, they ogled
each other too odiously when thew
began dinner, and before they were
through-dear me! I wished SO
hard that I was at home.
Bohemian! Drunk and disorder.
ly, that's what they were in plain
police court language, and I'd rath-
er see any girl Of mine a prir
Puritan to the day OF her death
than to have her get accustomed to
seeing that sort of thing and taking
it as matter of course.
What right has g. man to take A
girl to a place like that and tell her
who this faded notoriety Is, and
who 1t is that sits guzzling at tina
disreputable table with her dlsrep.
utable friends?
What right has middle-age8
woman to chaperon a decent girl
to any such placer
Bohemia! The real Bohemia-ah
that's different thing. You don't
have to drink more than is good for
you to live there. You don't have
to eat messy food and tell risky
stories. You don't have to pre-
tend to admire elderly berouged
persons because they once ran
away with somebody's husband, or
completely ruined somebody's son.
A Bad Half Hour.
You just have to be natural, and
real. and honest and perhaps
little clever. You may dress in
Bingham or in silk, or walk In
purple and rustic in lace; no one
VIII care. and many will not even
know. 1t is you they will like, not
some posing, self scheming crea-
ture that pretends. But you-1ust
You as your mother. bore you-and
II you are king and generous and
sipaSla as well as wise and clever,
or even just kind and simple and
nothing more, they will love you
in the real Bohemia, even II YOU
like things to be clean and prefer
ham and eggs to "rotis" and wilted
salad
So you took her home, did you,
father-home to mother, home to
little brother?
Bohemia! For her, for the little
girl whose first tooth you have
somewhere set in some absurd ring
or other?
And she cried all the way home,
did she, and tried to be dignified
and indignant? Her soft cheek
was flushed with the cocktail she
drank before you arrived. and she
kept saying that she would never
step out of the house again as long
as she lived. You had Inundated
and shamed her so.
Well, well, it was bad half hour,
but it is past now, all past, and
some day the little girl will tell her
daughter how you came and made
her go home with you.
1t may be Bohemian to have the
curtains yellow instead of red, ana
the cocktails will doubtless have o
new name, but they have the same
old fashioned effect, just the same
and if you are wise mother you
will keep daughter away from Bo-
hernia and keep her far away at
that
Stop any one out of dozen poor
things who slip by in the aa'A
these chill evenings-painted, be-
dizened, ogling, poor things poo'
things, and If she tells you 'iio
truth. you'll hear something aDou'
the first Bohemian dinner that VII
make you glad daughter has some
one to protect her from them aHo
all their ilk and kind.
Here's to you, Mr.. Kansas Cl1S
man Soma dow little daughter VIII