The Winslow mail., 1912-03-30
This Complex
Existence

a whisper.
There was no answer. So, mutter-
ing TO himself, We'll, guess she
amt at home, or l guess she said she
was going downtown today" he made
very subdued, genteel exit.
But Kendall had reckoned without
his host. Before he had reached the
street he was stopped by 4 voice from
the front upstairs window. Mrs. Boyd
had not been KendalPs another twelve
years without having become more or
less acquainted with his ways.
Kendall, DEAR" she said, where
are you going?"
Kendall halted on the lower step
and kicked the newell post viciously.
Then he regarded the toe of his shoe
with great disfavor.
PLAY ball." he said. cover in the
lot with the fellers."
But, you know, dancing school be-
gins today" and his mother, sweetly.
You must come in and get ready"
She withdrew her head discreetly
in time to avoid being convicted of
hearing her son respond. "Aw, rats
on dancing school! l amt going,"
Then Kendall sat down on the step
and bumped the railing with his bat
for several minutes. There was no
further sound from the house and he
repeated his former remarks in a loud
er tone: "Aw, rats on old dancing,
enhnnl1 Il 05t1st e.
Say, mother!" he shouted, hellig-
erently. II amt going to change my
clothes, anyway. These is good
enough for old dancing school,"
There was no response.
"Aw, rats!" Kendall said once
more. II wish there hadn't never
been an old dancing school. Then
maybe ! wouldn't have to 60"
After relieving his mind by giving
the steps several much louder knocks
than before, he rose and went into the
house, kicking each step as he went.
He draped himself about the banisters
and swung there noisily until the sound
of the maternal voice came to him
from the upper regions.
Come UP, Kendall, and begin dress
ing"
"Aw, don't want to go to old dane.
ing school," Kendall reiterated. Ken.
dalIs vocabulary was somewhat limit.
ed. "Say, mother, don't make me go
this year. Nobody but sissy boys go
to dancing school,"
There was no reply. Mrs Boyd was
past mistress of the art OF, coercion
by silence.
We'll, anyway, I'm just going to
wear my school clothes. I'll take my
pumps, but these clothes is good
enough"
Clump!- Clump! Clump!
Say, mother!" said voice from the
depths Of Kendall's closet. 'T don't
have to wash my neck, do l? Say,
gee! l gave it good wash this morn
ing. I amt going to wash It again
this afternoon"
Silence.
We'll, anyway, amt going to wash
1t tonight before I go to bed IL ! have
to wash it this afternoon. | don't
see what difference it makes. I'm
clean enough to go and dance with q
lot Of girls and lot of sissy boys
Splash, splash, splash, from the
bathroom.
"Say, mother, amt going to dance
with no girls this afternoon. Maybe
I'll dance with the teacher, but | bet
| won't dance with no girls. Girls,
they make me tired!"
Silence.
"Say, mother, don't have to put on
= clean shirt, do l? don't see what
makes you want me to put on a so
many clean things. Gee! 1 bet dad'll
be mad when he sees how big the
laundry bill IT,"
Silence.
"say, mother, this stockings got
a hole in it," Can't wear the ones
have on? Well, anyway, I bet If l
do have to dance with the girls I'll
pinch their fingers SO they won't want
10 dance with me again. Girls make
me awful tired!"
Say, mother, my foot hurts me aw-
full, bet my ankles sprained Any
way, bet 1t will be II ! dance all
afternoon.
I'm going to wear nay pumps over
to the hall and then won't have to
change them after l get there. 1t
makes me tired having to change my
shoes hundred times every day.
Well, anyway, I'm not going to change
them when come home. I'm going
to wear my pumps. Well, anyway, il
l don't wear them home this time I'm
going to the next time. Say, mother,
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