Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-01
The Manicure
Lady
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.

nTHAT fellow Oldstein proposed
to me yesterday, right here
in the barber shop" said the
Manicure Lady. 81 guess he must
have figured that the honeymoon
would be cheaper if we started it in
the summer and went to some quiet
boarding house along the Maine
coast, but anyhow he seemed to be
in an awful hurry to get his answer.
You bet. he got his answer in an awful
hurry. too. told him that | would
gladly marry him. and he asked me
when, and / said in some previous
existence. He was too thick to see
the point until I came out with
the coarse work and told him that
l wouldn't marry him to save myself
from the guillotine"
You didn't need to throw It into
him SO hard" said the Head Barber.
1T is hard enough for a man to
know that he has lost a girl like
you, without you making him feel
worse. OF course. he isn't your kind
Of a fellow, but you didn't need TO
throw the hooks into him when You
said No BE gentle kid, be gentle"
"A girl can't be gentle no more,
declared the Manicure Lady. AS |
have often told you before, George,
the ages Of shivarees is dead, and ro-
nance has went into the discard.
Gee. in the old days a girl got some
kind of classy proposal, believe me!
1t would be out in the moonlight,
near some old castle. usually under
one of them yew trees or hemlOCk,
or whatever 1t was that used to grow
when knights was bold. The moon
would shine down on a white, slim
! figure of a girl and on the broad
shoulders of a strong, tall knight
with sword, a cut c his pale tenn
/ Pile and the foam of battle on his
wonderful mouth. He would hold her
4 to him for a wild, sweet moment and
I then they would be betrothed, her
and he There amt no knights any
more. George. This Oldstein looks
/ as much like a knight as Cincinnati
4 looks like a pennant winner, and the
/ only scar on his brow is on his cheek
/ instead, made by razor one time
/ when he was cutting down expenses
and shaving himself. The knights in
/ the story books was always just 60
/ ing TO a battle or just coming back
/ from winning one, and the only fights
/ that Oldstein knows about is fights
| with competitors. Gee George, but
there was regular men In them days!
| Listen 10 this:
Sir LaunCelot swept full ten
aside with his great, flashing sword,
I and plunged more GerCely into the
/ fray for his Lady Ethelreda. Yonder
Shonc her golden hair, and the
swarthy foemen would have spirited
| her away hut for the CLEAN of the
! crimson sun in her wondrous tresses.
/ Faster and in ever growing circles
! flashed hts sword-till, by her side
/ and holding her 70 his painting breast
stood Sir I.aunCelot, than whom a
/ lardler knight ne'er strewed a bat
| tletield with dead"
What kind of cuff is that >" asked
| the Head Barber.
| 1t is out of an old romance VIII
! fred got at the library last night"
said the Manicure Lady. Just think
what would happen to me If l was to
( marry oldsteiu ard get carried off by
/ a lot of Swarthy fOemen' | would
have swell chance Of ever being re-
( took wouldn't l. Imagine OldStein
with a flashing sword carving his
way across a battlefield A man can't
/ fight like this Mister LaunCelot when
he hasn't got his mind on anything
I except his samples or his expense ac-
. count. Anyhow Oldstein is too fat 70
ever be knight and he amt tall
enough"
He would take good care Of YOU
/ other ways suggested the Head Bar
Der
That's nothing" said the Manicure
Lady "Hc takes good care of his
nails h"t that don't make him no