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

GGTHAT fellow oldstein proposed
TO me yesterday, right here
in the barber shop" said the
Manicure Lady Il 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 came out with
the coarse work and told him that
1 wouldn't marry him to save myself
from the guillotlne."
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 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, he 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 met
II would be out in the moonlight
near some old castle, usually under
one of them yew trees or hemloCk
or whatever il 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 a sword "a cut on his pale tenn
pie and the foam of battle on his
wonderful mouth. He would hold her
to him for a wild sweet moment and
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
! looks like a pennant winner. and the
only scar on his brow is on his cheek
! instead made by a razor one time
when he was cutting down expenses
and shaving himself The knights in
! the story books was always just go
| ing to 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 to this.
Sir LaunCelOt swept full ten
aside with his great, flashing sword,
and plunged more fierCely into the
fray for his Lady Ethelreda Yonder
shone her golden hair and the
swarthy fOemeu would have spirited
her away hut for the CLEAN Of the
crimson sun in her wondrous tresSeS.
Faster and in ever growing circles
| flashed his sword till by her side
and holdinS her 10 his painting breast,
stood Sir LaunCelot than whom a
1 lardlier knight neeT strewed a bat
/ tlefield with dead"
What kind OF guff is that2" asked
| the Head Barber
1t is out OF an old romance Will
/ fred got at the library last night"
said the Manicure Lady Just think
what would happen to me il was TO
marry Oldstein and get carried off by
/ lot of swarthy foemen would
| have a swell chance Of ever being re
/ took. wouldn't 10 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
/ except his samples or his expense uC-
count Anyhow, Oldstein is too fat TO
/ ever be a knight and he amt tall
4 enough.
He would take good care Of you
other ways" suggested the Head Bar
/ Der
That's nothing" said the Manicure
! Lady. He takes good care Of his
nails. hut that don't make him no
knight"