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 - guess he must
have figured that the honeymoon
would be cheaper If we started il 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, ne got his answer in an awful
hurry. too. | told him that I would
gladly marry him, and he asked me
when, and l said in some previous
existence. He was too thick to see
the point until l came out with
the coarse work and told him that
/ 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 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 shivaTees 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 ii 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 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 betruthed. 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 razor one time
when he was cutting down expenses
and shaving himself The knights in
the story books was always just go
ing 10 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,
and plunged more fiercely into the
fray for his Lady Ethelreda Yonder
hRy ~ hA
swarthy foemen would have spirited
her away but 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 holding her to his painting breast,
stood Sir LaunCelot than whom a
lardlier knight ne'er strewed a bat
tleteld with dead"
What kind of CUFF is that" asked
the Head Barber,
1T is out of an old romance vii
fred got at the library last night.
said the Manicure Lady Just think
what would happen to me II | was to
marry Oldsteln and get carried off by
a lot of swarthy foemen, / would
have a swell chance of ever being re
took, wouldn't 70 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 aC-
count. Anyhow. Oldstein is too fat to
ever be a knight and he amt tall
enough"
He would take good care Of you
other ways suggested the Head Bar
her
That's nothing" said the Manicure
. Ia oil