The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1913-05-21
TRUTH

Let's play tho game of Truth"
said Marjory. 40 she poured tho cof-
fee from her new percolator.
Il thought this society was formed
for the purpose Of discussing topics
Of the day and not for frivolous pur-
suits" declared the lofty browed.
specialized Imogene.
well. It was" put in Amy. "but ws
needn't be intelligent every second OF
every meeting"
Perfectly right" said Inez. "We've
sifted the tariff question. immigra-
ton. municipal ownership and tho
child's welfare this afternoon. II we
argue any more there won't be any
thing left for next weeks meeting"
y don't know how to play Truth
I never heard OF such . game In
Bucyrus." said Bernice. tho visiting
girl.
well. all you do 10 Just to tell
every girl here exactly what you think
Of her." explained Edith. "You must
tell her good qualities and her bad
qualities. But it must be tho plain.
unvarniahed truth. irrespective Of any
body's feelings"
"Oh. couldn't do that In q million
years." gasped Amy. Il think you are
all perfect dears."
"But everybody plays Truth" de-
clared Marjory. TITS fascinating. Be-
sides. it's good for any girl to learn
her faults. Some great philosopher
said. Know myself I forget who he
was. but he said it, anyway. And
none Of US will get angry, no matter
what Is said. will we. girls?"
mo. indeed" returned an Emphatic
chorus. I'VE are too broadmAded for
that"
Come. Helen, you begin tho game"
suggested Marjory.
"All right. I'll start with Inez." as
sented Helen, without hesitation.
'lnez. you have q sweet, lovely dispo-
sition, and you are lots Of fun. but you
have no idea Of style or dress. It's
pity. Amy said only yesterday, How
can that girl wear that impossible
white polo coat when she Is so fat and
dumpy""
why, Helen, how dare you say
such a thing" demanded Amy, in
dignantly. Il never said that!"
"You know you did," calmly answer
ed Helen.
1T isn't kind to make fun of ones
physical imperfections.' declared
Inez. haughtily. II didn't dream that
my dearest friend would do so ig-
noble a thing. I'll never forget It,"
"You know, Inez, we promised at
the beginning that We wouldn't get
angry" said Marjory, putting her arm
around the offended one.
"I'm not angry. No, indeed. Not at
all. Far from it. But I'll have to be
going Goodby." And as Inez left she
slammed the door behind her.
"Who will tell me the TRUTH" in
quired Edith, breaking the silence.
Il WILL" eagerly offered Imogene.
"You are a stunning looking girl. but
you can think and talk about nothing
except dress and men. You are man
crazy. It's absurd"
'Well, thank goodness, I'm not al
ways quoting Latin that nobody cares
"My brother said last night, Preserve
me from that walking bookshop."
1mogene opened her mouth to speak.
then closed it firmly and held her
hands over it.
"Will some one tell me something's"
begged Bernice of Bucyrus. I'm not
easily offended. l think this game is
awfully cute"
IF you really want me to, I'll say
that If you didn't whine so and if you
wore your skirts shorter and your
waists longer, and if you combed
your hair in 1911 style, instead of 1892
fashion, and if you didn't say How
cute!' dozen times minute, you
might make a presentable visiting
girl" vouchsafed Edith.
"Oh, water, please-I'm faint
gasped Bernice of Bucyrus. "Now I'm
going home to mother"
Then Marjory was told that she
wasn't sincere because she was too
sweet to everybody. and Helen was IN
formed that she had no tact and that
she wasn't amiable enough to be popu-
lar.
When the last girl had departed
Marjory rushed into her mothers
room, threw her arms around her
mothers neck and promptly burst into
tears.
"Our club has disbanded." she Sob
bed. Every girl is angry at every
other girl. ~ haven't friend in the
world. My heart is broken. Oh, that
horrible, horrible game! Why does
anybody ever tell the truth?"