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

HHAT fellow ,n,, olas,e'n , PROPOSED po,a
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 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.
TT is hard enough for a man to
/ know that he has lost a girl like
4 YOU without you making him feel
worse. or course. he isn't your kind
4 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 l
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,
/ IL 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 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 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
1 and shaving himself. The knights in
| the story books was always just go
/ ing to a battle or Just coming back
. AtNIl NllliA4llS 'tlGr anu the only llE llLS
. 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 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
lardher knight ne'er strewed a bat
tlcield with dead
What kind of guff is that?" asked
the Head Barber.
Tt is ont Of an old romance Will
fred got at the library last night"
I said the Manicure Lady Just think
what would happen to me If was to
marry OldsteID and get carried off BY
a lot of swarthy fCemen, I would
have swell chance of ever being re-
took. wouldn't 10 Imagine Oldstein
I with a flashing sword carving his
I way across 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 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 He takes good care of his
nails, but that don't make him no
knight"