El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1913-04-30
Cir Alone In New York
She Sees Some Real Turkey TrOtfinR
and Is Disguised With IL
in the Cabarets.
L
By Lillian Lauferty.

~ EABEST KITTEN: I've been to
the animal fair, the birds and
the beast were there, the old
babOon--" and that is about how a New
York ball strikes me today. But I
took it far more seriously last night
And oh, how I wish 1 hadn't. Honey
you may call some of the little dances
in Columbia City and New Haven and
Valparaiso slow" and wish Joe
could take you TO a real function up
in Chi but dances are happy young
things. and balls are painful old at
fairs, and 1 know.
Besides all of which. the Royce
girls have not the costumes for balls.
wore my little blue cnarmeuse. and
felt in a blue funk when beheld
GlOryfs glory A Cauot creation Of
pale pink and apple green chiffon all
done with pOsies and pearls and price
Now. don't doubt that a fashion
editor would call this a most in
adequate description, but how you'd
come closer to describing the beWil-
derinS fluff that dwelt under Glory,s
SKY SIue plush evening coat don't
see. But just about persisted when
I beheld the utter spleRdiferOusness Of
all the ladies fair at the ball
l.
ashamed of the little HoOsier- he had
brought along in his party. OF course,
he was very polite and took dance,
but IL was "a turkey trot. and we had
t. sit It out Neither he nor Glory in
tIOduced me to a soul, and if Mr.. Eng
lish had not been perfectly fine about
his little Cinderella partner, she must
have been a hopeless walflower. But
he took many dances and signed all
sorts of scriggles, so it really appeared
that I was quite a belle, and all his
intrOductiOns were so clever and fiat
tering that he fairly persuaded the
men 7 was a parsonage instead Of
mere little scribbler who may never
amount to anything at all.
And how t hate the turkey trOt and
the bunny hug and all the mena gerie
wrigglest Why. the inventors of those
fGr-from- dances forgot all about the
fact that dancing is an expression OF
poetry and rhythm The turkey t-ot
IS very bad merer-lOtS or extra IeeI
and so much swing that ii browns out
all decency. And a more gO-as-yOu-
please affair YOU never S2W-you IOl-
pro tem-and Just when you've learned
to wriggle and twist as his fancy die
tates you get a new dictator
Kitty, think of being glad and
thankful and Joyous when dance con-
cludes to endi But I was, and when
n. A. and Glory decided to stay for the
supper and cOtillOn, or whatever they
have at these Manhattan functions, I
that we were both working 4Olk and
would now proceed to buy us a little
taxi and ride home in ii.
I was so tired and felt such a social
fafure-badly dressed and unable to
mix 7 just wanted to drop my head
down on mothers shoulder and cry II
all out And the only shoulder handy
was Mr.. Englishs-sO I sat up very
straight and bit my lips and swal-
lowed all the bitter thoughts that
were trying to choke me.
And then Mr.. English suddenly said:
Poor little girl. YOU have had a stupid
evening. 1t was like putting one lit
tie anemone into bunch Of dollhouse
roses. VIII the delicate little wind
flower forgive me for taking her out
OF her woods into that atmosphere
And. then-Oh. Kitty, don't ask me to
explain how il ever could have hap
rcned-but it did-Nir. English took
me in his arms and kissed me. Am 7
engaged to him2 I suppose 7 am. and
7 don't want to be. one bit, and 7 am
so ashamed of some one don't know
what to do. and her is-YOur loving
MadEe.