The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-06-03

his name printed in bright red
ink In the social register.
A hot lot of young gold spoon
ers they was, too; some of 'em
not as old as me by a couple Of
years. and swellin' arund In dinky
Tuxes and white kids.
And you should have heard the
talk they had as they loafs
around the cloakroom between
the numbers,-all about the aw-
full things they did at prep school.
Almost made your blood run cold
not.
After intermission they come
sneakin' I'm by twos and threes to
hit up their cigarets. 1t was about
eleven-thirty and there was four
or five of 'em In the cloakroom.
puffin' away languid like real
clubmen, when in drifts a young
lady all in pink silk and gold net
and halls one of the wicked
bunch.
Bobby" says she, "you ought
to be ashamed OF yourself!"
Run on now, Vee," says he.
Told you when l asked you to
come that I wasn't dancing man,
y'know."
"Fudge!" says she, stampin' her
foot. You think it's smart to
take that pose, don't you? Well,
you watt"
And, say, you talk about your
naughty beauts! She was a thor
oughbred sumner, this Miss Wee
was, and mad all over.
Il haven't been on the floor for
four numbers" she goes on. You
just watt"
You wouldn't be cad enough to
peach on us for smokin', would
your" says Bobby.
Wouldn't 1, thought" says she.
That starts a stampede. All but
Bobby chucks away their cigarets
and beats il back to the ball room.
He turns sulky, though.
Tell ahead" says he. who
cares? And let's see you get any
more dancesl"
l should say he was sixteen
maybe, and the young lady a year
older. I'm SO much interested in
the case that the first thing /
know I've butted In with advice.
"Ah, be nice, Claude!" says J..
~.'Dance with the young lady. l
would if | was you"
He glares at me for a minute or
so, and then turns on the queen
in pink. Il hope you're satisfied,
Wee" says heA You would come
in here. though! can't help it If
the attendants are insolent to
you"
"Pooh." says Miss Wee. 1.-The
young man was only taking my
part. He acts more like a gentle
man than you do, at any rate."
Does he?" says Bobby. Then
why don't you get him for a part
ner?"
"If you don't ask me for this
next waltz, l will, says she,
tossin' up her chin.
What a bluff" says Bobby.
We'll, Miss Wee, I'm not going to
ask you. Now!"
Say. it was gettin' more or less
personal by that time, and l was
wonderin' just how the young
lady was goin' to back out of the
proposition that had been put up
10 her, when the first thing l
know she's marehin' straight over
to where | was.
"WilI you give me this next
waltz" says she
Say" l gasps, do you mean
it?"
Certainly do" says she. "You
can dance. can't you? Come on"
I'm a minute" says /. Just
hold on until i borrow the young
gentleman's evening coat"
"Wha-what's that?" snorts
Bobby.
You can be usin' mine for a
smokin' Jacket" says 1. Peel It
off now, and let the fancy vest
come along too"
II won't do it," says Bob
by.
-"Oh, yes, you WILL" says I. cor
else you and me will be mixed up
in a rumpus that'll bring the
chaperons and special cops in
here on the run" and with that
I proceeds to shed the braided
coat and my black vest.
You're insultingi" says Bobby,
gettin' wild-eyed.
"G'wani" says I. Its a fair
swap. I'll leave IL 60 the young
lady"
And when I'd sized her up for
a thoroughbred I hadn't made any
wild guess. There's a twinkle un-