The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1915-08-14

"Why, you got new petticoat toov'
remarked Evelyn.
':Three forty-three." Patsy confided.
Zone Of them invisible plaids. Maybe
It wouldn't put Fift' avenoo on the
blink"
She hung up her hat and skirt and
took down a worn. fiimsy affair of fan
nelette with wide sleeves. She turned
1t over and over before putting it on
and said severely. with wink at the
girls:
Simpson. you've been wearin' my
kimono!"
Simpson did not deign to reply.
"Girls," went on the lively chorus
leader, who was in high spirits after
her days shopping. 81 seen some waists
today that was real beauts-all over
lace. real lace. An how much dyer
think? Three dollars. had to pass
'em up, though. After l bought these
yellow kicks me pocketbook looked like
a disaster"
She held up one foot that they might
see her new tan shoes.
"You certainly was good to your
SELF" observed Inez.
1--WE been savin' on car fare an
lunches" explained Patsy. II just
said it was up to me to refurnish from
cellar to DOME"
At this juncture very neat and very
black maid entered and handed num-
Der of letters to Simpson. whose serv-
ant she was.
"People writing for autographs"
drawled Simpson. Mon Dieu, what a
bore! Here. Blanche. take my coat"
GLOW d'you like me FRITZ Scheffs ~
continued Patsy, removing the hirsute
adornments from her head and ignor-
ing the show girl. Take it from me,
them puffs is goin' to be the dead swell
article. An such a bargain! When l
tell you the price you'll pass away.
Just fash your glims on them curls-
feel 'em-real hair! got the puffs,
the bunch of curls an the bayrette
for $1.75 from a lady friend at the
Casino. She's lettin' her hair go back
to brown this season.
Inez suddenly recollected that she
had brought up letter for her. Patsy
took II and Topped Imply into her
chair.
Guys writin' for autographs" she
drawled. "Mon Doc. what borev'
The girls screamed with laughter,
and Simpson waxed exceeding wroth.
Milly caught sight of the letter lying
on the toilet table. Her curiosity got
the better of her discretion.
'Who's your letter from, Patsy? Is
it your gentleman friend you told me
about-you know, DAM"
Patsy, her mind diverted by her bout
with the show girl, had forgotten all
about the letter.
"Sure," she replied, tearing it open.
HE writes me every day, sometimes
twicet.''
She gave start, and her eye lighted
up with glad excitement as she perused
the note.
"He's got a surprise for me-some.
thin swell, Milly," she said. Hes
goin' to be out in front tonight. Fancy
that! l must go an tell Nora"
Fifteen minutes! Fifteen minutes!
Fifteen minutesw shouted the call boy
outside.
Gee! must get to work." ejacu
lated Patsy. changing her mind. Eve
Ign, gimme me dress, will you? Girls,
she went on as she slipped into de
collete costume Of white satin trimmed
with beads of pearls and threads OF
silver, "who d'you think l seen today;
Leslie Carter. She was buyin' span.
giles. ! was close to her an rubbered
to beat the band. Don't you just love
Carter? Honest, think that woman's
got the most emotional hair in this
business"
give seen her in everything she
plays" said Evelyn
$50 have l. You know Carter's q
whole lot on my STYLE" affirmed Patsy
I'm really cut out to be one of then,
emotional all over the place actresses. y
Evelyn intimated that she would moi
care what the role might be if she
could only wear pale blue tights.
"I'm just wasted in Skirts" she de-
clared.
Patsy dissented:
"Nix for the tights gag. Not that
couldn't wear 'em, Simpson" she said
as that lady staggered. II hate to tall,
about figures, but could make the
Venus de Milo look like May Irwin,
Pm only in musical comedy to learn to
be graceful. | bet could get hacker
to star me If could get the play; but,
gee, It's hard to get good tragic play!
OF course l could get one from Charlie
Frohman, but l don't want to take it
away from Maude Adams or Ethel
Barrymore. l can always dance for
my livin'."
You're hit with yourself. amt
your? sneered Simpson. who never
could see joke unless 1T was accom-
panied by a diagram.
"Girls. I'm no knocker, an you never
hear me leadin' no anvil chorus" re-
torted Patsy, but If certain parties
was where they belong they'd be max
in beds"
Overture! Overturew came the
warning call:
There was general exodus, and
Simpson and Patsy remained alone.
The latter was about to follow the
others when there was the sound of a
scuft1e outside, and Morals voice was
heard raised in entreaty:
"Oh. don't-stop. please stop!
Before Patsy could reach the door
Nora, greatly agitated. came into the
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