New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-08-27
Silence,
TheGold Brick

ever written. 1t is about nice young
fellow who went to call on a nice young
girl.
Clarence Sumpf knew Marion Church
in a casual way, and wanted to know
her better. Marion knew Clarence, TOO,
and was not averse to further acqualnt-
ance. When Clarence asked if he might
call some evening, she said Eyes" imme-
diateIy, and began to debate whether
she'd wear her new pearl beads or hex
Irish lace jabot when he came.
Clarence took the thing very serious
" also. He had never called upon
Young lady before because he looked
upon a deliberate evening call as the
initial step to the altar, and he wished
to be sure of himself before ne made the
solemn move. Clarence's mother was
built on similar mental lines, and on the
night of his date with Marion, when
Clarence was standing before his look
ing glass, trying to make his cowlick
STAY down, his mother gave him some
valuable advice.
Nov. Garry" she said, remember!
Don't talk the girl to death. SO many
Young men, when they go to call, spend
the whole evening in talking about
themselves and their affairs. The poor
girls never get word in edgewise.
Don't YOU be like that Remember that
a girl likes a young man to be good
listener. as well as good talker."
"Tll remember, ma" said Clarence,
giving his necktie final pull.
Marion had mother, too, and when
she came into Marion's room that even
ing to hook up the two top hooks which
Marion could not reach she handed
daughter, along with her services, line
of gratuitous counsel.
'If Mr.. Sumpf is the young man that
have always understood him to be, and
| have known his people for a long
while" she said, ''he is too sensible a
Young man to be attracted by girl who
chatters, chatters necessarily. SO many
girls when young man comes to call on
them spend the whole blessed evening
talking about themselves and their own
affairs. The poor young man never gets
a word in edgewise. Don't you be like
that. Marion. Remember that a man
likes a girl to be good listener, as well
as a good talker."
'Tll remember, ma" said Marion, CIV
ing her bandeau final yank.
Well, there is no surprise coming. We
have purposely made the prelimlnarles
30 plain that the most casual reader VIII
guess the outcome. Well-bred greetings
over, Clarence and Marion sat and
looked at each other; each, as racing re-
porters would put it, under a strong
pull" Every now and then they would
start cackling in a perfectly natural
way, perfectly spontaneous and uncon-
strained, and then, just as they were
beginning to enjoy each others society,
they would remember mothers warn
ing.
This will never do" thought dutiful
Clarence; Il must be good listener"
I'm talking my head off," thought
Marion, land promised wouldn't"
After a while the parlor was as lively
as doctors waiting room. All you
heard was an occasional cough and the
TICKING of an unseen clock. Worse
still, Clarence and Marion were trying
to stife yawns, and succeeded very
badly. Worst of all, they were voting
each other stupid"
What might have ended eventually in
a trip to the marriage license bureau
ended right there in two hours of dismal
intercourse. Clarence, when he got home
that night, gave his necktie such vi
cious yank that HI tore it. Marion broke