The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1918-12-28

which she whimsically calls "Waitin;
popular boy 1 ever saw and his bills
for candy and flowers for January 1
will surely be something awful, for
he remembered all the girlies, but
none with anything more than candy
or roses. You should see the hand
made handkerchiefs, scarfs, pillows,
''n'everything" he got from the girls,
each of whom thinks she is first Cor
at least hopes SOD They say some of
their mothers did the embroidery, but
don't tell. The parents all are crazy
about Jack, too.
What kind of miXup was it one Of
the very prettiest girls got into on the
night of a dance not long ago? Was
she trying to double cross in some
way? Anyway, 1 didn't see her name
in the paper and it should have been
there.
Another very young girl and a boy
but little older are said to be merely
waiting until the girl is Is so that
they may be married. No, we can't
tell you whether or not they really
will, but that is what they say now.
and we guess the young man has an
income so that he, could marry and
keep the wolf from, the door. That's
what they tell AGATHA.
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LILO CflOlI VI lHc II lISI IpdpllSl
church will give a program of Christ
mas music at seven-thirty Sunday
evening. The choir will be assisted
by Miss Helen Phipps. violinist The
program will include an organ num-
Der. March of the Magi." by Mailing,
joice Believers" by Shepard: solo.
brightest and Best by Coombs, Mrs.
William Bauman, violin obligato. Miss
Phipps; chorus, THE Nativity" by
by Neidlinger. Mr.. Harold Rankin;
chorus. Three Christmas Carols; violin
solo, Miss Helen Phipps; solo, ''Vir-
gins Lullaby" by Buck, Mrs. Beryl
Johnson; solo and chorus, "Oh Holy
Night" by Adam. Mrs. w. N. Benning
Bells" by Gounod, Mr.. Bernard Nc
Kown.
The Monday Tourist club will meet
with Mrs. Carl w. Moore, 1927 Fill
more street. Monday afternoon at two
thirty o'clock.
The Priscilla club will meet next
Friday afternoon with Mrs. William
Allen, 614 West Seventh street.
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ABSENCE MAKES THE HEART
A Topeka man explains the thrills
Of MY Wife's Gone to the Country,
Hooray, Hooray." Here is how he
spent last night, according to the story
he tells today:
Up. m.-Ate dinner at the Cremerie.
No one to talk to except Albert Reid.
His wife is away, too, and the con-
versatiol was about as hilarious as a
funeral. Agree with him in politics,
but never und -rstood art. The menu
was 20 inches long; condensed type,
with added attractions pinned on if
you wish to wait. Not a thing on
! the switch list that I get at home.
Waitress vita fluffy hair did the hon
ors. Funny, but she isn't as FL city as
when wife is in town. D. re.
taurant.
1920 p. m.-Met a friend on street.
'Whatdya mean down town at this
time?" he conceded. Suppose you'll
tell your wife the street cars weren't
running" D. a friend!
1928 p. NAT the Orpheum. Saw
seat near two Riddles. Sat there
One-of them rubbed his wet shoes on
my pant leg. Feeling more at home.
Enid Bennett and the picture seems
all right, but stage hand is building
barn or something and 1 can't hear
the music. Whoopee! The comedy
appears. Now for a few minutes of
joy. Huh. whatdya suppose every
body's laffin' for? Have seen hun
dred these comedies right here in
| this seat a whole lot funnier Man on
my left must be dying. Man behind
me just sneezed-and the boob didn't
lower his curtain. Lights on. Tank
dod it's over. Where's my hat. Please
| take your foot off my lid. boy. Saw
three couples. friends of ours. Seemed
ITO be ENJOYING the night out. Ugh.
where's your wife," one of them
yelled to me across several rows of
seats. Met another comedian out in
the lobby ''Sneaking away f.om
home tonight?'' he inquired Walked
east on Eighth stree. toward the Now
city. Cold wind from west. Pave
ment slippery. Met another alleged
friend. Your night out?" ne snick-
cred. I'll bet you're a devil when
you get out this way Carry matches,
drink coca colas, 'neverything Oh,
boy! Decided not to go to the Nov
city. D. show.
9:15 p. m.-On sire 1t car bouncing
home. Have a merry Christmas ?'
grinned the conductor. D. a con-
ductor.
$3.50 p. m.-Home-or rather at the
house where I sometimes live. Cold
asel. No kids to yell 40, daddy"
No wife to bestow a perfunctory peck.
No lights shining brightly over The
warm davenport. No nothing. Just