The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-02-16
Married Life the Second Year

| cutting it close! And look at the size
of them Here!" trying to flag a
waiter, 1--WE want a wine card"
The waiter handed him one from
another table and rushed off again.
Now, what do you want to drink
Got to have something to get through
a dinner like this. Keep you from
getting bored to death "Um," running
/ is finger down the wine list. How
about some Sauterne?"
Then without waiting for a reply, he
again beckoned the waiter.
"A quart of this No. 22s And bring
it NOW-not when the dinners half
over"
By this time everyone was ted
and all the tables were filled. With
keen interest Helen Nglanced around.
1t was plainly a literary crowd, as
most of the women were badly dressed.
A straining after the unusual and the
striking was everywhere.
At the next table sat a tall, thin
black eyed woman-her black hair
parted and drawn low over her fore
head: long jet pendants hung from hec
ears. and a black and gold-spangled
shawl glittered over her shoulders.
At the same table was a woman
who looked as thouh she had been
dressed out of the ,neries of a coy
corner. Another woman, viii -oddlsh
brown hair worn low on the neck, af-
fected a flowing Greek style of gcTn,
which Helen felt sure was made out
of white silk shaw1s, for she had one
at home with the same knotted fri-z'.
And next to her was a long haired
frowzy looking man, with badly fit
ting evening clothes and dirty finger
nails. Plainly an artist or poet.
When the cheese and coffee Id
/ cen served, a fife minute inter
mission before the s~eeche~ .,..-
nounced Instantly there was hum
and buzz as everyone rose and strolle
around. Someone slapped Warren on
the shoulder.
he there, Curtis, old ---~~--. t
are you doing here?'
It was Mr.. Wilson, of whom Helen
had often heard. Warren introduced
her briefly, and then she was left to
stand awkwardly by while they laughed
and talked together. 1t was one of the
things Helen found hardest to forgive
So often, when ~4-~y out in pub
&c, Warren would meet some man to
whom he would talk at length. ignor-
ing her utterly, while she would have
to stand by, trying not to seem pain
fully i'll at ease and self-conscious.
THE SPEECHES BEGIN.
She was glad now when there was n
loud rap for order. All hurried back
to their seats, and the toastmaster
was introduced
He began with some facetious re-
-, III
me of a story" followed by the anec-
dotes of vintage and which brought
forth the usual forced laugh.
Then, with much laudation, he in
troduced the speaker of the evening
George Elton Avery, author and play
wright"
Mr.. Avery rose inpressively, pushed
back his chair, and pulled down his
white waistcoat. After a silence to
give time for the applause to die out
and to increase the effectiveness of his
opening, he began his carefully pre-
pared and memorized address on THE
Dram and It's Influence on Modern
Divorce" The address was very wordy
and sounded WE'LL" but was wholly
barren of ideas.
He was loudly applauded and then
the POSTMASTER presented Louise
Miller Sne rose. DOWtHsS RT3-
ciousIy, and effecting q certain girlish
coyness. which suited the girlish blue
satin gown better than 1T suited the
heavy lines of her face, that the powder
and rouge seemed only to emphasize.
why should there be so much talk
and advice on How to Hold the Hus-
band?' she demanded during the
course OF her speech. rs it not time
that something should be said about
How to Hold the Wife?'. Our papers
are filled with articles on how to make
home pleasant for the husband-how
to keep his interest from wandering.
But how about the other side? WIN
does not someone write about that?
Should not the holding of the wife's
love be as much considered as the
huseand's?''
"Uh." grunted Warren ANY man
that had her wouldn't spend mucs:
time trying to hold her"
He said it so loudly that Helen was