The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-10-26
THREE SQUARES. A DAY

f,Tlmt was AWARDED the Prize IN the
recent contest by the Catholic Press
Association.)
Face powder, talcum, cold cream,
and violet toilet water blended into
that .exhilarating atmosphere which
precedes a dance in a girls calendar.
Blonde Julie Allen, lovely in pink
chiffon and silver piroutted before a
totally inadequate mirror. From the
least cluttered of the two beds, her
roommate regarded her with mock
Ing, tender eyes. l.
"Ju Allen" she. spoke, peacock
some more!. want to draw a war
poster and cali it.~Make the World
Safe for Sweet-and- Twenty"
Reluctantly, Julie, turned, twisting
her little face into an enchanting
grimace. Kathleen O'Connor! You
never think of another thing but draw
ing and-War."
Kathleen, lolling comfortably in
worn dressing gown and down-at-the-
heel slippers, twirled the inevitable
drawing pencil and laughed softly.
poor Ju-Ju! Did l bore it, then,
with shop talk?" She pushed rumpled
black hair from face like naughty
boys. Its getting those letters from
Peter makes me think of war, dear, -
she went on, suddenly serious, ire
reading those bits the censor passes
brings the thing home, l tell you. War
is making that nineteen-year-old broth
err of mine grow up. He went to
France to drive an ambulance because
some of his classmates were going and
because he wanted to see the thing at
first hand-but now-crazy daredev-
ill.," She choked, her glance seeking
his picture on the opposite wall.
jules look followed and she smiled
up at the boy in football toys, whose
wide grin was like shaft of light
across his ugly, adorable face. Mice
boy" she sighed.
At that instant the telephone buried
sharply "A-ah," Julie said, darting
toward it, "Nicky Rim at last"
Kathleen settled to her drawing
while the other girl laughed light
banter into the phone. jules tele-
phone conversations were too numer,
Gus and complicated for her artist
roommate to follow. Only when the
receiver clicked to its hook did she
raise her eyes. Julie dashed toward
her. DEAREST" she said tragically,
will you come to the dance-pleaSe?
Nicky is bringing friend-I said he
might-and must get him partner y
Kathleen, lazy among the cushions.
happy with her pencil and drawing
pad, spoke indulgently: "Ju-Ju, dear,
/ can't. l must finish this magazine
cover"
"Oh, Kath, you might, just this
once" pleaded Julie. fearful. "Nicky
says his friend is nice and fearfully
handsome. You can draw him after
wards. Please!"
Kathleen laughed at the wheedling
and got up. Have | anything to
wear?" she queried.
Julie flung open her roommate's
closet door. NO." she announced with
tragic promptitude, you have not!
Your evening gown is crumpled in a
ball in one corner. Oh, Kath, I'll lend
you my yellow one"
Her roommate protested helplessly
"1t's all right" Julie insisted; ''it
looks best on you, anyway. Now &C
wash and do your hair-and don't
waste any time. I'll let out one tuck
in the yellow dress and-y'la! Now
CO."
obediently, Kathleen snatched soap
towels, powder, a comb and started
When she returned the frock of misty
yellow chiffon was spread on her bed
SITS like primroses," she exclaimed
to. Julie as she slipped it over hel
head. 4,
Twenty minutes after transforme ed
Kathleen, exquisite in pale yellow that
skilfully called attention to he1
creamy skin, that emphasized the
blackness of her hair, came face to
face with Nicky Rims friend. As the
stranger bowed the artist in Kathleen
experienced thrill of quick pleasure
He was handsome Sunburned, fail
complexion, sleek reddish-brown hair
firm, merry lips. .a.fsg
Miss O'Connor-Pat McKeen. Miss
O'Connor-Pat McKeen," the clustered
Nicky was repeating in the manner oil
hotel page. Kathleen blushed to
realize she had been staring. The
keen blue eyes that saw her discom
future seemed. coolly, humorously
aware of their owners startling good
looks. At that instant Kathleen be
came. conscious that the newcomer
was not id uniform. Nieky Rim wore
the khaki of his college regiment
Kathleen was irritatedly disappointed
in Nicky's 'fearfully handsome
friend" ~
The Home Club is one of Greater
New York's many hotels 'for women
only" 1t is perhaps the most home
like of them all. At any rate it was
home to Kathleen and julie Once a
week it held those dances which were
shining gems in the mosaic pattern
of eighteen-year-old jules life. She
was college freshman and had les
sons to wrestle with other evenings
Friday nights she came into her own