The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-09-20

as yet too self-conscious to riSk-Iook-
ing ridiculous.
do you see that woman over there ?
Mrs. Stevens whispered to Helen across
! the table. The one in pale yellow !?
Isn't it dreadful
| The woman was conspiculously
gowned in pale yellow satin cut very
low and ablaze with jewels, and she
/ was now busily tying a long white
kid glove around the neck of her es-
cort.
Mono, the "Other of the Carter
! Not the order Of the glove someone
called out. at which there was a fresh
burst of laughter.
!, The orchestra was almost drowned
1 in the noise, but now and then the
strain of popular air could be heard
1 A man at a nearby table was doing
| a sort of turkey trot with his arms
sad shoulders, without rising from his
| chair. and another was clapping time
with his hands and feet.
| Whats the mater. Why haven't
/ got cap?' demanded Warren sud-
denly. ''Oh, here's mine. Somebody
/ knocked it on the floor
| 'Oh, dear. don't put that on" pleaded
| Helen, as he held up blue and gilt
helmet with trailing paper plume.
| why not" adjusting It jauntily.
/ What's the matter with that?" bend
| ing over to get a glimpse of himself
suit my style of beauty ~
| 1T looks so foolish" whispered Helen
please don't wear it,"
/ Foolish! How about Stevens /?
You're not kicking about his Think
in the mirrired wall. Don't that
Mr.. Stevens was weraing pink
turban like effect, with long streamers
which was absurdly comical with his
bald head and round florid face.
'.Oh. Mrs. Curtis thinks l look well
| in anything. Isn't that it?' beamej
Stevens.
Noise in Plenty
Helen tried to smile. but above
everything else she hated the maudlin
foolish stage which most men reach
when they have had much wine Say
| demanded Mrs. Dawson abruptly
s''Where's the horns? Haven't heard
| one. have you. ?"
why, they passed an ordinance that
they weren't to be allowed in any of
| the restaurants tonight. Didn't you
know that?"
81 think they make quite enough
noise without any horns" commented
Mrs. Stevens. It's really shocking tho
way they carry on"
/ We'll we came to be shocked, ddn t
we?" grinned Warren. Wed feel we
| hadn't got our moneys worth if it was
decent orderly crowd"
| Suddenly a party of four at a table
near the center of the room began to
sing. They We're plainly professionals.
| for their trained voices could be heard
even above the uproar.
why, the orchestra is playing with
| them, murmured Helen.
| "0f course. they are hired by the
management" Mr. Dawson informed
her. did you think they We're mere
ly tiiners?" That's quite trick now
| to put singers at one Of the tables as
| if they were guests"
Soon the after-theatre crowd began
!. to pour in and filled up the few tables
/ that were still reserved.
| There's Trixy Montgomery" whis-
pered Mr.. Dawson to Helen, as strik-
Ting looking woman in an astonishing
| clinging low cut gown swept by. Three
men Were with her. Typical young
| club men who seemed to revel in the
publicity Of taking out young ac-
| tress.
And there's Irene Wallace, over
there" Mr.. Dawson's knowledge of &C
!, tresses seemed extensive She's with
! four mem isn't she. No there's an
other woman with err"
/ The popping OF corks and shrieks of
/ laughter grew more frequent The
walters no longer served the cham
paigne in buckets Of ice, but slammed
! the bottles on the tables. with no more
ceremony than if they were serving
beer. They did not even take time to
remove the empty bottles. which We're
either left on the table. or put on the
floor by the guests.
The Festive stranger
/ The head waiter came around now
distributing additional souvenirs. 4
mechanical toy. in the shape of turkey
aobble with its back filled with can
diaS nd taiI tha4