Perth Amboy evening news., 1919-07-23

dorothy, aged rs, is spending the
| summer at Lively Beach, having stalk
ed her job and $500 savings on the
chance of winning a suitable husband
during the summer. These are her
letters home to Joan, her chum.)
The War Lion
No. 3
At the Inn, Saturday.
Thank heaven. Joan Darling. / am
still young enough to look crisp de-
spite a sleepless night! Not that L
wanted to sleep particularly. Waking
dreams are often sweetest. So l lay
there with moonlight streaming
across the water and yer the creamy
and and through my window n
over my bed. while imagination made
melodrama in my mind.
1 saw the monstrous working of
war. With Eric Wallis / passed
through it's hundred hells. And with
him i finally came back to normal life
again, where people live and move
in peaceful occupations and actually
know what laughter is, Inc small talk
and pretty pleasures.
/ understand as never before the re-
l~uctance of the thinking soldier to
talk war;" Above all l want to help
him forget. / want to lead his
thoughts toward LIFE.
This, Joan, / find to be the aim not
only of myself but of everybody else
at h hotel. Men, ONE and chill
dren nave banded together with the
one apparent purpose of diverting
my warrior if lot actually capturing
and binding him with chains of flow
erS.
Rich, self-important business men
corral him in porch orners
How're o fixed, Cap'n?" l hear
them ask. Found your niche, old
man, in the workaday? Got your
civil career mapped and charted?
Because if you're thinking of anything
in my line I'd be honored to have you
meet my friend Vanderbillion-' Etc,
etc.
The wives of these men fall over
n another getting up parties for
him.
Dear fellow! How he must long
to see some nice girls and enjoy So
cial life again. Er-did you say he
has money? oh, a writer! l simply
adore writer's. so subtle and-er-
wonderful. | wonder if he could help
Marjorie with her essays"
And the GIRLS-Well, Joan, I can
only remark that Mr.. b. Shaw puts
it mildly when he says 1t is the woman
who does the pursuing, not the man.
Debutantes, ripe social blossoms, in
tellectual cOllegietteS and W1Stful
wallflowers all have their nets spread,
and some are using the harpoon. My
own methods are truly artistic by
comparison.
1t rouses my fighting instincts. Joan.
Several times l have walked straight
up to a buzzing galaxy of beauties
and otherwise and rescued him-just
like that. Ct could neve have. done it
but for my goodlooking clothes. I
drop this philosophic truth in pass
ing: Women dress for other women
more than they do for menu
The Captain took his rescues quietly
but gratefully, 1 thought. We went
sailing, and 1 sent a paen of thanks
to high heaven that 1 had learned
about living on the shores of Lake
Erie.
II knew you could SAIL" he said,
looking at me in his quietly-apprais-
ing way, with the half-smile. II bet
you can do a fast game of tennis,
too, and swim"
I nodded briskly-and breathed a
wireless prayer of gratitude to Randy
Nixon back home, who taught me at
the age of twelve to rival the fish in
the sea. BY saying little, I contriyed
to make Capt. Wallas think 1 have all
the accomplishments on the calendar.
How wonderful it is" he said. as
if he were thinking aloud. ITO be here,