The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-07-20

! be an officer but afterward 1 decided
that he chauffeur. Yet l have
never seen a garage. 1t is all rather
puzzling, Patty.
| And to add to the mystery OF It all. my
| next door netghbors are exciting my
| curiosity, too. The other night 1 came
! in feeling rather tired and blue, and
| walked over to the window, not the one
| that looks down the old mans gar
den. but the one that looks down on the
house next door. One can almost reach
out and touch the windows across the
court.
I stood looking down, without really
seeing anything. My room was lighted,
and was the one below, in the other
house. As l stood. idly gazing down, l
suddenly became conscious that 1 was
staring into eyes that were staring back
az me. 1t gave me a most curious feel
ing and / jumped quickly back. But ny
curiosity was too much for me, and l
turnd out the light and stepped back
again to the window.
/ looked down into barely furnished
room, where a young woman tossed on a
couch, restlessly. / do not think 1 ever
saw such perpetual motion. She had
lovely reddish brown hair, which seemed
to wave from the very roots, and she
was starring out of her great brown
eyes. You cannot imagine how out of
place she seemed. ip her squalid sur
brown earthen pot. And all the time she
tossed, from side to side, as If In de-
lirlum.
l do not think she had seen me at all. J
do not think she saw anything. She
looked to me as if in a delirium, and
after a while / saw older woman cor,e
to the window and pull the shade down.
When / told the others in the house
about ii. they laughed. They say I am
always looking out for some romance or
in pursuit of that awful Something.
which is supposed to pursue when
in the Big Town. suppose I am fool
ish. and yet somehow. that girls face
and tossing form will haunt me always. 4.
think.
The people of New York quite as
clannish the people of Pensacola, l
am finding out. They are proud of their
Big Town, and they point out that it is
not only the best policed city in the
world, but that there is less crime than
in any other place In the world.
Patty you should hear New Workers.
talk about their Great White Way. They
say it gained its reputation from people
who came here from the small town
fhey met others from small towns, all
bent on seeing the wicked city. so they
went about getting thrill after thrill and
hoDcobbing with other people from other
small towns, and they all went back and
talked about how wicked New York was.
when they had not met a single New
Yorker, except a few chorus girls and
their like. who probably were products
of the small town. in the beginning. How
true or false this Is Patty, I do not
know. But one thing I do know, and
that is that New York is dry and does
not seem to mind it as much you
would think. The theatres are crowded,
the movies damned. the beaches are
thronSed. business is good and everybody
seems happy.
or maybe it Is the contrast. For do
not feel particularly gay. You know /
never di6 like to be the outside look
ing in. If l can't dance I refuse to be a
wal! FLOW Which is to say. my dear,
that / am a lonely maid. with funds get
ting low, and long for even simple
thirg as spin up the Drive with
your 2 man who may not make a good
model but a. least has good manners
Eut h. has suddenly dropped out of my
orbit. Alas and alackaday such is life!
I must finish my ladies'. and go out and
hunt market for them. So goodbye
Tell Dad that the more I see of New
York the better I like it 1t has such A
va, ETY. of surprises. You need not 20
into particulars as to just what the prize
packages contain. though. Patty. You
krcw. in spite OF Dads disposition, he
always wanted my packages to contain
sugar plums.
Your loving
POLLY
No. do not want loan. And I'll
make my own way know the reason
why. That sounds terribly brave. Patty.
but the truth IS. YOU can't starve to
ceath in New York If you try You find
friend at every turn of the road But
between you and me. I say Deliver me
from my friends" Penny does nothing
but preach. How Ioathe preachv peo-
pie. They are so deadening Just as 1
get new scheme and feel myself going
up In the air. Penny sticks a pin in me-.
and DOWN I come just like balloon
making great deal of noise about ii
but collapsing. natheless
Oh. well. every lining has its cloud
and Penny is mine. Write me a cheerful
letter. or | shall die of ennui-and Penny.