Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1919-05-15
THE SUPREME
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BY George Allan England.

BY George Allan England.
''Serene. Indifferent to fate" Slat-
sey leaned back with a sigh Of almost
perfect bliss in the huge, padded Nor.
ris chair, and drew at his priceless
panatella.
DR.. Bender, in the depths of a leath.
er rocking-chair, his slippered feet on
the table, smiled with beatitude.
For their rooms in the extreme pri-
vacy of the neat little Hotel de Luxe
were marvels of bachelor comfort.
On the table reposed tray with
fragmentary remnants of a delectable
feed-always including Pods ultimate
JOY, rich rice pudding with lots of but
ter and cream, and with fat raisins OF
the juciest.
pretty smooth dump, this" grunt.
ed Pod, with another sigh. During
the past weeks of inactivity and gorg-
ing he had put on a trif1e of forty
or fifty pounds.
me for the De Looks, every time!
Ever since the big gilt dropped into
our kicks. after that Vanderpool race,
an we slowed away, I've been strong
for the resher.shay stuff they hand
out here. The way they act certainly
makes hit with muh!"
"And no fly-cops butting in, either"
added Ben. Il tell you, Pod, this con-
throwing isn't such much, beside the
real refinements of home like this.
Now that we've brought home the
bunting, me for sQuaring it, bun
die of AL bonds, and respectability.
That's my dope-that, and con-
tinuation Of this chow, with little
something dry on the side. What more
could couple of honest, retircI con-
gents reQuire?"
Pod sighed again, still more deeply;
but this sigh held less OF happiness
than the first.
Bender's reference to "home" had
stirred the smoldering Goals of new
sentiment in his huge heart love
Goals, now being blown upon by Birdy
McCue.
And in Pods disturbed mind visions
began to rise. Not even the memories
Of rice and raisins could quite smother
the growing flame.
Birdy. was the pals own particular
waitress. Her complexion was of
cream and rose.petals, her eyes May.
sky blue, her luxuriaht hair a yellow
wherein no H2O2 had ever mingled its
cOrrupting influence.
Birdy's bare arm was firm and
rounded and very white, also her V-cut
waitress's shirt-waist disclosed a full
throat, and her apron-straps rested
over more than Juno-esQue bosom.
In addition to all this, an occasional
glimpse Of her ankle as she swung in
and out the double-doors of the dining.
room disclosed it to be of that trim
and silk.stockinged variety which oft
times leads to reveries.
In fine, Birdy was one buxom,
healthy, beautiful young woman, full
of life and the joy of life, weighing
one hundred and forty.two, age TWEEN.
ty-five, ripe and fair-yes, peach.
Pod sighed for the third time, very
heavily, and forgot to SNAKE. Had his
rubicund face been capable of it, he
would have paled slightly.
Ben shot quick, keen glance at
him, by the mellow light of the frost
cd electric table-lamp. His brow
wrinkled. Did he, too, sigh: or was
it an extra deep inhalation of the per-
fumed cigarette.smoke he loved so
well?
Pod noticed neither the look nor the
heavily, and forgot to smoke. Had his
he was thinking-of Birdy; pondering
on the blissful existence of the past
few weeks. so warm. wellfed. and Sc
cure, disturbed only by the cravings
of the insistent love-bug which, its
period of incubator now past, was be-
ginning to bite in real earnest.
He was mentally reviewing the sit
nation. He had, we'll he he knew, made
no false step he felt himself in favor
with his Juno.
The first day at the De Luxe he had
slipped her five-spot, from an obese
roll.
he had remarked nonchalantly. Pm
an extensive feeder, an want you to
remember me. can talk to chicken
eng cassy.roll-louder than any man
in Manhat.
Il can reach further an stab a pie
deeper than Malta knitting a snitch,
an ] hold the international rice-pur.
din long-distance record. bar none.
"Crab-meat is where ] live, see?
I'll stow away grouse and truffies
against ell comers. Are you on? You
be the fixin' kid and keep things com.
In; shove a little chick lunch up to
the room every P. M. about eleven;
let me do The bill O. fare through, an
repeat, an you'll gather. Got it?"
I'm on" she had smiled, with a
dazzle OF white teeth. "And your
friend?"
"Oh, him? Say. he's dyspeptic. A
good fella, you know, but It's me
that's the bear on eats. So chase 'em
In lively, kiddo, and-you know"