Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-01-15

HOME GROWN
By FANNIE HURST

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Queenie? He watched us paddle off
ike he'd give n half interest in his
Miami bank stock to be in my place"
"Yes-he--would-no !" sung in u
voice to deny her negation.
Mr.. Gilly busted his hands of sand
particles, rolled over luxuriously on his
side, climbed to his feet and stretched
wide his arms like sun god standing
at the edge of a day. He was white
flannel epic in sartorial art, an heroic
expression of trousers creased to the
knife edge and wide cuffed to reveal,
yet conceal, white -clocked hose, so
sleazy that the knob of his ankles
strained thinner the silk. \ white
silk shirt futed in front and bloused
to a correct negligee snapped in the
breeze, and with it all the carefully
careless hair, the unimportant features
and the too large horseshoe scarf pin
that distinguishes the sophomore from
the scholar, the wcevil from the worker,
the gent from the gentleman.
Stay where you are, Birdie, and Ill
hike down to the canoe for the basket.
Well spread the eats on the sand and
build a bonfire till the moon comes up.
We're going to have some little feast
real cut ups we aTe-Wuulun lHSS give
us the laugh at homey'
He bounded down the slope of beach
lightly, the spray of kicked up sand
shooting from under his white canvas
shoes.
They dined like two gnomes, with the
fire dancing in their eyes and over
their hair and down their backs and
their own shadows. curiously elongated
and stretched on the sand beside them,
full of mystery and absurd with the
mimicry of their own gyrations.
Have pickle. Birdie birdie
Don't care if ] do.
Are you happy, .gElie?'
We'll, | guess
''S'more cakes?'
"Nope"
"Whatta you think of our party,
sister-real gay, amt we"'
Some party
You're the kind of grille I'd like to
take to a real lobster supper. Gee, the
swell little parties I've had at
| Churchey's nice little congenial
crowd like that and can hug the day
| lights out of myself for joy !"
"Churchey's is one little dream of a
place-they got the swellest dance floor
in town,
Don't know it! I"
Butch, | don t know, but-since--
since | been out here. with the pine
air that kind of bites into your lungs,
and the moon so close you can taste il
to see if it's a Camembert or Gorgon
zola, II amt SO keen on rushing
through life on subway trains"
"Hear-hear Say, outside of Noe
York-you' d thrive like an orange grove
in Alaska
Gee, a story and half cottage IL
M-Michigan, with garden and props
under the trees to keep the fruit from
breaking them. and paling fence al
around to keep the kiGdies in whil
you re cutting cookies with the lid o
baking powder can. Gee. little o
that would make the silk velour in tn
Turkish room at Churchey's raise it
: nap for shame at takin' your money"
1 ''Migawd whisper that line of tall
4 in a photograph record, Birdie birdie
and I'll send it to Maisie for a centen
nial present
silly
Rave on, I can manage you if yo
get violent
$ whats them lights over there,
Gilly?'
4 That's Bay Shore-another dunn
like ours, only they got picture sho'
= and two hotels and dancin' on FriGa
r nights
> She raised her head like houn
scenting its trail.
- "Dancin me to it, honey; lea
. y me to it :"
= Keep cool and Fletcherize your hal
y sandwiches. Cleopatry-Friday night
:, was what l said--Friday nights-an
4 I'm on dooty!'
y Miss Fink waved her sandwich abOy
4 her head so that the long arm Of HI
u shadow danced across the sand.
"Ah, that teasing, teasing Tango
Swoop oh, how it makes your brai
go,
" Let's start that teasing Tia -ango =
L "Oh. no you don't out here. kidd
Wait till Saturday night and you'll s.
d the way the gay birds 90 it out here
: the Lancers and the Virginia Reels Il
" limit.
e THE Virginia what?''
r ''One night me and your friend Mais
= tried three steps of the Boston Glide al
m | amt been so nearly out of a job sin
10 the Sea Side Hotel fire.
Swoopl Oh, how it makes your bra
i, go,
n Umph - umph - umph umph umpl
~ -umph
- - cav, cut it out there, girlie--wh
III You teasing me for? Gee. if had y,
down at Churchey's this minute"
Miss Fink's eyes were like Sits h
$, shoulders and her waist and her vol
he swayed with the hesitating rhythm
worshiper of Buddha under His r
IS tree.
do YOU know the Singalese Di
It's the hardest of them all, Gilly-
On I'm the neatest little dipper y
lis ever seen-ask 'em when you go back
IS they know me up at the Fifty min
of Street Palley Doc Dance
vn Copyright, 1920, By Wheeler Syndicate
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