The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1920-10-01
By SEWELL FORD

frozen in high. But l shouldn't worry
Mrs. Candy"
ooh, l stopped worrying about PHILIP
long ago." says mother. "If l hadn't
should have time for little else.'
So when 1 hears the front door bang
and somebody rushes upstairs and
down again l was looking for a dissi
pated young wretch with broad shout
ders and square chin. And then in
drifts this slim ,white-faced youth Of
about half past Is, with the tired eyes
and bored expression.
why, Philip" says Mrs. Candy
shakin' her finger at him playful
Late again, you naughty boy"
Nov mother" protests Philip
Lay off that nursery stuff, can't you?
Anyone would think l was kid to
hear you naughty-boy me-"
But where have you been all this
timer" insists mother.
"Oh, just out with the fellows" says
Philip.
II hope you haven't been playing
craps again." says Mrs. Candy.
Wouldn't it be awful if l had?''
says Philip. No never mind the soup
and fish, Mrs. Ellins. I'll just crash
in where you are on the menu. Mind
if l have a cigarette first?"
Yes, Philip is some hot young sport.
Dresses the part, too, with that soft
collar and the coat with the slit peck
cts and the thin platinum watch chain
draped across his vest. One of the
kind who has been brought up in an
apartment hotel, is my guess You
know the brand, maybe. They get
their trainin' from snubbin' head wait
ers and tellin' the room clerk where
he gets Off Interestin' products of
home life on the tenth floor suite
that is, if you don't have to live with
'em constant. l grins across at Wee
and slips her the wink whenever Philip
makes any of his cute retorts to his
mother or sister.
But somehow it amt until we was
havin' coffee on the terrace and the
maid announces that Mr.. Hamilton
Curtis has arrived to see Miss Candy
that l starts wonderin'
Hey, Vee," l whispers, gettin' her
one side. How many of the Canbys
did you say there were +"
Three" says Wee.
Besides Bub-Baby Brother, you
know% l insists.
ooh, that's what Edith calls Philip"
says she Why Torchy? What's the
natter? Are you choking?"
"Oh, gosh" says l. Say, let's
trickle into the background and watch
Ham Curtiss make his entry. It's
going to be worth while"
| Uh-huh! 1t was. Ham. is all cos
tuned for his evenin' Romeo act, din
ner coat, shiny pumps, 'neverything.
and with that snappy smile of his all
set. Also his arms are full of bundles,
all shapes and sizes; half dozen of
'em or more. With little rouge on
his nose and some white fur on his
coat he'd passed for Santa Claus
who'd got mixed in his dates.
why, hello Ham," sings out Mr..
Robert, even him puzzled. Been
shopping or something?"
"Not-not precisely" says Ham,
tintin' up in the ears. "Ah, good even
ing, Miss Candy. Awfully glad to see
you again. Hope Pm not too late. Lit
tie chap hasn't been tucked away for
the night, has he?"
81 beg pardon?" says Miss Edith,
starin' at him.
SILLY of me, l know" goes on Ham,,
startin' to unload his packages into
chair. "But I'm strong for the little
fellows myself. Always was. And
couldn't resist picking up few trim
kets that might amuse him. You
understand"
I'm afraid l don't quite says
Edith. Perhaps I'm stupid tonight
But-er-just what sort of trinkets,
may ask ?"
Certainly" says Ham. Perhaps I'd
best submit 'em to you first. Might
be some you wouldn't care to have him
have, yknow. I'm no Judge. Simply
picked up what l thought he'd like.
Little idea of my own. Just had to
follow it"
did your" says Edith.
Course, that wasn't helpful bit to
Ham, and he's gettin' fused by the
seconds. Then there was Mr.. and Mrs.
Robert Ellins and Mrs Candy, sort of
groupin' themselves around curious.
and even the maid stretchin' her neck
while she's gatherin' up the coffee
cups
So Ham. starts PAWN around among
his purchases and at last gets the
paper wrappin' off one of 'em
"Therel" says he, holdin' it up
Model of the Arizona, gun turrets and
all. There's key to wind up the en-
CINE with. Sails around in bath tub
Tor anywhere. And here-now what
the deuce is this? Oh, yesl This is
the drum See, sticks and everything!
Rub-a-dub-duh! 'Rah-rah, rah! Every
youngster ought to have drum these
days. So he can have an election
parade all by himself, Ell? He can