The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1920-03-13
The Diary of an Engaged Girl
BY Phyllis Phillips

May 15.-Last night Jack and l
went to the Winter Garden. 1t was
simply great. Best looking clothes,
not to mention girls, ever. We had
such fun picking out the prettiest
ones. l nearly always chose the
blonde ones-that's because I'm fair
myself, Jack said-and so did he, so
we could not quarrel even little bit.
My, but l was thrilled in the middle
of the second act when the girl who
came out to do solo-dance turned
out to be an old classmate of mine
at the Art school. Patsy" we always
called her-Patsy Wingate; a perfect
peach Of Swedish girl, with pink
and white skin, that used to make
our mouths water, and big, brown
eyes. She was the lfveliest girl in
our class, and had such lovely dimples
and such way with her. OF course.
she merely played at art and left long
before any Of us did, to go on the
stage. I gave big "Oh!" when she
whirled out, and Jack loked to see
what the matter was.
l squeezed his hand awfully tight,
I reckon, and told him that the dancer
was an old friend of mine from school.
He smiled, as he always does. and
was a very good thing for all con-
cerned that I had retired from the
art world when l did. thought over
this for minute, and of my plans
for studio later, and then said quite
holly that l didn't agree with him.
He patted my hand in superior and
distinctly annoying manner, and said
that 1t really did not matter much
what 1 thought, just SO long as l had
acted as I did and left the school!
I wonder II all men are the same
about their fiancees? l hope so, for
I'd hate to think that I was the only
girl that was being re-educated. Well
to make long story short, ! thrilled
at seeing what our Patsy could do in
the way of dancing. She was a won.
der, and l almost clapped my hands
when she finished. She was billed as
Mile. Liline" on the program, and
that made me laugh, of course. l was
dying to have good old talk with
her about the days gone by and those
to come. Surely Patsy had seen much
In her travels that we had not.
suddenly felt very unsophisticated
in spite Of my engagement ring, rev
erything. After all, my experiences
as Mrs. Jack, l reflected, would not
bring to me all the advantages that
were to be cleaned from real careers
theatrical, artistic and professional
What glory was there in merely run
ming a house smoothly? Some, to be
sure, from a conventional point Of
view, but, dear me, home-making ap
peared very tame as compared to othel
accomplishments.
Jack, much to my surprise, seemed
to like the girls with next to nothing
on as much as I did! I stole a 1ool
at his profile once and saw that he
was completely lost in the beautie:
Of a black-eyed and plump little
chicken" who was very busy inter
preting an Indian dream. Now wha
want to know Is, how can he pu
on such airs and always keep remind
ing me that I must remember the
conventions, ETC., when he himsel
enjoys nearly all of the very same
things that I do? Somehow or othe
I feel that l don't know him as vel
as I thought I did. Maybe he is ont
Of those men who have what Aun
Cecilia calls dual natures" I won
der. She always says it as though thu
person who possessed such were no
fit for public print. But then wha
uOCo Aulit SCSilld ICdlly huoW dUOU
men!
After the theater we went to Fair
hills for supper. | have always want
ed to go there, and it was glorious t
be able to at last. Jack seemed prett,
familiar with the place and evel
with one or two Of the walters.
never stopped to think that maybe h
has had a life that I know nothin.
about. (Another fact that people Xix
Aunt Cecilia love to ponder over
But strsngest Of all was when a rath
er bold looking brunette, who wa
much too painted and over dressed. t.
say the least, waved to him from
table way across the room from us
/ saw all this in the mirror, of course
but Jack didn't know that I did H
made believe that he did not see he
at all, and looked over to one Of tn
walters and beckoned for him to com
and get our order. Maybe that is jus
part of his dual personality" that
have not gotten acquainted with, a
yet. My goodness, it seems as thong
| have lots to learn about homes an
husbands after all No wonder Dorr
and Jean are so peaceful, they ar
just jogging along as they planned
and are not forced to understand
| anyone or anything but their art an
themselves. After all, girl Is awfu
ly easy to understand, l think JAG
! disagrees with me on this subject.
| We had a wonderful supper-a an
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