Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1920-01-04
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to ask Mrs. Chamberlain or someone
else awfully bright. But | did have
the assurance down deep within me
that, then, the hearts of the boys
would come and go at my sbeckoning,
much as you can throw ball from
one of your hands to the other and
never miss.
Of course l had to admit to my
self that Mamma had selected what |
was wearing, and that, perhaps, was
having its concrete share in keeping
the first-evening admiration of Hard.
But then, Mamma is always only too
glad to help her lambkin in any way
she can. l preened myself maybe a
little too elf-consciously, for this
marvellous football player looked
sharply at me, and then gazed at the
honeysuckle vines and walked nearer
the steps. Next he said, repeating
himself. as even it is said Shake
speare has done, 81 do V ish you and
l were to have that chicken and waf-
file dinner all alone. But patheti
cally, "you won't do that. You're
just like all the other girls"
Whether he thought "just like all
the other girls" would bring me to
time and l would wilt before him as
so many cut flowers without water
will do in the hot sun, don't know.
And I'm not quite sure l might not
have done so, if suddenly the re-
membrance of Harry Everett, mop
ping his brow and telling everyone
who asked him that the reason for
his granting Hard FoFsythe that Tex
tra-extra'' at the dance last night,
was because the selfsanSe Hard never
was refused anything, made me as
strong as the Biblical Samson, and
| retorted not word, but smiled one
of those sweet girl-sBailes which
means all is settled so far as the
question at hand is concerned.
Then, too, past experiences back
ed me up beautifully. We girls whC
90 out considerably and with mum
Der of different boys, have to fact
peculiar happenings. All of us like
the boys INN ely, that goes almos
WITHOUT saying. Bua being alone
with one in an automobile with
| stretch of impenetratab2e darkness
ahead and your imagination makinl
the stretch in the back three time
as long, isn't all that it may seer
\ to be to a girl, say like Florenc
! Purdy. I sigh when I think of this
and wouldn't let Mamma know 70
worlds.
Invariably the boy, no matter HOY
nice he is, and even should he be
Forsythe, wants to make love. He
tell you the girl expects it, and in
way-'fess up, Yolande maybe sh
does. But expectation aren't real
izations, although there is something
soul envigorating in thinking abou
man and a maid driving along
gorgeous country road and the moo
far above them and an Occasional
katydid chirping or a little rounc
owl hooting. And then the mai
gently places him arm about tn
maids waist and 10, the brilliancy o.
TIE moon fades when compared t.
the light in their eyes, as he kisses
he- for the first time.
And after he has kissed her, he
speaks long and glowingly of how
the memory of this first caress shall
linger as a jewel-studded moment
through all the years to come. And
thus he goes on, POLITICALLY ranting in
such beautiful terms of affection that
road, or machine, or moon, or katy
did, or owl, or time means little COM
pared to the ardor of his word-love.
But in sad reality, the fellow wants
to kiss the girl sixteen times more
often than he'll say he loves her.
/ (Monday-Leila Grey Sets the Gossip