The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-03-08
CHAPTER XIV.

Nanny Hatton was one of them
| birds so blithe and gay who love to
| put red pepper in your ice cream. He
would rather frame a merry jest on
some poor bimbo than making a run
ming stop back of second base. Simp
Simpson had long played the unturn-
sing worm for Nanny. So it, wasn't TO
be figured Comrade Hatton would let
this affair with Ruby st. Revere drag
to the bitter end without putting a
finger in the oatmeal.
Sure enough, along with Buck Horn
and a couple more of the boys he
breezed in on me the evening follow
ing the game with the boomers and
gave me a large wink. I was just tell
ing Freddy Hopper and the bathing
beauty press hound what bright flu
lures they had behind them as public
ity mongers.
"If you want to get in on something
good, come with u.s." gargles the guy
with the perfect joking average. I've
got Simp and Lefty at it again, and
Ruby has come in on the gag. You
know what musical phenoms those
bullets figure themselves"
did. North was under the mistaken
impression that he is able to extract
jazz from saxaphone. and Simpson
had lately been taking lessons on Cur
ly Blooms ukulele.
well" grins Mannay. THE plot is
this: Ruby is going to be Iolling In
that summer house west of the hotel
about o'clock. I've told Simp she is
passionately fond Of music, and that
Down the Trail to Home Sweet
Home is her favorite aria. I've told
Edgar that she prefers Let the Rest
of the World Go By Each is to be
there at s o'clock. When they bump
into each other it is going to be
funny. So is the music, and leave 1t
to Ruby to kid EN- along. We can all
hide nearby and have a picnic"
We parked ourselves in the shrub
berry near the summer house a few
minutes before s, and waited for the
troubadours to appear. The st. Revere
dame was all set, and looking pretty.
Edgar Adam North happened along
first and blew a few blasts on his say
aphone. Just as he was warming up,
Simpson toddled in, freighting the
death-dealing. uke.
What in blazes do you want?"
growls the southpaw.
What dc you want yourself?"
Simp comes back.
Ruby St. Revere came to life
ooh, boys! Do you play?" she CUR
giles. Il just love music. Play some
thing nice for me-"
Slipping each other the gIances that
would have killed at almost any num-
Der of PAGES, the rivals tuned up
Neither was in championship form, to
judge by the sounds they wished on
the unoffending evening breeze. Finally
they let go. Each was on a different
selection, and the harmony was terri
BILE. Edgar paused and glared at Simp,
who glared back briskly
DO you know what you are play
ing?' the Ieft-hander asks
I'm playing the song Miss st. Re
we're likes best-her favorite," re-
spends our kewpie outfielder.
"Favorite nothing! Her favorite
is
well, who is her favorite?" comes |
a hoarse bark. A husky monster. with |
a face only the hardest of mothers |
could love. ambled into view. rolling
up his sleeves.
That's Bull Goliath. the strong ma !.
of the Bennett comedies murnurs |
the bathing beauty press agent. RUBY /
is his wife, but he's supposed to be in /
San Franciso. He's a terror, too, and /
jealous. Those guys better beat IL
down the trail to home, sweet home
right now. Hell beat EN- UP, sure!"