Evening star., 1921-12-04
Inez in a Skidding Act By se'osu Ford

7 NEZ may act like a sleep walker,
but in spite of her placid ways
she's coming along. Sometimes
in sudden spurts. OF course, now
and then, she skids.
For one item. she's annexed new
admirer-Mr. "Buggs" Bundy. sport
writer for an evening newspaper.
Most likely you've seen the name at
the top of his column, even If you
haven't read his stun. Great little
man. Mr.. Bundy. He'd be the last to
deny it. Not that he's self-an-
nouncer or any thing like that: but
you can tell by the way he carries his
head. and the swing of his shoulders,
that he seldom thinks harshly of him.
self. Sort of friend of Barry Platt's,
you know. Anyway, it was Barry
towed him around to the apartment
for one of our rinktumiddy Sunday
night suppers.
That's the best thing Inez does. this
rinktumiddy dish, and it's almost as
frisky as it sounds. You start 1t BY
frying onions, but then you put in
rest is Welsh rabbit that Lloyd
George never would recognize. It's
tasty mess. I'll tell the judge. And
when Inez starts to build 1T, in that
apron, with her sleeves rolled up and
the rose leaf pink playing tag around
her cheek dimples and the candle
light touching up her wheat colored
hair, she's not at all difficult to look
at.
MR.. "BCGGS" BCNDY seemed to
vi fall for her without q struggle.
Those near-pop eyes of his never left
her during the entire performance,
and it was only when a well filled
plate was pushed before him that he
could tear loose his gaze. He's n
chunky. short-legged, deep-chested
party, with seven and a half hat
band. rather curly front hair that's
only beginning to get thin, and
satisfied twist to his mouth corners.
Some over thirty, l should judge, and
according to Barry good deal OF
tightwad. But before the evening
was over he'd forced two cigars on
Barry and had made a date to take
1nez to some sporting event the fol-
lowing Tuesday. I didn't quite catch
what sort of sport it was. and found
that IneZ hadn't the raguest idea
when l asked her for details later on,
"a shortstop gathering in a pop fly.
1T it a prize fight or a chess tour
namente' 1 asked her.
II dunno" says Inez. Hes nice
feller, eh?'
We didn't argue the point. and I
wasn't so curious but that I could
wait calmly for full report of the
affair. I got it at dinner Tuesday
night, for it seems this was an out
door. daylight event. Mr.. Bundy
having called for Inez at uoon and
taken her along with some friends of
his who had car. And i don't re-
member ever having seen Inez quite
so thrilled as when she blew in about
: o'clock.
Say. Trilby May" she announces.
'you otta been there"
Maybe 1 would if I'd heard any
one urging me to go says I. What
was the nature of the entertainment
-bullfight or what?"
"Golluf!" says she. Ladies' golluf."
"Why. I nez:" says I. When did
you get to be such an enthusiastic
mashie maniac? I didn't know you'd
ever seen the game before"
No" says 1nez. ''I don't"
Well, who played?" I asks.
lady champs. One was English
ooh. yes"' says I. 81 remember
now. Miss Leitch and that Atlanta
Eirl-Alexa Something. An exhibi-
ton match match for charity: ! s, read Ian an
Item telllng OF IL. MUST nave Deeu
some class. eha Who won?~
II dunno" says IneZ.
"Eh?" says +. You following
around with a sporting writer and
don't know the final result? What
was. it like. anyway?
lnez shrugs her shoulders. "Oh,
kinda foolish says she. Them two
gets up and hits out little white
balls and then we all runs to see 'em
do it again. When they hit 'em out
long ways everybody says Ah-h-h.
And when one ball goes in sand hole
everybody says Too bad! Then one
girl whacks it out Of sand and every
body claps their hands After while
they puSh it into little hole in the