The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-06-09
V
 ANDREW AND IMOGENE
By ROE FULKERsoN

.weil. did you enjoy the horse show?" inquired Andrew, as he sat down to the dinner table.
 Enjoy it? It was simply giorl- ousr' exclaime ed ~Imogene enthusias- tically The biggest crowd you ever saw, All the swell people in the city. Not an empty seat in the grandstand, and such gorgeous clothes and millinery. There was a pretty girl who sat right in front of me with the most bee-uu-ti-ful hat. It was creation of leghorn of the same shape of the beaver I wore last winter, you know
 Hats, beavers and leghorns! My dear!" exclaimed Andrew Have you been to a millinery opening, the zoo or to a chicken show? l thought this was a horse show. Were there any horses thereT
 "oh, just heaps and bodies of them" said Imogene. There was a troop of cavalry. all dressed in blue with yellow trimmings. and the Ihandsomest captain or major or somebody with yellow curtain cords draped across his chest l just want ed to hug himw
 Were these gentlemen dressed in curtain cords on horseback?' coldly inquired Andrew.
 "Of course they were, you ninny! They are still cutting the skirts very narrow, noticed. There were some awfully pretty children driv- ing pony carts.
 Pass the spuds," said Andrew dis gustedly.
 T want you to quit calling the po- l 4 T ..l. I~l~ Al 4 lady broke the high jumping record. She looked fine. She had on high boots, which came up to her knees, knickerbockers and long tan coat which came down to her knees.' Did she ride a horse?" asked An drew, still more coldly
 "Yes, old Killjoy, she rode a horse! And the horse jumped over a gate higher than any woman ever jumped before. She did not make it the first time. but she backed off. cranked up and went at it on high speed. and went over like a bird. Didn't even touch mud guard. The horse was pretty, too. She was 19 years old"
 A high jump for a 1s-year- old horse, which has to be cranked up l before it starts" commented An drew with sarcasm. Some more spuds, please"
 If you are going to make fun of me won't tell you about it." pouted Imogene "A man had team of driving horses out there which are the finest in the world. They are valued at s4O,ooo. I was just think ing how swell 1t would be to hitch them to light buggy and drive them around town"
 If I owned them" said Andrew l they would be in safety deposit box tonight and in the horse mar ket tomorrow Forty thousand dol lars liable to fall down and break a a $60 automobile with tin teakettle on the hind axle. None of that for mine!"
 They have quit banging their tails. am glad to say. for I never liked to See them with their tails cut off. and I saw several men with pearl gray gloves and vests and gray Norfolk jackets. And now, ] wish you would got your summer suit made that way"
 Who. mel" stormed Andrew in dignantly You want me to get one of those Willie-boy coats with box pleats running over the shoulders and belt? My dear. am going tc send for an alienist. Next thine You will be wanting me to wear my handkerchief stuffed up my sleeve and carry a wrist bag. If these ars the kind of ideas you get by watch ing the guys who had fathers witt money, l am going to keep you ava, from horse shows. The folks jus
 behind me in the hustle for coir downtown are stepping on my heel. every minute. and my experience has been that when one of these Norfolk jacketed ginks, who was hot-hous, reared. handled and mothers dar, linged. gets thrown out into the colo world. they curl up like a red worn on red-hot cook stove. have , family to support and a soul to save and believe Norfolk jacket would be great handicap to both"