Evening star., 1921-03-20

''Oh, no you don't out here. kiddo.
Wait till Saturday night and you'll
see the way the gay birds do it out
here-the lancers and the Virginia
reels the limit"
THE Virginia what?'
zone night me and your friend Mai
sic tried three steps of the Boston
glide and / amt been so nearly out
of a job since the Seaside Hotel fire"
swoop. Oh. how it makes your brain go.
Umph--numph--umph ph -umpl- umph--umph
"Aw, cut It out there, girlie-what
you teasin me for? Gee, If had you
down at Churchey's this minute
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MISS Fink's eyes we're like Sits, her
-A shoulders and her waist and her
rhythm of a worshiper of Buddha un-
der his bo tree.
do you know the Singalese dip.
It's the hardest of them all, Gilly-'
I'm the neatest little dipper you
ever seen-ask 'em when you go back
if they know me up at the 59th street
PalIay doc Dance"
He tossed the remnant of his sand
wich into the lake and pirouetted to
his feet. as if the song of his soul
was being played to dance music.
"rll tell you what let's do, sis
it's a half-hour row to Bay Shore.
Let's go over to the movies-it's bet
ter than overworking this scenery
game"
There comes the moon"
Eyes, it's a habit out here - but
come on, they got a imitation of a
show over there and a place called
Luna Park that would give Coney
the Mysteries II she saw it; but it's the
liveliest spot around here. Come on.
are you game"
Sure" --.r>t
The wings Of their bonfire had flown
into the night; only the sullen embers
remained. red eyes guarding the rem
nants of their cannibalistic feast
They scurried down the beach and
into their bobbing canoe. AZ they
pushed away the red eyes blinked
out suddenly. as If a night bird had
died on watch, and the gloom was i'm
mediately a shade bluer and the mu-
cillanimous mist of night rose Off the
water.
You're a nice boy. Gilly: but gee
boat around like a subway train
coming to a quick stop. Say, look
at that moon, will you. like red
Chinese lantern hung from a STAR
Yep"
"La-la. ira la, ira la la ls--tra la"
Sing to me. Birdie -birdie-Im
That's one of the main excitements
up here-singin' on the water"
Through the catacombic glodm
they smiled at each other.
When they play that ragtime lula
"No-lemme begin over again."
sweet and low, sweet and low.
Wind or the western sea-e-e-e-
Blow-blow-tra la-la-'
Til remember the rest in a min.
ute"
Mr.. Gilly piled a rapid paddle.
j 1--WE won't go home until mornin',
We won't go home until mornin'-'
Wont we. Gilly?"
"Sure we will. I'll have you back
in your two-a-day. southern exposure,
finished singing its II o'clock song
and has presented the grand master
of the Kokomo Lodge with a silver
loving cup and tied the vote between
Elkhart Lake and Minneapolis for
the next convention"
''Oh. gee"
"What?"
I-1-say, what time is it by your
gold watch and chain?"
"Nine-thirty-the night is young,
Morning Glory"
T-aw, who wants to go ovee to
that little old dump. anyway. Gilly!
1t looks like a good spot for your
favorite funeral. II gotta-wantta
bo back by 10-I forgot something"
Mr.. Gilly slowed his stroke; his
mouth took OH a slight oblique slant
of distemper.
Don't let me keep you up. Miss
Fink"
'Ists turn around. Gilly. I bet
them movies over there would put a
night owl to sleep. Gee. how dead it
looks-let's turn back"
sure thing
He swung around SO suddenly that
she clutchcd at the sides of the shell
for balance.
''Gee-you got a temper like steel"
Silence.
Don't you get so sore easy. though"
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