The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1921-10-30
BY COsMO HAMTEToN.

Bar Harbor. Sunday night, 1880 p.
m.
I've never kept one of these
things before. Seemed to me to be
a pretty punk idea, but as Aunt Dot
has made me q handsome present of
calf-bound book with gold edges
and lock. instead OF sending me
the usual CHEEKY fifty. old tight
wad. here's for having q cut at II.
On this spotless and somewhat
pompous paper. the above, now that
I read IT over. looks q tribe careless
and slap-dash and very different
from the pedautic twaddle that poor
old Aunt Dot shoves into her little
book every day. Now and then,
when 1 feel like II, I'll do a bit of
writing. too. Just to show I can, bot
generally. IL I can keep IL up, I
shall jab down Just what strikes
me first and let II go at that, know
ing very well that instead of a
diary being a secret and private
thing, sacred to the keeper of IL, its
the most self-conscious thing in
the world written simply to be lad
by anybody who wants to. like Mar
got Asquith's gorgeous indeseration.
All that by way of introduction and
to break the Gle. Now to business.
I'm fed up with Julius Rhine
lander. He's good looking and he's
got the most amazing amount of
breath under water, but he can't
rabble two words together. All he
can do Is to kiss and look like Jack
Barrymore. He's all right for a lit
tie. II ones played thirty-six holes
and eight sets of tennis and danced
till 1880. Then 1t pals and one
would like to be kept awake BY a
few verbal fireworks-the clash of
grey matter. so to speak. I can
talk a donkey's hind leg of myself.
Well, fortified with three cocktails
and a peg Of quite descent rye. I
told him SO after dinner tonight.
when he followed me out to the
piazza, gave me the long lingering
look and opened his arms taking IL
for granted that this hint was what
I'd been longing for all evening. II
a bomb had fallen within an inch
Of his nose and opened an abyss at
his feet he would'nts have looked
half as dumbfounded and shockeo.
He did the chameleon stunt and
turned as many colors as a ZieefieId
Folly act drop, rocked on his feet
like Charlie Chaplin after receiving
a ton Of Goals in the face and
CROPPED his way back into the draw
ing room. He'll never speak to me
again. I wonder II we all don't
make ourselves o bit too cheap 70
these elderly babes from Yale ana
Harvard who fail to be Interested
IN any Girl who doesn't kiss two
hours after the first meeting? Prob
ably, but then we like II, too. SO
how about that? However, Julius
IL little too blatant and has got
into the habit this summer of skip
ping the lead-up. Well, let him
Arrow-collar the others. He means
nothing in my young life. And now
for Eugene and my electric treat
ment. I'm looking terribly old
these days.
Wednesday afternoon, 5:45.
Father has brought down the man
on whom mother wants me to rive
the once over with a view to matri-
mony, and as I'm nineteen ana have
been out all one season, I'll have to
begin to think seriously about the
question or find myself oAthe shelf.
At twenty I shall be at the ragged
edge of spinsterhood and working
with hideous brightness among the
ieft.vers. Nice prospect! He's
worthy, this man. BY which Z
mean he's one of those rare ana
curious specimens of rich mems
sons who went into the business I'm
stead of breaking speed limits to
Iiearn II from the bottom up,. He's