The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1922-01-31

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wouldn't have a chance in a snail
Marathon"
Miss Fink glanced about the lobby,
at the wicker rockers. mostly empty
and tilted slightly backward; at the
postcard and cigar stand, with q
| sleeping clerk. and above the counter
string of magazines hung like
| clothes from a line; at the Bison
head above TIE dining room entrance,
glsss-eyed. and hung with the cheese
cloth pennant.
Gee
Cheer up. Queenie; tomorrow I'm
of at four"
q"
well, look who's herel Well,
Proxies, what have you got to say for
yourself? Why amt you out with the
sailing party? Say, amt you the
greatest fellow for lodging the ladies'! !"
Mr.. Proxies loitered up to the desk.
planted an elbow on the counter and
flung one knee across the other SO
that he leaned at an oblique. An inch
cone Oh dSn0S anu
from his cigar down his waistcoat.
II leave them things to the young
ones, Gilly. What an old one like me
doing off on a party with marrieds and
| a bunch of stripli1gs? l been out hit
tin new trail through the pines that
III bet the original Indians hereabouts
amt too familiar With"
You ought to he able to find better
| than scenery for company around here.
Proxies, get acquainted with Miss Fink,
q little girl from the big town"
'How-do-do."
Howe o-do."
"Gowann, get acquainted and show
| each other a good time Proxies is the
Grand Mogul of Miami on the Miami,
Birdie. and the Heap Big Chief Of the
Southwest Order of the Well Fed
Bison"
Quit calm me names, Gilly."
He says Miami on the Miami's got
/ the Moo York waterfront run clear on
the picture postcards and that the
| emily and original hdyseeds are grown
between Battery al.d the Bronx. Get
the game"
Miss Fink smiled, dangIed her black
earrings against her white neck,
| showed the CLEAN of her teeth behind
her lips and raised her narrow shout
| ders, with the open-work blouse show
ing the mystery of pink ribbon
through it.
"How-do-do, Mr.. Proxies; what I'm
| trying to get at is this: If you're all
| the things he says you are, what amt
your
| Mr.. Proxies extended q large, warm
| hand; his sand-colOred mustache re-
| treated bit to reveal the damaging
| gold evidence of small town dentistry.
IL amt noticed you around here
before, Miss Fink"
| Hes stringing you, Queenfe. For
| all he knows you might have been at
| the door to welcome him when he
came last week. He's got about as
| much interest in skirts as / have In
Miami on the Miami
IF this young lady had been around
here, I'd have seen her all right"
| you can't jolly her, Prokes-she
comes from the town where they hand
| 1t out like trading stamps. This hand
some young man to my right, Queenie,
| Ia as afraid of skirts as l am OF hav-
| ing to spend another summer west Of
Jersey"
| Don't you believe it, Miss Fink A
| fellow like me, when he gets to be fair,
fat and nearly forty, knows it's time
to take the flower out of his button
hole"
Not if it's q bachelor button"
| quoth Mr.. Gilly, slapsticking repartes
| n merciless whack.
( "If 1 thought l stood q show next to
| my slick young friend here, maybe I'd
shake the road dust of Miami out of
| my eyes, answer a hair restoring ad
| vertisement, climb into narrow-shoul-
| dered, in-at-the-waist coat and twirl a
flexible bamboo cane down Broadway
myseh"
Miss Fink glanced at Mr.. Proxies
with the upward sweetness of a Fra
Lppo Lippi virgin.
"Say, maybe you're right about the
original hay meadows laying between
Thirty-fourth and Forty-second
streets; but, honest, Mr.. Proxies
honest, what is Miami, a breakfast
| food or a disease -
Mr. Gilly clapped his hand on his
polished thatch of black hair and
leaned across the counter with his ell
lows planted on the register books
| That's right. go To il -
/ Miami, Mi Fink, amt one % the
breakfast foods that helped make the
| Broadway electric sign famous; IL
amt even an expensive disease like ap
pendicitis or motvritis; it's a burg
Miss Fink, thar amt even got do
| after il on the map"
| Thanks"
"A burg with grass growing be
| tween the bricks and story and a-hal