Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1922-05-04
Continued from last week.


''I'm just holding my breath wish
ing it on myself-forty week and
three shifts Say, it's so easy poiiti-
clan would trade with me-"
II know just how you feel. / had
my eyes glued to the Avenue and I'm
ported Gowns-Only-thr whole
years before / ever sold anything
above twenty-nine-fifty ready-to-
wear"
The gray light of dusk suddenly en-
veloped them; the lake was CLASSY
topped like cistern, and behind them
a darkening tangle of woods full Of the
twilight gibberish of birds.
Gee, forty a week! On forty a
week I could ride in a taxi with my
back to the meter; could buy plot
on Fifth avenue for truck garden; ;
II could even get married, Birdie"
"Or buy an underground balloon"
They laughed in soft, furry voices.
that lad unconsciously taken on the
quietude of dusk.
Look over there, Gilly-the hotels
beginning to light up"
"What I think of that dumpr"
81 bet right now the whole Bison
convention Is ringing for more tow
els and shaving water, and every
mans wife Of 'em is unpacking the
tray Of her trunk and shaking the
small town sweet lavender and crinkles
out Of observation-disclosures summer
silk that would get laugh out of a
clown off duty"
81 notice you're pretty strong for the
small towns yourself, Morning Glory.
amt heard nothing more about that
eight forty-five flyer since you and
Miami went out to the moon last
night"
"Quit your kiddin'."
"Go to it, sis-hes the prize Bison
of the whole herd, with bank ac-
count could wish on myself-don't
Jet straw in his hair and ashes down
mis- vest front scare you off. Oh, you
Red Trunk!'
saw, youI"
Likes you pretty well. don't he.
Queenie? He watched us paddle off
Alike he'd give half interest in his
Miami bank stock to be in my place."
"Yes-he-would-no - sung in a
voice to deny her Eegation.
Mr.. Gilly busted his hands of sand
particles, rolled over luxuriously on
his side, climbed to his feet and
stretched wide his arms like sun god
standing at the edge of day. He was
a white flannel epic in sartOrial art,
an heroic expression of trousers
creased to the knife edge and wide
cuffed to reveal. yet conceal, white
clicked hose, so sleazy that the knob
of his ankles strained thinner the silk.
A white silk shirt fiuted in front and
bloused to correct negligee snapped
in the breeze, and with it all the
carefully careless hair, the unimpOr-
tant features and the too large horse
shoe scarf-pin that distinguishes the
sophomore from the scholar, the weevil
from the worker, the gent from the
gentleman.
"Stay where you are, Birdie, and I'll
hike down to the canoe for the basket
build a bonfire till the moon comes I'D.
We're going to have some little feast
real cut-ups we are-wouldn't they
give US the laugh at homer"
He bounded down the slope of beach
lightly, the spray of kicked-up sand
shooting from under his white canvas
shoes.
They dined like two gnomes. with
the fire dancing in their eyes and over
their hair and down their backs and
their own shadows, curiously elongated
and stretched on the sand beside them,
full of mystery and absurd with the
mimicry of their own gyrations.
Have a pickle, Birdie-birdie-"
S'Don't care If | do"
"Are you happy, girlie?"
swell, / guess"
"S'more cakes?"
"Nope."
"Whatta you think of our party, sis.
ter-real gay, amt weY
Some party"
you're the kind Of grille I'd like to
take to a real lobster supper Gee,
the swell little parties I've had al
Churchey's nice little congenial
crOwd-that's me all over--nice little
crowd like that and 1 can hug the day
lights out of myself for joy!"
"Churchey's is one little dream of a
place-they got the SWEETEST dance
floor in town :"
Don't l know it,"
Butch, I don't know, but-slnce
since l been out here, with the pine
air that kind of bites into your lungs,
and the moon so close you can taste it
TO see if it's a Camembert or Gorgon-
zola, II amt so keen on rushing
through life on subway trains"
"Hear-hearI Say, outside of Moo
York-you'd thrive like an orange
grove in Alaska"