The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1922-04-11

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When they play that rar'ime lulishy--
"No--lemme begin over again
Sweet and low. sweet and low.
Wind of the western sea-e-e-e-
Blow-hlow-tra fa-lA--
"rll remember the rest IN a minute
Mr.. Gllly piled rapid paddle.
We won't 20 home untll mornin'
We won't 10 home untli mornin'-
wont we. GillyT
"Sure We viii III have you bach
In your two-a-day. southern exposure
a little while after the convention Is
finished singing It's eleven O'Clock
song. and has presented the grand
master Of the kokomo lodge with a
silver loving cup and tied the vote be-
tween Elkhart Lake and Minneapolis
for the next convention"
"Oh. geei"
"WhatT'
'1-I-say, what time Is II by your
gold watch and chalnT' N
"Nine-thIrty--the night is young.
Morning Glory"
"I-aw. who wants to 90 over 10 that
little old dump anyway. GllIs i, II
looks Ike good spot for your fa}bfite
funeral IL gotia-wantta be back
by ten--I forgot something"
Mr.. Gilly slowed. his stroke: his
mouth took on slight cblIqrc slant
Of dlstemper.
Don't let me keep you up. Miss
Fink"
Lets turn around. GIlly. bet them
movies over there would put night
owl TO sleep. Gee. how dead II looks
--let's turn hack"
"Sure thing"
He swung around so suddenly that
she clutched at the sides Of the sheS
for balance.
"Gee-you got temper ike steel"
Silence.
Don't you get sore easy. thought"
Il ain't sore"
The vigorous dipping OF the paddle
and the swift cutting Of water.
"Say. Gilly. Amt you afraid Of
breaking the speed laws?r
Silence
A star streaked downward and died
In its flight Miss Fink lay fat back
ward in the boat. her face foreshort-
ened and upturned.
"Shootin stars luck, aln't II, Glilyf"
'Dunno,"
She nestled deeper into her cushion.
one arm flung high In a semicircle
about her head and her lids so low
over her eyes that she might have
been sleeping Adriana.
Drip-Drip-p! They fioated silently.
In rustic OF moving waters
A smile trembled across Miss Fink's
lips and she opened them SO that her
voice came softly. softly:
Sweet and lou. sweet and low,
Wind OF the western sea-e:
Blow. blow. breezes blow.
Wind Of the western sea-e-e-e--
The Beach hotel cleaned yellow
from every window a. II II were pos
Ing for picture postcard or where
to-spend-your-vacatlon pamphlet.
The dining room was cleared OF its
aisle-forming tables and its floor pol
ished to a mirror. At the far end OF
the room q clock pricked out In blue
and white electric bulbs glowed
against a blue and white cheesecloth
background.
Tropical palms, with skilfully dyed
fronds and twined half way up with
brown cotton moss. huddled In a little
jungle around the piano and violin
accompaniment Straight around the
desert OF room. chairs, backs to wall
and legs touching. awaited action as
a stage library setting. discovered at
the rise Of curtain. awaits the en- |
trance Of the French maid In her four. |
dollar silk stockings to tickle the fur |
niturc and the audience with a tiny
feather duster and timer French &C.
cent.
After while the scratching of q
violin for its note and the one finger
tum-m-m-tum-m-n on the piano: the
light blather Of voices rising TO swell. |
Unstylish women In shotsed silk |
dresses with waist lines and decent /
width skirts and bodices cut high over
bosoms that would have quivered un-
der baroness The invitaticnal rhythm /
OF waltz music and pink-haired violin
ist swaying in the palm jungle. A
couple glided out into the sahara OF |
polished floor. another aud yet an
other.
Presently a bobhing throng. the |
women flushed with their primal love
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