The Washington times., 1922-07-02
Miss Geneva
Mitchell, of the
"SallY" Company


Billy Blythe and went to the Brunswick
with Arthur Nelson, Billy Fitzgerald and
the naval officers. It was the rst after
the-theatre party May and / had ever
been on-and we're never going on an
other. After we'd>danced a while, we
went out to Geneva's place in Adds Mel
sons car.
"Billy Blythe and I went upstairs to
Geneva's room to powder our noses, and
going up ahead of US were the blonde
they called Eleanor and the man they
called Doctor. The blonde turned round,
and asked us what we meant by follow
ing them. We assured them that we
weren't, but it embarrassed us so that
we hustled down stairs again, without even
going to Geneva's room.
"Our own little party stayed in one
room, while Geneva and two of the boys
mixed drinks in the kitchen. In an ad-
joining room were Mr.. Lipsky, Mr.. Klein
and the little red-headed girl, laughing
very loudly, and making lots of noise.
"Then the doctor came staggering
Gr the NRer to ask Saye Msd esss
touched a drop, so we told him no. Then
he asked if we'd have some cigarettes,
but we don't smoke, so we told him no
again. The red-headed girl came stum-
bling over after him.
"You leave him alone she ordered.
4 know him better than you do
"Then the blonde came, screaming,
down the stairs. 1t was too much for us.
We decided we'd better 60 home, but we
couldn't find our coats. I wandered out
in the conservatory to look for them,
when along came the doctor and the
blonde girl, Eleanor. 1t was dark, and
the girl tripped. AS she fell she hit her
head on something, and tainted dead
away.
"Then in came the little red-headed
one, Marie, hanging on to poor Adds
Nelson, whom she called her !sailor boy
When she saw her friend on the floor.
she began to yell at me, Who's that
girl? l want to see who she is.'
81 wa awfully frightened, and slip
ped out of the conservatory. While l
was looking for Geneva, to say goodnight,
they revived the blonde and then, oh, nv
dear, how she ravedH She must have
been referring to the awful scuffle we'd
heard upstairs.
:" Three men against one girl' she
cried. You've got an awful nerve. Three
to one. What could l do?'
1T sounded terrible, and somehow we
Il
started. to cry, and begged one of the
ensigns to take us home. We ran out
to his machine, but he'd left the keys
in the house, so we went back to find
them; On the steps we met Mr.. Lipsky,
Mr.. Klein and the doctor. They came
tearing out, putting on their coats as they
ran.\ Mr.. Lipsky's car was waiting round
the corner, and they all jumped in, and
raced away.
to go back, so Billy and l tiptoed in
again. The red-headed girl was screech-
ing and swearing, trying to pull a gag
from her mouth. The boys were trying
to pacify her, holding each an arm and
a leg. She struggled so that they laid
her down on the floor. Then she tore
the towel from her face away, and holler-
ed at the top of her voice. The blonde
was wringing her hands.
"'She always gets like this she said,
but she's never been quite so bad be-
fore
"It was like a mad-house. Billy
Blythe and I were scared to death. Adj
dis said he'd take us right home, but
we were so excited we begged Geneva
to show US the back door, and we slipped
out alone in the dark. Then we ran all
the way home"
Geneva Mitchell adds the last words.
Miss Lasar and Miss La Won pre-
tend to have been shocked at my pa
jamas,'" laughs Geneva.\ please tell
the world that they weren't real pa
iamas, just a perfectly proper Yama
Yama suit-the sort of thing Bessie Nc
Coy wears. l meant to dance for my
guests, but Miss Lasar and Miss La Won
provided all the amusement. I simply
didn't have a chance"
It certainly was lively party, and who [
really was the belle of the ball or who
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