Fitzgerald leader enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ben Hill County, Ga.) 1921-1964, 1922-03-30

! between Battery AID the Bronx. Get
! together, you two. and femme referee
the game"
Miss Fink smiled, dangled 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 large, warm
| hand; his sand-eolored mustache re-
treated bit to reveal the damaging
gold evidence of small town dentistry.
Il amt noticed you around here
before, Miss Fink"
He's stringing you. Queenie. 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 l 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,
is 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"
mot IL it's a bachelor button"
quoth Mr.. Gilly, slapsticklng repartee
merciless whack.
IF thought l stood show next to
my slick young friend here. maybe I'd
shake the road dust of Miami out of
my eyes, answer hair restoring ad-
vertisement, climb into narrow-shOul-
dered in-at-the-waist coat and twirl
flexible bamboo cane down Broadway
myself"
Miss Fink glanced at Mr.. Proxies
with the upward sweetness Of a Fra
LippO 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
bows planted on the register book.
"That's right, go to it! !"
miami, Miss Fink, amt one Of the
breakfast foods that helped make the
Broadway electric sign famous; 1t
amt even an expensive disease like ap-
pendicitis or motoritis; it's q burg
Miss Fink, that amt even got a dot
after 1t on the map"
Thanks"
"A burg with grass growing be-
tween the bricks and story-and-a-half
cottages with p0inty roofs like the toy
houses they manufacture in the Cis-
alpian Alps"
"Hear-hearw cried Mr.. Glly, his
mouth turned upward in crescent.
Every back porch In our town Ia
used for the tw> and sole purposes of
supportin' wistarla vines and GOBLIN
the famous pies that mother used to
make-no vaudeville rural sketch is
complete without the cotton-back satin
finish wistaria vine or the papieI
mache tree stump, center left"
mo, we amt got swimmin' hole
Miss Fink, the"
'"That's right; keep 1t dark!"
the rivers rapid clear down a.
far as Hamilton. but the Y. NJ. G. A
| put swell tank up in their rooms or
High street-ten-foot concrete basir
and water any temperature on tn,
| thermometer"
"oh, you Miamil"
'Come out on the lake with me
Miss Fink, and I'll paddle you out to
ward the moon and tell you some NOR,
about our town."
"Oh, Mr.. Proxies, amt you kind
Here was ready to 60 upstairs, rea,
the timetable and Sry into my pill
low"
"Come on, sister"
Forked lightning flashed from he
eyes.
II don't care II do"
Then through the lobby with littl
jumps like grace notes in their walk
and the screen door of the verand,
slammed behind Aem. Next dow
wooden stairs with their light fee
touching each alternate step; a brie
stretch Of gravel walk, gloomy wit
arching cedars, and finally before then
the diamond beach In the damon
white moonlight.
"Oh-h-h"
"Some little nights we have out thi
way, sister-ain't theyf"
"Look, the sands all silver-all sill
YER"
YES, special process We have"
"And these are the canoes Maisi
ranted about-say, amt they cutef"
How do you like that long on
there-the shell with sides like
greyhound-she cuts the water like
knife cuts butter"
"Oh, Mr.. Proxies, I can't get in tina
little thlng-itll turn over"
. mot with me-gimme your han
there, sister-easy-easy-no, in tn
middle--there amt nothing to screar
about--walt-there-ahl"
They slid out into the water like
phantom shell that rides the lax