Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-11-08

II Argus boasted Of hundr
calmly a. you or I would check hat.
l was informed that the boys preferred
to dancec with Observation-Disclosures" !"
"Quite true, I believe" said 1ycett
grinning.
These seemed-er-nice girls, Mr..
Lycett. It's rather puxsling."
my boy. the corset begun slipping
years aso-inch by inch. The war gave
II Its coup do grace. The corset has
today become a ,girdle--tomorrow y
will be a myth. The young woman Of
today wants no .stays--physically or
otherwise. She is self .sufAcient."
"Wcll. rather. But you must admit
it's rather-er-disturbi to have
ones ideals Of womanhood- ne's--sr
-fondest memories violated by these
y0ung-er-icOnoclas
George Lycett could scarcely rerress
a smile at the ingenuousness of his
companion. II would advise you not
to use go big . word with debutante.
She wouldn't, know what you were
talking about
II WON'T said David sansree dryly,
"l'm not going Kidnapping"
1T might repny you. my boy. You
would find that the average debutante
could teach you more Of life itself In
twenty minutes than you could learn
In twenty years among the vestises OF
forgotten races" >..... .
II don't doubt IT," said Sangree
with smile. '"That's just my quarrel
with--er''-he waved definite hand
with this sort Of thing. In Eiiow lie
one must have lived Il. 1t seems \
pity" he added, as though In an after.
thought 40 he gazcd at the other table,
because they're 50 young and 10
George Lycett grew serious now.
The idealism Of the younger man had
touched him.
I'VE ali live too fast" he muttered.
But what can one do?" he finished
with a shrug. ''These children are
out OF leading strinss."
why? Have they no mothers?'
Lycett threw back his head with .
dry laugh. ''Bless your heart! Help.
less! God knows, the last thing In
America mother wants Is ~ zee her
daughter unpopular.
so she puts on pair OF moral
blinkers and goes OF and plays BRIDGE
saSeSS shaSSsSh'fu''y' "And the f"theFs'' he
The American father is too busy ia
notice. Busy and incurious. He leaves
the matter 10 his wife. It never oc:
The women Of his household. The
mother runs socisty---the daughter runs
the mother. 80 there you are. II
You told the average American fathe,
that he was making Il quite possible
for his daughter to 90 to the devil, ht
would tell you. to. 60 there yourself
He's fool, them" said David.
NO, my boy, you can't altogether
blame him. He errs from pride. af.
lection and confidence. Quite admirable
and human traits IN themselves. you'll
admit. Tuke Jim Mohun, for Instance,
ldolixes his daughter. Anything sht
does is right: In. fact. she makes any.
thing right b, the ~ mere Sct Of i.S;aE SHinE
pretty. And he'd kill the man wht
whispered a word against her."
David Sangree shrugged. 'Let m,
rcassure you,H he said dryly, II hav.
no opinion to express to Mr.. NIohun.'
Lycett knocked the ash from hi
cigar with the sober air Of one grant
ing absolution.
my dear David he said. 'pleas,
permit me the license Of an older mar
when ] say that the study Of ancient
civilization has made You just tria'
stodgy, and lately in the Near East
you have looked too long into the facet
Of unhappy people. Joy as cxpresset
in the antics Of healthy young animals
like these shocks your sense Of the dt'
ness Of things. But they've all don,
their bit. Cherry Mohun there drov'
an ambulance in Paris: The boy talk
American Ace Of Aces. Jack Spencer
ful OF medals. The girl in the yellow
sweater is Phoebe Macklin. She wa.
In the Red Gross, Emergency Aid: ant
all the rest Of it. Worked like I
Trojan. And SO on with the others
was a good deal. Now they've growl
different. They say-and rightly too
that their mothers and fathers ant
Erandmothers and Grandiathers have
had q whnck at running the world an(
have messed the job Now they expec
us to get out Of the trouble the hes
way We ,: can: f.! But tRey Ws h"ys w"nt n.hs hhelp
mess Of it," he finished.
IOere WuS COuiWVtsOu 0t Suo OSuci
table. a ciamoring of voices a. tea
cups were raised In appeal to tn,
young lady IN the crimson sweater
the teapot ut arms length above her
"a small dividend Is declared" sh,
laughed, ignoring the '%portppities =
I swear that neither Of You shall hav'
n drop"
"Oh. ! say
~ mean it. Not a drop. You've
had enough" Her glance passed ovel
their heads and met Mr.. Lycett's. Per
haps I.ycett looked thirsty. Evidentl!
SO thought 70, for with an air Of de-
cision she cluded the tmportunitiss o.
her companions and quickly crossed I,
the smaller table. Both men rose.
'I)ear Mr.. Lycett." she said. won
you come to the rescue2 Dicky has I,
drive mo home and hos 20 used to Ayinl
| In the aip that he. foreats thsrs ar,
trsss and things. And ysst hes be.
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