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

MASTER or the kokomo lodge with q
silver loving cup and tied the vote be-
tween Elkhart Lake and Minneapolis
for the next convention"
"Oh. geei"
"WhatT
"I-I-say, what time Is It by your
gold watch and chain2"
"Nine-thirty night is young,
Morning Glory"
law, who wants to go over to that
little old dump anyway, Giuyl 1t
looks like good spot for your favorite
funeral. II gotta-wantta be back
by tent forgot something"
Mr.. Gilly slowed his stroke; his
mouth took on slight oblique slant
Of distemper.
Don't let me keep you up. Miss
Fink"
Lets turn around, Gilly. bet them
movies over there would put a night
owl to sleep. Gee, how dead it looks
let's turn back"
"Sure thing"
! He swung around so suddenly that
she clutched at the sides of the shell
for balance.
"Gee-you got a temper like steel"
| Silence.
Don't you get sore easy, though !"
81 amt sore"
The vigorous dipping Of the paddle
and the swift cutting of water.
"Say, Gilly, amt you afraid of
breaking the speed laws?"
Silence.
A star streaked downward and died
in its flight. Miss Fink lay fiat back
ward in the boat, her face foreshort-
ened and upturned.
"Shootin' stars luck, amt it, Gilly?"
"Dunnow
She nestled deeper into her cushion,
one arm flung high in semicirele
about her head and her lids so low
over her eyes that she might have
been a sleeping Adriana.
Drip-Drip-p! They fioated silently,
in rustic of moving waters.
A smile trembed across Miss Fink's
lips and she opened them SO that her
voice came softly, softly:
Sweet and low. 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 as if it were pos
ing for a picture postcard or where
to-spend-yOur-vacatiOn pamphlet.
The dining room was cleared Of its
aisle-forming tables and it's floor pol
ished to a mirror. At the far end of
the room a clock pricked out in blue
and white electric bulbs glowed
against a blue and white cheesecloth
background.
Tropical palms, with skilfuiiy 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
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
niture and the audience with a tiny
feather buster and timer French ac-
cent.
After a while the scratching of q
violin for its note and the one finger
um-m-m-tum-m-m on the piano; the
light blather of voices rising to a swell
Unstylisb women in shotted silk
dresses with waist lines and decent
width skirts and bodices cut high over
bosoms that would have quivered I'M
der baroness. The invitatiOnal rhythm
of waltz music and pink-haired violin
list swaying in the palm jungle. A
couple glided out into the sahara of
polished floor, another and yet an
other.
Presently bobbing throng, the
women flushed with their primal love
of the dance, the men in fast whiting
collars and out of step. Mr.. Proxies
fashion, inside his fainting collar and
took Miss Fink in an antiquated en-
brace of the waltz.
"Whew"
''For the new grand master you amt
doing bad, Proksey-you've taken
every mans wife of 'em around, amt
YOU"
Mr.. Proxies mopped at his face with
a fourth handkerchief and writhed in
his evening clothes as If he would fly
their broadcl0th.
"Yes, but it's almost over. The
eleven o'clock song and the passing
of the loving cup, and then I'm ready,
sister, for what / been waitin' for ali
evening-guessI ]"
"CeM'tl" s5s4 ,l,.,4sA
"The prettlest and sweetest little
girl in the crowd and little gray col
ored canoe. IL don't like 1t a bit, your
dancin' around here with all those
other fellows-yOu just wait till I'm
off duty"
'What think Of these guys!'
81 amt much on dancing myself.