Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-01-13
; Not by telling her the tale OVER tha

Not by telling her the tale over the
ptelephone; not by giving her the Glad
Eye in the street. It may be idtoic
OF me. Can't help it. That. sort OF
thing puts me dead of What I'd
like would be to get myself introduced
deadly old-fash., isn't it?) to some
lsnicc girl; to go to her home, see her
n that sore OF thing. Il told you
I was q freak.) ia like it to b. on
the square from the Start.
So there's the problem.
l don want TO get to know any
girl who isn't what they call 'partic-
ular." And a very particular" girl
isn't the sort l can get to know!
You needn't imagine that I'm su-
perior and don't care; if you knew
how I was longing for a sweetheart.
Of my own! Why, l think it would
be the most wonderful thing ever. A
topping friendship like I had with
Tim hdrrison; someone + could tell
things to, and yet, on the top of it,
else I could never tell anyone |
make up dreams about that girl I'd
like, that Perfect Playmate OF mine.
l call her "Jilr' because my name
is Jack. Piffle, but nobody'N ever
know. I even know what she's like
to look at. Not too short, because
I've such long legs, and I'd want
her to be able to swing along in step
with me when We went for tramps
on Saturday afternoons like ! used to
with Tim. Grey-bluc eyes she'd have;
a curly bit Of brown hair showing
against her cheek, and a color like a
rose. She'd wear what girls always
do look incest in. 1 think-blue serge,
quite simple; and a. dinky little funny
purple hat, pulled\well on to her head.
All this. of courAe, is my Imagina-
tion-Girl; That is Well! AS a mat
ter of TACT 1 did, this morning, meet
a girl a little like that. l mean /
passed her in the street as one passes
hundreds OF girls a day. never to
thlnk of them again. l couldn't help
noticing this In the middle of
the drab pavements and hurrying
crowd she looked as fresh as a pansy
growing out Of a mud-pie. That's the
sort OF girl, ! wish 1 could get TO
Every blessed morning now I pass
her on my way to work. Funny how
ook forward to thai one glimpse
or a girl who's never noticed me more
than If l were a lamp-post in the
| road! LAC
B~ut-evenings. That's the time of
the day when l realize that big she'll
rhole in my life!
Tonight I BOT in, out of the pouring
ram, al seven. h rooms aren't bad:
old Tim and I used to think them
cosy. But tonight 1t all seemed
gloomy. The fire smoked: and it,
rotten, feeding alone. I'd finished nv
1lsn n potatoes and rice-custard
pudding by seven-twenty. Al half
past seven Mrs. Wright, the old eIr,
VINO keeps the house, came in to clear
She's a decent old body. Usually !
+. keep her talking a few minutes about
Inc weather and what's in the papers
3ust 50 as to hear a human voice in
this dug-out. Tonight. though, she
started ABOUT now 1t was exactly five
years 6 to the day since poor vonhe
Mr.. Harrison had turned I'M haro
about engaging the rooms!-Couidn't
suck 1t. Put a record on our old
eramaphone to stop her EARNING about
him. But / wasn't in the mood for
n Reminded mo OF one time in
the trenches with a lot Of u fellows
all believing together:
"Hellow. my Dearie! I'm lonesome
50 I grabbed it of and looked A. ~.
clock: astonished to see It wssn
eight o'clock yet. "' !
got the fire burning a bit he,t.r
and sat down with a book. Deser,-
island story called All Awry ahn,,
some chap who gets washed asboue
with q girl, lucky dog. Inndnn
Is a desert-island to me, but withon.
any sign Of the girl. W
Funny how that girls a in tho
little purple hat KEPT getting between
ms and what l Was trying to rean
Jove. she is pretty. I wondered 49,.
was spending the evening cate
q jolly good time. / bet, a sweet -,on,
ing kid like that! Probably . No.,
in of fellows 20 take her :"
the shows in town; go-ey pa liz
Grantham. 1p IKE
Slim Grantham would soon ve.
know her. How, Es,s ~ 20
stare at her until she'd got to ~
! couldn't do it not to that cir,
He'd pretend he'd met her.
But ia feel such a cad. H.,a
speak. He'o
Impon. How could on.y
To think Of the d~ife,A,..