The mirror., 1923-08-09
THE FIGURE IN BRONZE
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"Why, know just the place for you'll"
exclaimed Justice.
"That is fine! Pm so glad that l met
you! And at just the right time tool"
gleefully replied the girl, and who gave
her name as Fannie Crosby.
Thus Miss True and Fanny were soon
sitting in the parlor of Mrs. Dentons
boarding house, awaiting the waitress
who, at that moment, was temporarily at
a neighbors. Mrs. Denton's daughter,
Ida, was conversing with young
man, another prospective boarder, and
who aspired to become novelist after
some little experience as a news reporter.
ooh my!" exclaimed Ida. "Only to think
of it! Your writer! Why, my papa was
once an editor before he died Just coun-
try editor of course, but he used to say that
"every body was afraid of an editor or
reporter" but my!-you don't look any
more dangerous than my papa didP'
The young man brushed Bit and
shifted his gaze about before replying,
Thank you Miss Denton. That really is
a great compliment"
"I'm glad that you are not one of those
poets though! I always imagine them wear
ing long hair, like an old-maid's water
fall, and either gazing blankly off into
space or rolling their eyes like dying
calf in a North Dakota blizzard"
The entire group broke into ripping
laugh at Ida's absurd verbal picture.
"No; 1 am not a poet-and 1 am not
yet much of writer. But became tired
of newspaper routine-living four flights
up by night and pounding a typwriter in
a stuffy skyscraper office by day. That is
when I'm not galavanting about shifting
for copy, eating hand-me down meals in a
white-tiled hole in the wall, and dwadling
a tooth-pick in some high-faluting hotel
lobby-maybe interviewing some peroxide
"shimmy- shaker; or inventing some wise
crack with which to jibe some "plow-jockey"
who has just been elected Mayor of Feath-
erstone Corners, and who disports himself
like major-domo! No; not that! I'm
tired of that stuff" he concluded.
Then you won't write us up and des-
cribe a lot of characters like the, usual
clearinghouse outft-with patronizing,
stomach-robbing Aorid-faced mistress pre-
siding over a table surrounded by prim
demure maiden, grouchy old batch, an
erratic and funny old German doctor,
dapper star boarder with stock of ancient
jokes, some steno girls, and bunch of
heather "U" students,-and end up by get
ting yourself famous through exhibiting
us, like menagerie, at some showcase in
book store at two dollars per copy
concluded Miss Denton, with wink at
Justice and Fanny who sat grinning in
silence.
"My! but that is big order! Must I
promise not to do all that?" laughed the
embryo novelist.
Miss Denton shrugged her dainty
shoulders, and, looking very wise and pre-
cocious, replied perhaps"
Fanny giggled, and Justice remarked
lightly "Miss Denton, you almost make me
wish that l boarded here myself"
Mrs. Denton now arrived together with
DR.. Stein who was just returning from
call.
"How do you do, folks. Did you wish
to see me?" asked the landlady
eff you please" responded Miss True.
II am very sorry to have kept you
waiting,-will you excuse me for just
moment longer?" she asked, glancing at
several bundles which she carried.
"Most certainly" was the rejonder
DR.. Stein settled down in chair, putting
and blowing. Zach my So warm phat it