Evening star., 1923-03-01
Your Yitals and my own"

your vitalS and my own.
sangree. making WY face. set his
guments, l like your last the best.
But I fancy it's going to be difficult
to adjust myself to the customs of
my country"
The older man smiled. You must
follow the tide" he said.
Sangree shrugged. his brows tan
Cling above his black-rimmed glasses.
at would be--er-amusing if IL
wercn't--er-tragic.' He leaned sud
denly across the table. as though to
exchange a great confidence, whisper
Ing.
'Do you know. Mr.. Lycett, some
friends asked me to a dance at a
hotel in town last night AT the
clcakroom window two very pretty
girls were checking their stays un-
check hat. / was informed that
the boys preferred to dance with
them-ah-ungirdled."
quite true, L believe" said Lycett
These seemed-er-nice girls, Mr..
MY boy the corset began slipping
years ago--inch by inch. The war
gave 1t it's coup de grace. The cor
set has today become Eirdle--to-
young woman of today wants no
stays-physically or otherwise She
is self-sufficient."
well, rather. But you must ad
NIT its rather--er--disturb to
have ones ideals of womanhood-
by these young-er-iconocl
George Lycett could scarcely re-
press q smile at the ingenuousness
Of his companion. Il would advise
you not to use so big word with d
debutante She wouldn't know what
fa1kinp about"
II won't" said David Sangree dry
ly. I'm not going kidnapping
'It might repay 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 ves-
tiges Of forgotten races"
II don't doubt It," said Sangree
with a smile; That's just my guar
rel with-er"-he waved definite
know life one must have lived 1t. It
seems a pity" he added, as though
in an afterthought as he gazed at
the other table, because they're so
young and SO fiowerlike."
George Lycett grew serious now;
The idealism of the younger man had
I'VE all live too fast" he muttered.
But what can one do?" he finished
with q shrug. These children are
out of leading strings.
why? Have they no mothers
Lycett threw back his head with a
dry laugh. "Rless your heart! Help
less! God knows the last thing In
America mother wants is to see her
daughter unpopular.
80 she puts on pair OF morai
bltnkers and goes on and plays
II See" said the younger man
thoughtfully. And the fathersT he
added.
"The American father is too busy to
notice. Busy and incurious. He leaves
the matter to his wife. It never oc-
ours to him to question the habits Of
the women of his household. The
mother runs society-the daughter
runs the mother. So there you are. If
that he was making it quite possible
for his daughter to go to the devil he
would tell you to go there yourself"
Hes a fool, then" said David.
blame him. He errs from pride, at
fection and confidence. Quite ado
mirable and human traits in them
selves. you'll admit. Take Jim Mohun,
for instance. IdoliZes his daughter.
Anything she does is right In fact.
she makes anything right by the mere
act of doing it. He's proud OF her;
the man who whispered word
against her"
David Sangree shrugged. let me
reassure you," he said dryly, II have
no opinion to express to Mr.. Mohun."
Lycett knocked the ash from his
cigar with the sober air Of one grant,
ing absolution.
my dead David" he said. please
permit me the license Of an older man
when say that the study of ancient
civilization has made you Just trifle
stodgy. and lately In the near east
you have looked too long into the
pressed In the antics Of healthy young
animals. like those shocks your sense
Of the fitness Of things. But they've
all done their bit. Cherry Mohun there
drove an ambulance in Paris. The boy
talking to her is Dick Wilberforce,
the American ace Of aces. Jack Spen-
Ger, the young fellow opposite, won
hatful of medals. The girl in the
yellow sweater is Phoebe Mackiin
She was in the Red Cross, emergency
aid and ali the rest of II. Worked
like Trojan. And SO on with the
others. They gave everything they
they've grown different. They say
and rightly. too--that their mothers
and fathers and grandmothers and
grandfathers have had a whack at
running the world and have messed
the Job. Now they expect us to get
out Of the trouble the best way we
can. But they won't help. ! can't
blame EN-. We have made mess of
It." he finished.
There was q commotion at the other
table. Q clamoring OF voices - tea