The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1923-11-29

Good Lord.'
you needn't drink it. But
you'll get nothing else. Come
along or III pick you up and
carry you to the nearest garage"
She trotted 0bediently beside
him, fragile dainty figure; car
ried Imply, however, and little
more distinguished than flappers
of inferior origin He led her to
rather luxurious 6elicatessen
not far from his hotel, kept by
enterprising Italians who never
closed their doors. They seated
themselves intentionally at the
high counter, ana the sleepy at
tendant served them with sand
wiches, then retired to the back
OF the shop. He was settling
himself to alert repose when Miss
Oglethorpe suddenly changed her
mind and ordered a chocolate ice
cream soda. Then she ordered
another, and she ate six sand
witches; q slice of cake and two
bananas.
Iron Constitution.
Great heaven!,' exclaimed
clsvering. You must have the
stomach Of an ostrich"
: :
Can eat nails and drink fire
water.
Wen. you WON'T two years
hence, and you'll look it. too
'.Oh, no ! won't. ri marry
when I'm nineteen and half
and settle down,
7 should say YOU were head.
ing the other way Where have
yol been tonight
'Donny Farrcn gave a party
in his rooms and passed out just
as he was about to take me home.
I Ioosened his collar and put a
pillow under his head, but 1
couldn't lit him, even to the
sofa. Too fat. y
II suppose you pride yourself
Oh being good sport"
Rather. If Donny'd been i'll
I'd have stayed with him all
night, but he was dead to the
world. =
..You say he had party. Why
didn't some Of the others take
you homer"
Ever hear about three being
crowd2 Donny, naturally, was
all for taking me home, and
didn't show any signs Of collapse
till the last minute !.
but I should think that for
decency's sake you'd all have
gone down together
Lord! How old-fashioned you
are. / was finishing a cigarette
and never thought of II" She
opened little gold mesh bag,
took out cigarette and lit
ii. Her cheeks were flushed
under the rouge and her
black eyes giittered in
her fluid little face. She was enc,
of the beauties of the seasons
debutantes, but scornful of nature.
Her olive complexion was thickly
powdered and there was delicate
smudge of black under her lower
lashes and even on her eyelids. He
had never seen her quite so b1a-
family made up before, but then he
had seen little of her since the
beginning of her first season. He
rarely went to parties, and she
was almost as rarely in her own
home or her grandmother's. Her
short hair curled about her face.
In spite of her paint she looked like
a child-a greedy child playing
with life.
''Look herer' he said "How far
do you go?"
wouldn't you like to know
ST should. Not for personal res-
sons, for girls Of your age bore
me to extinction, but you've a GER
tain sociological interest. I won
der if you are really any worse
than your predecessors"
IT guess girls have always been
human enough, but we have more
opportunities. We've made 'em.
This is our age and we're enjoying
it to the limit. God! what stupid
times girls must have had-some of
them do yet. They're naturally
goody-goody, or their parents are
too much for them. Mot many,
though. Parents have taken a back
seat"
ST don't quite see what you get
out OF it-guzzling and smoking
your nerves out by the roots, and
making yourselves cheap with
men little older than yourselves.
"You don't see, L suppose, why
girls should have their fling, orr
her voice wavered curiously-
"why youth takes naturally to
youth. I suppose you think that
is a cruel thing for a girl to say?"
"Not in the least" he answered
cheerfully. Don't mind a biz.