Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-03-12
Love Az Picnic

Love At Picnic
The three young men. Archie's
friends (who had begun by cycling
the guests with that concentrations
plus embarrassment of shy curate
in the presence OF bazaar- opening
royalty, fell helpless victims TO the
charm not only Of the famed Lucy.
but of her family as well. frankie,
on catching the name of the young
city man, discovered that his
younger brother had been at Dart
mouth with him-this made them
into old friends even as the riekety
chairs we've allotted and the black
handled knives taken up.
The city man, being the Grand
father (aged twenty-nine) of the
campites, carved" the chops, and
with an ineffabie glance toward the
star-guest asked, May l give you
beaps?" This nursery-wit was
loudly applauded, and what re-
manned of the ice was broken by
Captain Smiths inquiring diff
fidently OF Mrs. Harrison, Miss JOY
shall you stay On the SCREEN Oh
whatever you coll IL, for good, oil
shall you go on the regular stage
presently?"
"Ah. Very pretty! Rather
Throughout thought" cried Auntie
gayly. Il can't hope any one would
really make the mistake even in the
dusk with the light behind me
But you know that Lucy is
to go on the real stage presently
don't you, Mr.. Laverock? Nc
potatoes, thanks-yes, yes, ] will.
They're not burnt, they're delicious.
Yes; don't you read your Per-
iscope?"
Didn't you see the latest excite
ment for our peaceful family circle,
LaVerock--"
Yes, the part in the new dc
| Courvil!e revue|
"Are you really. Miss Joy"
whats more. Pm having a scent
named after me now" the bijou-
Beauty announced with pride. "You
| know, like Chaminads or Mary Gar
den. People shifting at saohet
and saying, oh, it's Lucy joy"
'Disgustin' thought / call IT."
from the ilor-brother, hewinG
bread.
Then simultaneous queries from
Mummie and Auntie, But what is
the incest hotel to stay at in Paris
just now:" Because you know
lMcy's Revue will be coming on
OttT Itlefe--
"Oh," said young Laverock, even
~. she's going away-going over to
France, is she?" (Going away - .
Yes. and what she'll be like when
she's the prattle of Paris as we'll as
the talk Of London Town II shudder
to think" from frankie. "Person-
ally | shall have to disown her, and
the next time anybody i'm the ship
asks me IL I'm any relation, ] shall
simply say, oh. no, ] never heard of
the young woman, so snubs.'"
Laughter, through which there
rose q treble shrek from Mummie.
"Oh. Talking of ships. Good
Heavens. It's just reminded ~tue.
That note. From the Admiral"
involuntary chances about from
Arches friends to see what had
become of that London Mail)
Yes! The Admiral's note! !
promised him I'd let Lucy have 1t
the very instant she got in. Then
[ never thought of it again. How
CHASTITY of met" cried little Mrs,
JOY. Here you are, my Pet"
She burrowed IN her beaded bag
and handed the note across the
table.
Lucy was sitting between Archie
Laverock and the young city man
to whom assuredly it was the even j.
ing of his life, to be remembered
and spoken of for many moons
among his pals. There's a fellow
in our office who's met Lucy joy"
The Beauty-Girl took the note,
said prettily, "Oh, may l open it?
It's probably about the race to-
morrow, and / might have to tele-
phone at once :" and tore open
the envelope.
She read the note. There escaped
her little, "Oh. dear, OH" of
What is it, darling? Anything
wrong?" chirped her mother
anxiously.
For there were only two people at
that table who guessed correctly at
the contents of that note. Mrs.
Harrison's blue eyes sent quick
comprehending glance across the
table. Archie Laverock, outwardly
imperturbable, told himself. "Hai
The old boys trumping my card, is
hep"
Lucy pulling herself together.
crammed the note into her brocade
sack and chirped back, "Oh. no,
Mummie. Tits nothing that need
be answered at once"
"ual IL ~ 10 DeIOnB 10 the RuI-
ing Sex broke in the semi bari
tone of frankie at the other end of
the table. wilt trifie?" He passed
the sweet in n lordly dish quite un-
familiar to the campites. produced
somswhence by Parkin. "Jolly nice
trifie. too. . Figure to our
selves, though, what would happen
IL ! were not to answer at once
any of our distinguished friends
messages! Dost remember Kiplings