The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1924-02-20
XVIII (continued)

Younger Generation. I'm going to
compare our postwar product with
al that 10 known Of young people
and their manifestations straight
back to the Stone Age. I've made
. specially Of the subject. Witt
has helped me lot in research.
D'you think he's gone OFT"
"Gone OF! Certainly not Nv.
cry columnist in town had some.
thing to say about that last install.
ment Of his novel. Best thing he's
ever done. and that's saying all.
He's strong % an OK, too. Why
in heavens name should hs 90
Off"
We'll. baby's teething and won't
let any ono else hold her when
she gets . fretting spell. He's
been up 4 lot lately"
NClavering burst into q loud de.
lighted laugh. He had forgotten
his personal Affairs completely, as
he always did when talking to this
remarkable little paradox. "Gad!
That's good! And bis public Wis.
ualizes' him % q sort Of Buddha,
6rooding cross-legged in his Ii.
brary. receiving direct advice from
tho god; Of fiction. But /
wouldn't have you otherwise. The
nineteenth century Questioning
with twentieth century trimmings.
). What now?" -.
Rollo Landers Todd. the "Poet
Of Manhattan" had stalked In
with Prussian helmet on his
head. his Eirth draped in q rich
blue shawl embroidered and firing
Cd With white. . bitter frown on
his jovial round face: and in his
hand . long rod with . large blue
bow on the metal point designed
to shut refractory windows. Helen
vans Baker. q contribution from
Society to the art Of fiction, with
rowing hair and arrayed' in q long
aightgown over her dress. fortu-
nately white, was assisted. to the
top Of the bookcase on the west
wall. Henry Church. q famous
.satirist. mufiled in q fur cloak. a
small black silk handkerchief
pinned about his lively face,
Itumped heavily Into the room, fell
), . neap on. the floor against the
opposite wall, and in d magnificent
bass growled out the resentment Of
Ortrud. while q rising but not yet
president pianist. with q long
blonde wig from Miss Dwight's
property chest. threw his head
back, shook his hands. adjusted q
cigarette in the corner Of his
mouth, and banged out the pre-:
Jude to LoheRgrin with amazing
variations. Elsa, with her profile
against the wall and her hands
folded across her breast, sang what
Of Elsa's prayer she could remem'
Der and with no apparent effort
timprovised the rest. Lohengrin
pranced up and down the room
barking out German phonetics (he
did not know q word Of the Ian
'guage, but his accent was as Teu'
tonic a. his helmet). demanding
vengeance and threatening ami
hilation. He brandished his pole
in the face 81 iOrtrud: stamping
and roaring then bending his
knees waddled across the room
land proddsd. Elsa. who, WINGED per
(ceptibly tbut lcontinuedesto mingle
her light soprano with the rolling
bass Of Mr.. Church and the vocif
, erations Of the poet. Finally. al
: the staccato command Of Mr.
'Todd's hoarsening voice. she top
pied over Into his arms and they
both fell ON Ortrud. The non
sense was over. ..c,. -
No ono applauded more sponta
neously than Madame Zattiany
and she even drank cocktail. B,
this time every one. in the room
! had been introduced to her ant
! she was chatting a. II she hadn'
; Ia care in the world. Az far a
Clavering could sec, she had ever!
t intention Of making Sophisticat,
v night Of 1t. 4
Y The pianist, after . brief inter
val for recuperation. played will
r ieafening .vehemence and thel
q with excruciating sweetness. Ono
more cocktails were passed. an,
I:henS there was Z charade by Todd
SuEan Forbes and the handsom'
young English sculptress. which
Madame Zattiany followed witt
pussleds interest: and was 80 d
I lighted with herself. for guessing
:, the word before the climax tina
+ she clapped her hands and laugh
ed like child. -;
t More music, more cocktails,
brief impromptu play full OF witt
} uonsense, caricaturing several q
The distinguished company. who's
appreciation was somewhat dub
n ,us. and Miss Dwight led the va
n aown to supper. Clavering watcl
It ID Madame Zattiany 90 out wit
y the goodiooking young editor {
It ,ne Of the staid old fiction, mag