San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-09-20

| cation she took a hot bath mornin,
and night, but this in no way cur
tailed her elaborate ritual. She woull
first draw black net cap over he
million tiny curls and over this {
swimming cap. Then she set a LITTLE
bench near the tub, arranging in or
der her manicure tools, her cold cream
powder and towels. She would theI
brace a magazine. opened to somt
racy love story, from which she culled
bright phrases for future references
She emptied half a bottle of Comics
or Billie's perfumed salts into the tut
and would then luxuriate in the frag
rant warmth until her two sisters
banged and kicked on the door, final
ly summoning Billie to forcibly eject
her.
/, They insisted she never bothered &c
wash Sally would suddenly jerk ul
Minna's hair with a disguised: "Loos
at her ears! You dirty little thing
and you live in a tub"
When all were seized with this If
resistible passion for clcanness at the
same moment, it was agreed that one
half hour would be the time limit fol
the occupation of the tub.
So Connie now took an alarm clock
and wound it with capricious glee. She
set it just outside the bathroom door
Minna would rather a sword than al
alarm clock run through her ears. She
was a little voluptuary
Connie returned, whistling softly
"Who says this is the age of women:
Alas we are born too late! Woule
there were a Casanova about to teach
us new little tricks J"
Sally flounced over with an impa
tent: "Shut up, Conf You and yOul
kind are nothing but a plague. Your
a slow poison fed into the Thoughts
of men. What chance has an honest
tu-God girl got with a man after
whole flock of you vamps have sucket
up his ideals, his faith, his worth
None! All he wants is more and NOR
poison" :,
~Let those who count it poison alb
stain, Sal, old dear. We that know
taste nectarl
"In passing, I might advise you t.
read history. If you think the flap
per of today is robbing man Of hi
ideals. you're mistaken. We're sim
ply refusing to hold up the ideals alon'
any longer. The ideals of tomorrow
will be ideals that both men and WON
en- and not you 'honest-to-GoP hem
alone champion.
SHARE IN DELIGHTS.
''That's all we're doing-just abol
| ishing the old order, where men tool
their delights in secret. We're lie
handing a share in these phenom
email delights. And, believe me, the
are phenom!
"And don't forget, my dear prie
that to keep you and your honest
to-God's sister white as snow Who'll
legion of other women were com
PEELED n make themselves black a
pitch. Before you get down on you
knees to the old order have a glanc'
at that side of the ledger.
Our grandmothers The dea
ostriches turning their heads iron
the truth-refusing TO see evils
Their chastity came pretty darn higI
and it didn't 20 very deep when the!
were willing TO let the so-calle'
fallen sisters pay the price. Pure
Well. if that's purity, thank satal
for SIM"
Connie now rose gracefully from
the couch. She put her arm attec
tionately about Nora Lee, but con
tinued TO address her sister. "Sal
darling. let me remind you that mel
have always demanded their poison
PERHAPS il won't be so poisonous nov
that we're hauling it out into tn
open. ] might pause TO ask. is
poisonous or is it merely human
If So, blame the Potter, not tn
flap"
Nora Lee slipped the blotter owe
her writing. The tips Of her ear
were scarlet. She said lightly
You're not as shallow as you seem
Con, but have we all this poisol
in u.s."
Il trust so! At least. I have sue
hope for you, Nora Lee"
! When Connie left, for she had sec
| ond turn tonight, Sallie sat II
brusquely: Darn right she's not s
/ shallow"
"Do you believe what she said?"'
"Oh, be yourself, Nora Lee! q
course, believe II. ] haven't cour
age enough to live it-that's m
trouble. / lack conceit and I'm =
darned self-conscious-' .
"You mean you won't let a ma
kiss you?"
LET him! Ye gods-I can't eve,
lead them to the point where it
inevitable"
ais that the way it happens?"
"Of course, it is, You raise you
head suddenIy-oh, know the trick
all right, but / don't know how I
use them"
would you? Even you. Sal?"
would /? And you will, too! d
you think / believe in partial su
eide? What else is all this abstain
irg? Why are we born if not TO
joyf'
Nora Lee turned the lock in he
diary. At school the next afternoo
Max was waiting for her.
CHAPTER LVII
! 4 LITERARY ADVENTURE.