The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-11-07

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movies, and for the plays. She d
even thought of herself as married
to a Wall Street broker with an
apartment on Park Ave. and but
Ter and a maid all her own. All
girls had crazy dreams like that.
But shed never heard of a thing
such as had happened to her. She
didn't know what to do about 1t, ex-
cept to go to Mrs. Adams, where she
roomed, and somehow, that was a
waste of time. She ought to be out
spending her money. But where
should she begin? Let's see! First,
now that she had the cost, she'd buy
somewhat?
lars, everything she could think of
seemed cheap and useless! And
Cohen! He thought she's fallen for
"a!
Well, she'd get some flowers for
Mrs. Adams, who had been worry
ing about her last weeks room rent,
take them home, sit down and see
if she could think it over. Then
she'd try to get that jazz mind Of
hers down to business and figure out
what was TO be what! Shed been
let in for something by somebody for
some reason or other, and while the
going was good she'd go!
Toopna didn't lilo tho uyoU tho
chauffeur acted when she raped on
the glass that separated them, and,
when he had stopped the car and
put his head in through the door,
she told him to stop at flower shop.
He was cold, and up in the air-like
he knew things. He said she didn't
need to rap on the glass-that there
was a speaking tube. And he added:
That's one of the things you must
learn, since you've pulled the gears
into high speed" She knew what
he meant and she wished she knew
how to give poison to some people.
She tilted her chin and told him
she'd asked for a flower shop and
not education
OSES? No! The last time she'd
Tx wanted a day off from the
- store, to go on an automobile
drive with a fellow who'd got a car
from somebody, she'd told old Good
Morning" that it was her birthday
and she was having a party. Good
Morning" had sent her a bunch of
roses as a birthday remembrance,
and she had to listen to his soft stuff
for a week afterwards-until she
thought the roses were paid for. So
she didn't like roses.
Lilies? They were what she re-
membered of her mothers funeral.
Geraniums? A long time ago,
when she was very little girl, she
used to go out in the morning and
water the geraniums in the front
yard before she went to school. Gee!
that was a long time ago! If there
was anything she hated at that time
it was geraniums, because they
seemed to be such utterly useless
things for girl to have to put water
en-. But her mother liked her
geranium bed. That was about the
time that her mother and father
used to talk about her marrying the
druggists son, when he grew up.
They were about the same age.
She was always in trouble in
those days. She had to kiss the
druggists son whenever they hap
pened to be together with nobody
looking because he'd quit giving her
Ice cream sodas If she didn't, but she
didn't like him. He demanded too
many kisses for each soda. Ten
cents apiece would have been
cheaper, if she'd had enough dimes.
The fellow always passed her house
in the mornings while she was water
ing the flowers and stopped. And
she had had to go around the corner
of the house and kiss him or he'd
charge her for her ice cream soda
after school.
She'd never liked geraniums. But
her mother did. So, she wouldn't
take roses or lilies to Mrs. Adams,
but geraniums. Mrs. Adams was
not bad sort. If she didn't kick
about the money maybe she wouldn't
get it.
The florist explained that ger
aniums didn't come in punches, but
in plants, only. People don't buy
them as cut flowers, you know" he
explained "They take them in pots"
well here's where you learn