Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-07-26
SUB ROSA
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by MIMI.
by MIMI.
A Modern Sob Story.

Here's a real sob story, complete
with a. moral and a grave lesson ser
mons are difficult to listen TO. The
dangers Of drink have been dealt with
until every ones fed up hearing ABOUT
them Yet / offer this picture TO you
simply because 1t came to my notice
only last night, and II made me won
der II any of you popular4ty-nAad girls
find yourselves in similar position.
We were dining at quiet club, en-
Toying after.dinner coffee, when the
peace of the place was broken by
loud roar.
Every one turned and ctared
Through the door proceeded party
of four. One of the boys and both
girls looked usual enough, Quietly
dresses, fairly attractive. But the
second boy claimed the attention of
every diner. Redfaced, staggering
believing, he elbowed his way into
the center of the room.
II didn't take a trained medical eye
ia detect the fact that he'd had
enough alcohol TO sink several ships.
Nor was it any less apparent that the
rest of the party hadn't tasted any at
ALL
Our hero, the clustering Bull,
roared again and ordered a. table, The
head waiter hesitated and was lost
gave him a table, and probably re-
GREETED it Immediately.
For the Bull made himself just as
conspicuous and noisy and disgusting
as any one human being could pos
sibly be.
He pounded on his table, bawling
for Service" He howled for SOUP
threatened the waiter with violence
for not paying more strict attention
TO his wants.
Then looked at his companion and
did feel sorry for her. She was
so obviously out of the picture.
She was dressed plainly--not at all
smartiy--and the face which looked
out from under q rather dowdy hat
was not really attractive--just rather
friendly and eager looking.
Occasionally she gave nervous little
laughs as her buil.necked companion
committed some fresh atrocity. Most
OF the time she regarded him anxious
ly-watohing the other diners unhap-
PLY, hoping they wouldn't laugh.
From time to time he patted her
iocularly on the shoulder and as.
sured her that he loved her deeply.
At this she shrank back, but giggled
to let him know she was pleased.
Her story was SO easily read. Not
the popular type of girl, not sought
after by boys OF wealth who could
AFFORD stunning cars and gay times.
She'd probably envied the pretty,
smart girls she knew; wished for a
chance at their happiness.
Then this red-faced fish had swum
into her life. lie was quite definitely
the type popular, smart girls would
have given the air long ago. His
manners were too terrible TO be coun-
tenanced.
Well, he wanted girl to come along
on his party. and. as all the more
eligible maidens had turned him
down. he decided that Miss Plain But
Nice would do.
He had stunning carve saw
that later--and enough money, she
thought. to furnish her with the sort
of gayety she craved. So she went
with him, pitifully f1attered at having
been sought out by big athlete.
He promptly drank himself into the
state of mind where he thought she
was beautiful, and she was still more
pitifully fiattered
How often will she go out with that
rowdy, wincing and shuddering and
laughing nervously, thankful when
evenings over, yet hating to give up
her only taste of the sort Of life popu-
lar girls lead?
/ hope soon, because the poor kid s
not having a taste of the real thing.
She's getting only the very cheapest
and coarsest imitation.
Copyright, l926)