The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-03-12

! telephone girl. Got to keep up with
the procession even if it does mean
hitting the old savings account a
wallop."
Don't do it unless you really want
to-" said Joy swiftly.
Joy! You aren't going to be angry
with me, are your" his tone was
pleading.
mo, Davey," said Joy honestly.
II couldn't be-for long at a time"
They parted and Joy went list
lessly up the steps. She. was going
to spend Sunday afternoon with
Dads. "Davey'll be there. suppose.
1 wish we could just be friends" she
thought wistfully.
! Gladys was in the room, dressed
in her kimono, putting clay-pack
on her face.
I'm a sight huh?" she asked, for
Joy was genuinely startled at the
sight of her covering herself with
sticky mud.
They talked for little, then Joyce
went to bed to sleep until noon the
next day.
| When she woke Gladys was sitting
propped up in bed writing a letter.
"Just got through" she said. "a
letter to the party sent that money
to. Joy, you'll never know what it
meant to me to have that money to
send just now. Some day I'll tell
you. Say, I talked to the supervisor
down at the switchboard about you
and she thinks maybe they can take
you on. She wants you to come in
to see her some day next week.
I'll let you know when"
II think that would be lots more
fun than working in an exchange"
said JOY.
"Yep," Gladys nodded her head.
Lots of chance to go out, theater
tickets, baseball tickets, the whole
smear. We girls in the cloak room
amt allowed to make dates with
the men in the hotel. But the tele-
phone girls can do as they please"
"I've got all the boy friends 1
want right now" said Joyce little
consciously.
"Tell me about 'em. Let Gladys
give you the low-down on the whole
bunch. A month from now you
won't know any of 'em, I'll bet.
Joyce was glad of a confidante.
"Well, I suppose I ought to name
Davey first.
"Old reliable?" asked Gladys.
IT suppose so. He's about four
years older than I am. Mother used
to let him push my baby carriage
around when 1 was about a year
old. We played together when I got
big enough to walk, and even after I
started to school and the boys teased
him about it, he used to walk home
with me. He's a salesman now.
When I was in the eighth grade he
took me to football game-he was
a senior in high school then. It's
funny, but that was the incest thing
he ever did, guess"
wants to marry you and preserve
you in sugar of love with nobody
around but Dave, doesn't rhe?" COM
mented Gladys.
/ Something like that. Then there's
Butch Settler. He's nearer my own
age, about two years older. He quit
school in the seventh grade and got
to be the leader of a tough gang out
our way. He's never been arrested
or anything like that, but everybody
says he makes a lot of money some
how that isn't right. He's always
been nice to me, except one time he
tried to make me go riding with him.
Acted like a regular gas hawk, but
he was sorry afterwardR
what stopped him?" Gladys
asked.
Another friend of mine, Henry
Deacon. He happened to be going
past and he made Butch let me go.
Tell me some more about your
hero. I don't like the sound of the
other two. Ones too tame, the other
amt good enough for you" Gladys
shifted to more comfortable posi-.
ton.
"Deke? There isn't much to tell.
He's ABOUT Davey's age, no. older, a
little. He finished high school the
year I started and then went off to