The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1928-08-25
COPYRIGHT 1928 G NEA SERVICE INC.

C4CdOu1C WILL blS NlO1CO CyCO dAIN
baby ways Wide-eyed innocence
wasn't SO much a pose with her as
a fact.
Mrs. Thorne was delighted. Ii
was high time, she thought, that
Tad was settling down. The new
generation was too much for her
"And Valerie was such a sweet
little thing Now if Sybil would
only get nice young man"
Mrs. Thorne sighed deeply Sybil
had been, of late, a source of much
vexation to the family. She had
insisted, in the first place, upon
going to work.
II don't see why not" she ar
gued. 81 don't want to hang around
the house any more than Tad does
Maybe I could sell bonds, too. Any
how, if you don't let me do some
thing, I'll pull a breakdown. Com
plete collapse. Nervous prostration
You wait and see."
There was a good deal of logic
in it, for SYPHILIS taut nerves we're
stretched to the breaking point.
81 suppose" conceded her father
finally, 81 could find a place for you
in the Office"
But Sybil declined vigorously.
Nothing doing" she informed him
tartly. "I'll make my own way"
Boosting youthfully, she took an
intensive course in shorthand and
typewriting. which fitted her in
three months for q stenographer's
job in a publishing house on Bea-
con Hill.
A passion for work, and real apti-
tude for the business, promoted her
to a secretarial position. Then she
announced that she was going to
buy all her own clothes.
With the acquisition of what she
termed cutter independence" her
parents pronounced her altogether
unmanageable." The difference of
opinion developed into family rela-
tons so strained that poor Mrs
Thorne spent most of her time in
tears.
TAD became a reformed rake, and
Il philosophical on the trend of
the times.
you know, Sis" he used to say,
there's something wrong with the
kids today. They've no sense of
values. Darn little appreciation of
anything worth while. Pleasure is
their little tin god And they haven't
any other. Thank the Lord Valerie's
different stuff. Now there's girl
for you'll"
Sybil smiled indulgently. "You
sure know how to pick EN-" she
conceded good naturedly. But I
think you're sort of hard on the
rest Of the kids, Tad.
You see. they never knew the
world we lived in-before the war,
mean. Customs, manners, con-
ventions-everything's changed since
you and I were Is. 1t took only
four years to make America over.
"Why, Tad, I'd been kissed just
twice when I was IS. The first time
I felt as if I'd been desecrated, and
cried about it. The second time, I
thought was in love.
81 had an awful crush on Sam
Hedges and let him kiss me one
night in the hammock on the piazza.
And the very next day Mrs. Hedges
came over and talked lot to moth
er about calf love-
"I was listening to it all at the
top of the stairs. And somehow I
got associating Sam, in my mind,
with calves-you know the big,
moony eyes he had and that no
body-home expression. Loves young
dream persisted on the spot.
Bugs Plympton was the kid that
kissed me f1rst-the one that made
me cry. We were making fudge in
the kitchen one day. don't believe
kids make fudge any more, do they?
I suppose it's too hunky-I burned
my finger testing the stuff and put
it under the cold water faucet to
take the burn out.
"And there I was, at the sink,
when the romantic Bugs kissed me
square on the mouth. And ii you'll
believe it, I cried. Honest, did.
Remember how I used to read The
Little Colonel books2 Well, I'd re-
solved, like Lloyd, to keep my lips
for the man I'd marry. And the
wretched Bugs had spoiled it all
Tad, when I stop to think about
it, I was a very good little girl,
wasn't ~"
"You bet you were good, Sis. Kids