New Britain herald., 1929-07-23
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Better not counseled Bob Newton Why not stay in Claudia threw her arms violently around Molly.
 "Oh Moly,' she squeaed. Let's have double wed- dng Wouldn't that be the thrngest thing kids You be my maid of honor, Molly Then I'll be your maton And you can wear my wedding veil and everything. Gee Molly, wouldn't it be just knock-out?'
 Claudia dancing up and down.
 "Eveything's all set" she proclaimed Decorations Choir Minister. Everything You have my bridesmaids, honey, and we'll just call up the Ritz and tell set places.'
 Molly looked at Jack He was grnnng foolishy.
 Will you? she breathed "Oh, Jack wouldn't it be Molly you crazy"
 He frowned on her enthusiasm Were blooming monares, you know honey Just poor young couple try "Yeah?" taunted Bob Newton. And the first hundred years the hardest"
 Rita laughed neIvously. Next year." she predicted gaiy, wel all be married Won't we Bob? You and me- And Molly and Jack And Claudia and Dick will be coming home from Paris for the weddings
 "Why wait" demanded Claudia
 "Why staWe?" Bob countered rritaby.
 Rita patted his gently.
 Little sunshne' she chded What you need is sandwich"
 "What need" he told her cooIy lis box of aspirin Of all the fool places to drag this blooming hen party is the worst"
 My sweetheart" Rita cooed amiably. Hasn't he just the sweetest disposition, girls and boys%
 Come on down to the lake, suggested Molly, and date up canoe for tonight"
 "Who wants to go canoeing when they get mar ried?' demanded Dick
 Molly made face and pouted gaily.
 q can't get married today. My sweee won't let me-"
 She slipped her hand through Jacks arm, and they sauntered toward the lake,
 Did you know,' she asked him, "that there's tradition about that little island out there in the middle of the lake-sce?'
 She pointed to bit of green that dotted the sparkling bue Well they say that any girl that takes there to get proposal You paddle out and draw your the bank And nobody to bother you The girls awfuly chvarous about it. There isn't kid college would espass for the world if there other girl the beach waiting for proposal As you get you withdraw. That's etquet you And it gives other g,rl a chance"
 Jack laughed And you're going to take me there?" he bantered Don't consider yourself engaged young Well kind off," she admitted "Only =. I'm awful shameless nd S, Jack ac want to get married you're talking about, Molly"
 Well" Molly ggged, well go out there anyhow and what happens
 There was moon that night A little bit of baby that threw dim and slvey light And there lot of refles that spakled with 10000 tiny golden gh,s
 The astronomy professor looked at the heavens and marked, "A perfect night to study the stars"
 But the professor getting old It was, preeminentl night for love.
 Jack and Molly padded about until it was dark eating sandwiches and playing Nolys small phonograph Molly took book from the picnic basket and read of Oscar Wildes By that time it dark and they drfted into the shadows that hugged the messy banks place is dated up for week..
 Jack drew the paddle into the and lay down be. side her He put his arm beneath her head and they lay quietly study Ing the stars
 "A student of astronomy committed suicide" remarked Jack And before he died he wrote letter ending with this quotation:
 What is it all but the trouble of ants
 In the light of million, million suns?
 Every tme l see heaven full of stars think of 1t. Don't they make you feel fearfuy small and unimporant, dear? And if finest dreams and deepest insignificant the frettngs of ants in the light of million, million suns'?'
 Molly claspad her hands beneath her head.
 "Oh mo- she said. q don't like feeling small. I'd lots rather feel important You know that grand thing Emerson wrote
 q am the owner of the sphere,
 Of the stars and the solar year.
 Of CaeSer's hand, and Plato's brain, Of Lord Christ's heart and Shakespeare's strain
 Jack laughed Feel pretty special, don't you?" he leased.
 Molly snugGled closer.
 Well" she confessed sometimes get off a grand strain and there's holding think I'd like to be great novelist playwright maybe. Or poet like Edna St. Vincent Nlay and write that sings and sparkes
 Jack whistled softly
 My gosh he asked land who's going to drop my eggs and bro bacon while you're writing this stuff that sings and spalkes?"
 Molly pushed him away and held her head from his shoulder
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