The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-08-12
North Dakota Campaign for New Settlers to Be Carried to Iowa Fair
They don't 60 to work-not II the
old man has money bags, they don't.
Well, what are they going to dot"

OAu man H&S money DASS, tHey 0On ts
Well, what are they going to do?"
Molly laughed.
Sind a forager," she predicted
Tightly.
Exactly" agreed Red. "And il
that amt hell, what is? It's degrad-
ing. that's what 1t Is. Nice girls-and
they're brought up to hunt q forager!
Molly old dear. it's a lucky girl that
can earn her own living"
But Molly was growing tired Of
Reds cynicisms.
"Oh, l don't know" she protested,
I'm beginning to lean toward old
fashioned romance. A man who loves
his wife wants to support her. It is a
privilege, q pleasure. and a pride.
Red grimaced. "Not only that" he
amended impiously, "but, IT'S more
blessed to give than to receive"
1T certainly u.s." agreed Molly.
The pleasure of giving is sweeter
than that Of receiving, and infinitely
more beneficial. Take my father and
mother. All their lives they've been
sacrificing for each other, and they're
the happiest people I know. Take
Jack and me. He's generous and noble.
And I'm so darn selfish and mer-
cenary-"
Lets not get personal" interposed
Red hastily. "Hey, look Molly-look
at the Yellow Peril over there!"
The Peril was a tremendous ON
in a yellow sun suit. She was dressed
like the slim young things, in a suit
without a back. And her flesh fell
in great loose waves, that ouiyered
like jelly.
"You ought to bring a jane like
that into the play. Touch Of comedy.
Well have to relieve the tragedy
somehow. How'd it be to introduce a
scene on Don Cesar beach,"
Molly watched the young people on
the beach with m~arveling interest.
She had heard so much Of the thing
called Sex Consciousness. Where
was it, this stalking. horrid Con.
seriousness that had the adult world
by the ears? Surely there was none
OF 1t among these beautiful, naked
pagans. These glorious boys and girls
who romped and swan, and rode the
waves like ~sun-tanned sprites.
There's a new YOUTH" she told
Red wisely, "and the oldsters don't
know it. Look at that girl-the one
in blue. There isn't enough material
in the suit she's wearing to make a
bandanna. And the boy with her
the n in trunks, without . jersey
did you ever see a finer looking boy
in your life?"
They had been racing in the water
tho girl in blue, and the boy in
trunks-and now, b~rcathlcss, they
had thrown themselves on the beach.
Il wonder" unused Molly, IF there
are middle-aged moralists anywhere
with rs little sex consciousness as
those two. Wearing q lot of clothes
and cultivating repressions doesn't do
much for morality. I think boys and
girls in sun suits are the sanest.
healthiest, beautifulest things in the
world"
snow, Molly!" Red laughed at her
earnestness. Don't turn proparan.
dist. You're all dated up to forget
this fine, clean youth you're hipped
on. You gotta bend your talents to a
swell, dirty play. Lay off writing
virtue now. and get busy on the mid
dle-aged SIM"
Her hotel was on the beach, and
Molly's room faced the ocean. She
found that she could have q swim,
and still work six hours q day, meet
ing Red for dinner, to 60 over with
him the result of her labors.
The play was almost finished when
Molly had a telegram from Bob. Rita's
baby had come. A little girl. She
weighed six pounds. and had long
black hair. Rita was feeling fine.
Molly showed the wire to Red.
II think I'd like 4 baby myself"
she sighed.
"Horsefeathers!" he retorted. "You
can't have everything. Hadn't you
rather have your name up in electric
lights?"
They were leaving that week for
New York, and Red had made an ap-
pointment for Molly to meet George
Durbin, the great producer.
(To BE Continued)