Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1929-01-03

But the idea stElkcd through her
mind. She couldn't throw of the
growing suspicion that Larry must
be involved, after all.
The chief topic 81 the dinner table
wa5 Jack.
oh. why do men With a grain Of
scnse 90 these tEinssl' walled Byrd.
Always the temptation Of getting
rich quick said Chct. ITS the bot
tom of every slightly questionable
venture
Now, III you're going To spoil my
things poutcd lIny, I'm going ~
bed.
This rs some dinner. Tiny. said
Chef, with = mammoth chunk Of
peach cobbler topped with whipped
cream poised on the end Of his fors.
Pat runs what | call The Dairy
Lunch Counter al our house. Her
idea OF n filling meal is a glass Of
milk and fried egg or a glass of
milk and poached eggs or a glass or
milk and"
"Oh YOU potato chip I'LL fix you
for that! ana a minute Pat had
both hands in Chefs sa~ndy-cclorcd
hair. Say you're sorry!
Sorry" he said, removing her two
little fists. And long may she
wave"
They went into the living room for
after dinner coffee.
This Is the only thing that Fred
wont Get used 70, giggled Tiny.
Bring mine IN > pint measure ar
the cocktail shaker Fred directed
the maid.
Listen every body" tv Uttered Tiny.
we're giving : fancy dress party "
week from Saturday night. Went
it bc too cute fer anything
Fred's three chins cuivered like
little mounds Of Jelly suddenly be
tod WAIVER between approval and dis
approval.
did you say We. Creampuff? he
more fool things TO DO than any
woman | ever knew"
But everybody knew that Fred
might object for a little while, but
not e.. rlong.
But what IN the devil viii !
wear he demanded 10 know, help
lcssly.
His face showed a cCmicsl be-
vildcrment.
with your figure, Fred" laughed
Chct, you'll have the choice Of all
the fat parts"
IA Roman senator" chuckled Fred
already enthusiastic. "Ore Of those
toEss ought to drape itself nicely
over my stomach. And | could carry
You're getting carly Roris mixed
up with the Zicsfeld FolIes.'
laughed Byrd.
I've got the ~grandest idea Tor my
costume trilled Tiny Its gong to
be q surprise
This "A the closed season against
Little Bo-Peers',' said Fred. even
though you'll argue that you've got
a perfectly good costume put away
somewhere in mothbslls. The last
time you wore IL, they said. Little
Bo-Peep has lost her SHAPED And
MY eve. that little pancake you wore
over one eye. And you dragged along
on a string a toy sheep over which
ono unfortunate gentleman fell
Here Fred whispered loudly TO Chet,
And for no other reason"
Which reminded Chef or another
one and to avoid tho consequent cml-
barrassment, the girls decided to 70
up to the storeroom. where Tiny
said there were plenty OF costumes
for everybody.
Il think it's going to be = scrump-
tious party" said Pat, cXcitedly, as
Tiny told them her plans.
On the way home Chef drew his
car up at the curb where a cross
town line intersected Euclid emu
A Re wscattered newsboys were gath
cred at one corne playing penny
ante, while the Bulldog edition" Of
the morning paper was standing IN
disordorly piles against the building.
Lets see what the morning
papers got TO say" said Chef,
vhistling for p newsboy.
The arc light above them threw
enough light so he could sec 10 read
even the small print.
Chef started 70 read the article
aloud.
"t.'s practically the same ,tory
eycapt that there's more detail he
remarked. He glanced on through
the article and Byrd had a feeling
that he was deliberately emitting
something.
You're net lssvins something