The Washington times., 1930-12-26

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they're all naive, too. They'll
believe anything you tell EN-
that is, II its complimentary to
themselves"
You're crazy, Betty!"
IT am not!" Betty stretched
herself lazily like o great titan
cat. But I'm bored. I think
Cynthia might have asked .
few bright men to her house
party, instead Of the same old
gang. And think Fred might
have been more conSiderate
than to come down with the
grippe and leave me stranded
without any man whatsoever"
That's why you're off men,"
Grave darkhaired Alice spoke
to the fiery red-head, who
shared q room with her.
You're q child Of moods. Now
If Fred were here, everything
would be different"
Men wouldn't be less con"
ceited and naive. Look here,
Alice, I'm going to prove my
theory to you. I'll pick out the
least possible man at this Inn
possible house party. I'll choose
that cousin Of Cynthia's, Terry
Brown, that she had to ask
from politeneSS. He sits like a
bump on q log and never talks.
His hair grows straight UP like
q doormat. His mouth Is too
wide and his eyes are much
too narrow and he has freckles.
I'll make him believe he's
beautiful as AdoniS and clever
aS-aS Machiaveli. Further
more, I'll convince him that
he's irrestible to women. Watch
mel"
He Wouldn't Know
'That would be mean. Be.
sides, he'd know you were kid"
ding"
mo, he wouldn't. Don't you
see he'll have o grand week
end. I'll let him down easily
at the end. He won't ever
guess he's been strung along.
I'VE got to do something, Alice.
to keep from dying Of boredom.
He'll think he's such q WOW
that he'll make some poor girl
fall for him on the rebound"
I'YnII cnf1ceited little nriR."
That's not conceit, it's plain
sense. Come on down to
dinner, Alice. I'm sick Of sit
ting up here on the pretext Of
reading. Tonight we dance,
tomorrow morning we skate.
Just q jolly lot Of romping
with q bunch Of moronS."
why did you come If you
feel that way about Cynthia's
house parties?"
There would have been less
to do at home. Everything'S o
bore. Come on downstairs"
Terry Brown didn't fit into
his cousins party at her Lake
Winango cabin. He hadn't
wanted to come but his mother
insisted, since he was q stranger
in the town, that he was to
meet the young people" He
didn't like young people. All
girls looked alike to him. None
Of them ever gave him q Sec
Ond look, accentuating the un-
comfortable feeling he had Of
lacking all sex appeal. He pre-
tended defiantly to dislike all
= women. He stuck bravely to his
pretense until that Saturday
night dinner. The very pretty
red-heeaded girl was seated be-
side him. She was talking to
him, much more than to the
arrow-collar man on her left.
Her blue eyes shone merrily,
full Of mischief. Hey smile was
irresistible.
Terry Sticks Up
Terry was conscious Of strange
strings Of delight. He wished
that he had tried harder to
comb down his unrlly hair,
that he had thought longer be-
fore selecting o defiant tweed
suit instead Of the conventional
evening dress.
Terry didn't hear his aunt,
the hostess, until she had ad.
dressed him three times. He
was unconscious Of the litter Of
mirth running around the table
at his expense. He. only knew
that this red-headed vision had
singled him out for her atten-
ton. Her precocious, witty
chatter was doing something to
him, making Q new person Of