The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-05-17

Il ment on the second reading.
Then for several minutes the dia-
log went something like this:
MY flower, my beautiful lily of
the fields that tolls not nor spins,
you are like a golden sunset, your
eyes are two bright stars set in a
deep azure heaven, your neck Is like
marble, finely chiseled, your
Mary Della: "JuSt a minute there;
you've recited enough poetry.
What's on your mind besides
slickum?"
Jimmy: "Ah, you would be cruel.
You would break my poor heart.
Pity me, dear lady of love, in my
moment of distress, I am over
come"
Mary Della: Maybe it's too close
in here. But if 1 understand you're
making love, what have you got to
offer besides a lot of jack and that
line of hooey you been spouting?"
Jimmy: What, indeed. What
but a heart full of devotion, my
own. All my life I will lie at your
feet, sweet one, seeking only to, keep
you happy At your feet, you beau
tiful gift from heaven, always at
your feet"
Mary Della: That's no sales ar
gument, big boy. My feet amt cold,
and if they was, collie or cat would
do the trick. What else you good
for?"
Now, just a minute" Brett
called from the center of the hall.
He turned to those sitting with chins
on the seat backs, their faces be-
traying suspense not justified by
the action on the stage.
Right there where Mary Della
says, What else you good for?' is
where you mattresses go in and
sing, 'Kippy, Happy, Kip and do
your dance. Now, here's the way
you enter, and take your places
on :"
Mary Della :. ?"
Eyes, Jimmy"
DRETT'S voice was like the drone
ID Of a great beetle far, far away.
II wish he'd let me talk to you
like 1 want to-"
How do you want to talk, Tim
my?"
Its not how; it's what I'd say to
you if you'd listen and know I
meant what I said"
Don't mind me, Jimmy. You're
a wealthy manufacturers son and
I'm only a fair-looker clocker.
What's on your mind?"
"It's in my heart, Mary Della.
What makes you treat me like
you do, Mary Della? I know
I sound like this bozo that's
supposed to be making love to you,
but mean it. You're the sweetest
girl in the world to me, Mary Della.
I've thought so since the first time
I laid eyes on you, and I'll always
think so. Gosh, you don't know
what I'd do for you, if I had a
chance"
well, you are the Romeo now,
aren't you, Jimmy? Oh, don't be
hurt. You know how this love stuff
hits me-"
"But-and you don't love me Just
little bit, Mary Della2'
She put both her hands on his.
You're brick, Jimmy" she whis-
pered; land right at this instant I
could love you without half trying. f"
A loud guffaw in the dim hall
caused them to look up suddenly.
What's he doing, Mary Della? ?"
Brett asked, ''practicing his lines?"
HE was just telling me-" Mary
Della answered, what a flathead
ziegfeld is for not having me in
the Follies."
Say" cried Brett, "he'S stealing
my stuff. But I'll tell you about it
later. Now, let's bring the chorus
into the roadhouse."
1T was late afternoon of the fol-
L lowing day that the C. E. called
the assistant city editor into exec
utive conference.
Charlie, I've got some informa-
ton thatll knock your hat off,"
Take it out of storage, then, I"
the assistant city editor coaxed.
Believe me, I need something to
bolster up my spirits. Things
around this burg certainly are fiat
right now"
The C. Z. packed his pipe and
lit it of.
We'll, I'll remind you of just
two things before I break it. You
remember the description of the
girl who went in the drug store for
an envelope?"
Il can almost see her"
Good And then. the yellow car
the police are locking for. Very
long. and very yellow"
I've seen a hundred that At in the
y