The Washington times., 1931-12-18
HIGH SPEED GIRL
A Sensational Novel Of
PIeasure-Mad Youth
Chapter 1


cation as she juggled with a
cocktail shaker in the library
of her parents summer home
far down on Long Island on
an exquisite June evening, "is
bunk that's never cramped my
style, and never will! There's no
such thing today as love! It's
all hooey!"
"Is that so? And you so
young and beautiful" Knocked
Roger Sartoris in his suave
voice as he sprawled in a big
chair near the speaker and re-
garded her with lazy interest.
'That's what might be called a
sweeping statement. And what
do you substitute for love?"
Kick" responded the 19-
year-old Laurel tersely Tipping
some of the bright liquid into a
glass and slipping it in the man
ner of a connoisSeur. She made
a grimace. "Hell's bells! there's
certainly no kick to thiS!" and
with a dexterity born Of con-
siderable practice, she added a
liberal quota of Bacardi to the
main BODY.
"Drink, puppy, drink!'" She
handed her visitor a brimming
goblet on which was painted a
rampant rooster. "A hair of the
dog that's what you need
to clear away your hangover"
He did not raise himself an
inch from his recumbent po-
sition as he took the glass. Good
manners the small ameni-
ties of life were considered rather
rather bourgeois" in this swift
young crowd.
Here's howl" He drained it
at a gulp, while Laurel stood
for moment looking down on
him.
A Bright Line
want another?"
yep" She took his glass, re-
filled it. filled her own. They
drank together.
Continue the bright line, my
child. Occasionally an idea
trickles out. I'll say you've a
brain somewhere dormant in
you, Laurel."
About love?" asked she,
taking no offense at Rogers
'joshing.' PoliteneSs was de-
classee with the gang. and
really to have Roger here at
all (because of his reputation.
and the fact that at 20 he
had already had a couple Of di-
vorces, and was supposed to be
her girl-friend Imogen's prop
erty) was very flattering.
"Yep. Shoot. I want to hear
where your biggest kick comes
from? If loves definitely out
then I suppose it must be either
gin or rum?"
Aren't you rather confusing
the means with the end?" She
fingered on the qualifying ad-
verb, at the same time pulling
her most sophisticated trick,
fitting her chin as high as it
would go. a cryptic, Mona-Lisa
smile lowering provocatively
about her lips, and regarding
him through half closed lashes.
Most people do confuse the
means with the end. In fact,
the end fairly leaps at you be-
fore you've even had time to
decide the procedure" smirked
Roger.
Connected ass! You think as
easy as that the women fall
for you?"
"Sure, they do! Woman's
freedom is Gods greatest gift
to man, as one of your own sex
has just written"
How you hate yourself. But
don't flatter yourself that your
victims are in love with you'll"
Then 'tis my fatal sex-ap-
peal! D'you know, you've got a
good dash of Tt yourself. little
Sister?"
VVA 4AAWS
Laurel flushed under her
thick layer Of paint and pow
der. She wasn't out of her
teens yet. and, though she
wouldn't have confessed it for
worlds, often felt amid "the
gang" like helpless, direction.
less little cork bobbing about
on metaphorical ocean!
Where was she going? What
was it all about? To what end
the drinking and pettipg and
general whoopee-raising?
Eat, drink and be merry as
hell" was her friend Imogen's
slogan. which already had led
Laurel into strange byways
whose least unpleasant souvenir
was a sore head next morning.
But she wasn't going to be
faxed by such as Roger. She
toSSe her head-a pretty lit
tie head with a good deal Of
embryo gray matter in it, how
ever misdirected. Loves moth.
Ing but a biological urge" she
said, "and-according to the
pSychoanalysts once you've
got a things number-I mean,
dragg' it. up into the open
then you needn't be afraid of
It,"
Hal" Suddenly the man got
up. moving with a swift, fasci.
mating grace of panther. He
put his two hands on the girls
shoulders, slipping them cross
wise down behind her, and