The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-02-11
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Life in the little town of Red1 Thrush, Iowa, was too uncxciting to suit GINGER ELLA TOLLIvER. so shc conceived the idea of organiz- ing . Junior Country club and thus saving the younger set from com. pIcte boredom. Accordingly she ar- ranged for the purchase of the Mill Rush farm, 1O-acrc tract with an old rambling house on it, and she ar- ranged with JENkY. BROOKS and her husband. blind BENNY BROOKS, 10 act ss chaI,erOns.
 Tho club was to be exclusive. No parents alIowcd-and no children. The motion was heartily seconded ny Gfnger's intimatcs, all of them leading spirits in Red ThrusI,-ED- and PATTY SEARS.
 The farm and farm house bought, Ginger proceeded with general Ovcrhauing in which all tho high school kids of Red Thursh enthusiastically assisted Furnishings were donated.
 It was agreed that the purpose was to have good time. And one day, while the reha bilitatiOn of the old house was going on, Gin ger was in the kitchen of her home making cookies, assisted by GOOBY, the cook, when stranger called. He was bearded and unpreposscssing looking, and he offered to do n sketch of the cook in exchange for a meal. Ginger deficd him to do sketch of her. Thinking Inc was an elderly man, she began to lecture him for his apparent lack of ambi- ton. But he was only g, and when he had shaved off his beard even Ginger could see he was attractive and he was an accomplished ar- fist, for he made q very fine draw ing of Ginger and then asked for the privilege of doing her in color some day.
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 Her breath in her throat, lips eagerly parted, Ginger bent over her drawing. There was her tilted chin, there her pouting pursed-up lips, and the sweep of the curly lash that shadowed but could not hide the glint of gold in blue.
 Look, Gooby!" she cried. Why 1t looks like me-almost!"
 Gooby looked and marveled
 Could you maybe then" sine be- gan dfffidently, make 8 picture look like that and look like me? me feed anybody any time whatso- ever and anything I like
 ''Tl have to see what I can do about that" he assented pleasantly. But in the meantime"
 He placed strong, long, sum burned hand upon his belt to indi- cate cavernous depths below.
 "Oh, hurry, Gooby!" cried Ginger The poor dear is hungry. It's just lovely. Make it a very good dinner. Gooby. Open a can of the branded peaches. Give him the rest of that cold chicken. Give him some of my fruit cookies. It's a lovely picture. Are you just going on and on-for ever-from house to house-from town to town? Don't you ever get tired?"
 He smiled across at her. "I haven't yet. It's really rare sport. On warm nights I roll up in my blankets and sleep out in the open under the stars. See the moon come up and then go down. See he night creep away and the dawn creep in. Hear the crickets say good. night and the robins good morning. Wake up with my face cool and damp and covered with wet night air. It's rare, I tell you. It's the only gen uine joie de vivre there is"
 He sat down gratefully to the bountiful repast the admiring Gooby had placed before himself to it in complete silence. Ginger looked on. There was a smoldering sha- dow in her eyes that meant busi- ness. but the artist did not know Ginger Ella.
 ..I got the idea from couple of college girls back east" he went on. "I was driving down with q chap from Boston to New York and they struck us for a lift They were hitch-hiking for the weekend. But they weren't broke They wore good clothes and had plenty of money. So we asked them what was the big idea anyhow and they said they stayed bottled up with chem istry and Greek for just so long and then they had to break loose for a private course in joie de vivre. I must say theJ were full of their subject
 Were they - prettyo" inquired SiH6cT NIlH Iildlhcu uHcODceIn.
 He stole glance at her averted face. T really didn't notice," he said. Tt was their spirit I liked. their joie de vivre. They taught me a lesson"
 Perhaps I should have gone to college after all,' said Ginger .houghtfully. But they don't teach joie de vivre at Wesleyan Just Bible history and English lltera- ture, etc cetera.''
 And Dependents, Detectives and
 Ginger interrupted him with light laugh. "Oh, please sine begged.
 He busied himself chcerfully with his food once more.
 Ginger fingered the cloth of the fable and glanced up at him occa- sionally with reflective eyes.
 Did nh you say you were going to stick around town for two