The Washington times., 1931-12-23

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He saw her face framed with
the wide hat she was wearing.
Her eyes were soft blue, and
her cheeks were pink. He
noticed the absence Of cos
meticS. She needed no beauty
aids. Her cheeks were pink
with the excitement of youth.
Her skin was clear and smooth,
and several unruly curlS of
dark hair helped the framing
of her face.
A Lovely Kid
Mr.. Wheeler continued to
stare. She turned and went
on chatting with her compan.
ions.
Cad. she's lovely" he
thought as a strange feeling
went through him. This new
feeling irritated him a bit. He
snorted to himself and turned
to watch the pageant. But he
saw little of it. His eyes re-
turned to the girl as she stood
like a beautiful young nymph
in a pink glow.
His thoughts insisted on
talking to him.
II haven't felt this way for
years about a female. I wish
knew her. I wish had q
daughter like her. Cad, she's
lovely"
Then his thoughts turned to
his son who had always been
a fat boy, and to his wife who
wasn't we'll.
I'D like a chance to talk to
the young lady just to tell her
how lovely I think she is. I'd
like to take her little soft pink
fingertips and tell her that I
think she is beautiful. I'd like
to take her slim young body in
my arms and feel her close to
me. No, ! don't mean that. I
mean I'd like to tell her that
I wish she was my daughter.
Yes, that's it. I wish she was
my own daughter so I could
shield her from the cruel,
heartless world. and always
keep her young and soft and
pink and heavenly like she is
now."
AS he stood listening to his
thoughts, the ceremony of
throwing the caps ended, and
the released slaves were show
cred with confetti and Serpen-
tines by the audience as they
marched back and dispersed.
Mr.. Wheeler continued to
stare at the little pink lady as
she moved over to a large shin.
ing roadster. She sat herself
behind the wheel and as the
motor roared at starting she
turned with a smile and waved
her hand. Mr.. Wheeler smiled
back at her and returned the
hand wave, just as he realized
that she was waving to some
one behind him. He turned and
saw that it was his perspiring
son approaching on the run,
shouting, Hey, BabS! See you
at the 'Jamb' tonight"
The College Dance
Tech Hall was gayly dec
Grated with many colored bal
looms and waS crowded with
sophomores and their house
dates. The band was in fine
form. grooming soft melodies.
Fox trots followed waltzes and
vice versa. Fond parents sat
around the edge and watched
the festivities with sleepy eyes.
Mr.. Wheeler was with a
group composed of his son
and his friends and their
girls. He hadn't attempted to
dance. He just stood and
waited for the couples to re-
turn after each encore. The
group used him as a marker
to show where to come back
to. His dress collar rubbed his
Sunburned neck.
The young lady that had at
tracted his attention of the
morning was a member of the
group. He had been formally
introduced to her. Her name
was Barbara Porter. That is,
that's what it sounded like to
him when she was introduced.
She was again in pink: a
smoky pink evening gown, long
wasted with a full long skirt
ruffled tulle. Her soft dark
hair was evenly waved and
held in place by a wreath of
tiny pink rosebuds. The eve.
ming was at its height when
the band started a soft slow
waltz.
Hey, Dad" said Tubby, do
this waltz with Babs, will you?
I've got to go down to the
coop for Gigs"
I'D be pleased to, if the
young lady thinks she can
stand it," he replied.
But Tubby was gone.
why, Mr.. Wheeler. don't
say things like that. OF
course can stand it," said
BabS.
He held out his arms and
she Snuggled into them like a
kitten, and in his embarrass-
ment at her lack of it, he
started with the wrong foot
and there was a slight mix-up.
She giggled and he said, Il
beg your pardon"
Then he got into the waltz
time and they started around.
"Old faShioned?" she said.
Eyes, I suppose I am a bit
old fashioned"
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