The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-02-18
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 Life was never dull with GIN- GER ELLA TOLLIVETR around Whenever there was a threat of 1t Ginger got . new idca. This she suggestcd . Junior Country club to save the younger set of Red Thrush Iowa, from utter boredom. 1t was to be cxclusive-nO parents, no ba- bics. Accordingly Ginger, whose father was a minister but whose step mother, the former PHIL VAN DOORN, was both wealthy and inc duIgcnt, purchased the Mill Rush farm, . 1O-acre tract with an old house on 1t, which she proceeded, with the assistance of her friends to overhaul and furnish.
 Red Thrush seized the idea with enthusiasm. The younger set would paint Iowa nights . deep rose rcd. One day, while the rcha Utilization of the club house was going on, an ar- tist called at the TOlilver kitchen and offered to do a portrait of Gin- ger in exchange for meal. After he had shaved off his beard, Ginger found to her amaZcment that he was both young and good looking. And he had talent. He had studied in Paris, and his name was BARD HOLLOWAY.
 Ginger, never at a loss for ideas, thought it would be good one if Bard remained while in Kcti Thrush. She would sec that he got enough commissions for por- traits which would be better than hnhrtnD fhrnrDl. fTsp rnnnfry ansl h could do the mural decorations at the new club house. So, very clcv. erly, she got her stcpmothcr to pre- vail on Bard to accept an invitation to stay at the TOllivcrs', and with this accomplished she took him to Mill Rush and got him started on the decorations.
 Bard thought "Joic de Vivre" would be good name for the club. It was adopted. And he thought it would be splendid if they could . import NICOLO CALLENO from , Chicago. For NicOlO was handsome and he could cook and sing and !, strum q guitar. He would make q . picturesque addition to the club. So he sent for Nicolo. But on the morn- . ing of the opening dance there ar- rived at the TOllivcrs not one Latin 1, youth but what seemed an army of ; them. Little ANGELO was a mu- { sician and PIETRO could cook. And BENITO could sing. And how! Ni- colo could not come it seemed and . they had come in his place. 7 They would work for their board. ' So they were installed at the club. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 
 CHA pT,p WV Phil, tell me, what shall wear?" Ginger demanded. That gold gown is the most expensive thing I have, but is it the most be- scoming?"
 : "No, it isn't. And it is entirely too formal for dance like this. I would wear the ivory chiffon with your sapphire chain and bracelets"
 "Oh, but it is so-simple. It is just school girlish. It doesn't begin to live up to what it cost. The red one is much more striking" ,. Ut is not so becoming"
 "But the other girls will be so much-brighter.''
 'They will not be more attrac- tive" [ "Oh, dear" mourned Ginger.
 She carried the investigation further.
 < Father, which do look incest in the white dress or the red one?" 7 (Which white one do you mean?" 'The ivory one that Phil brought me from New York-the one I wear with the sapphires." < T don't seem to remember it," he said, frowningly anxious to assist with his very best judgment. What's the red one like?" "Oh, father, you must remember the red one-that trails just wee bit in the back"
 'I can't seem to place it," he ad- mitted.
 You come right upstairs" she said sternly.. You can't get out of this by quibbling. I'll try them on for you."
 She regaled him with a private showing: the gold gown, the red, the ivory white. He studied them all anxiously, drowning over the rim of his glasses.
 "They're just beautiful, every one of them," he decided cheerfully. What difference does it make which you wear when they're all so 'nice?"
 "Oh, father" she protested, 'it ference. Now look especially at one on again.
 Its very pretty" he smiled ap- proval. T like red"
 'Is it prettier than the white?" "Well, no, l can't say that it is any prettier."
 Well. is the white pretteir than the red?"
 Well, maybe in some ways it is. I like the blue bears."
 "Oh, dear!"
 "Why don't you ask Bard? He's an artist. He ought to be good judge of clothes"
 "Oh, father, I can't ask him. want to show him."
 That was entirely too deep for her father.
 But in the end, for her confidence in Phil was very great. Ginger got into the ivory white that melted at the throat into delicate lace that was like her own skin in it's velvety softness.
 She put the sapphire chain about her throat, slipped the bracelet upon her white arms, and put on her silken slippers with the high blue heels. And again and again she changed the arrangement of her hair, puffed it here, patted it there started all over again.
 DO I need more rouge, Phil?"
 "No, indeed, Ginger. You are just right. You have never been so lovely"
 My hair is terrible" mourned cinnor