The Washington times., 1932-01-06
Feet Of ay'---Another Short Story
Or Love and Youth By
John Held, Jr.

AANNA ANFNAOSN bAAC HASNSOo CAAAN
parted it on the left. Then he
combed ii straight back, flat
to his head.
He attempted to view his pro-
file. He wasn't satisfied, so he
dampened his head and tried
the parting on the left once
more. He placed his open
hand on his head and pressed
hard. He held his hand there
for several minutes. While he
waited, he examined his tongue
in the mirror. He removed his
hand and observed the finger
wave that he had given himself.
This seemed to satisfy him. He
wiped the dampness from the
back of his neck with his room
mates clean bath towel, and
threw it on the floor and went
out of the room that he shared
with a member of his class.
For crying out loud! Have
MT you got any other record?"
he said.
Very Popular
His roommate had been play
ing the same record over and
over again on the wheeling
victrola since 4 o'clock.
II like it," was the answer.
Then put in a new needle"
"The needles all right. It's
just the records wearing down."
Il don't see what you see in
that tune"
That's all you know about
music. Listen to that sax in
the upper register. That's
sweet"
60 on and play till it
screams for help. I won't be
listening. Have I got date?"
Kendall repeated the last line
to the music, improvising the
lyric, Have I got a date" to
fit the tempo.
"Neck?" was the question.
''Not this one. This is a
woman, and when I say woman,
mean woman.
They all neck"
mot this woman; she's diff
ferent. No parking tonight.
I go to the house and meet
the folks. All you think col
lege is, is necking."
The college" referred to was
a prep school; college was a
nickname.
Hey, lay off my white
Shoes" said the roommate.
Are these yours?"
You know they're mine.
Yours are clean. 1t took me
half of vacation to get those
dirty"
Il wish I could get mine
dirty"
you can't fake it. You
have to age EN-"
"Unlatch the side door before
you hit the hay, will you? I
may be late"
Everything Fixed
Cali you have to do is rattle
the knob and the lock slips
back. I fixed it yesterday. I
may be late myself. The cars
fixed; I think I'll take the
trolley over to Dexter and try
it out tonight"
Students we're not allowed to
have motors at this school.
They got around the rule by
garaging their cars at the next
town.
When Kendall was dressed,
he went into the bathroom and
surveyed his hair once more;
as he came out he said: We'll,
I'm going. This is real date.
No kid stuff for me. I'm
calling on a woman"
Yeah, you said that BEFORE"
Ginger Bascom had taken
more care than usual with her
dressing. She had plucked her
eyebrows until only a thin line
of hair remained, and she was
wearing a brassiere-She had
no need for it-she had pur-
chased it secretly and kept it
hidden from her mother.
She was a little disappointed
when she answered the bell and
met Kendall. She had hoped
that he would wear evening
clothes. She ushered him into
the front room where father
was smoking his after-dinner
cigar.
Papa, I want you to meet
Mr.. Whiteman," said Ginger.
"Whittmore Is the name"
corrected Kendall.
Glad to see you, Mr.. Whit
more; don't mind Ginger's mis-
take. She takes after her
mother" said Mr.. Bascom.
"Oh. that's all right" said
Kendall.
IF you don't mind, I'll see
if mother is ready. I hope
you'll excuse us, Mr.. Whit
more. thought we would
drive over and see my brother"
said Mr.. Bascom.
"Oh. that's all right" said
Kendall.
well, good-by," said Mr.. BaS-
com as he left the room.
Quite at Home
What have you been doing
with yourself?" asked Kendall
as he surveyed the interior.
Then, choosing the most COM
fortable-looking piece of furni-
ture. he sank on the over
stuffed couch and put his feet
up on the cushions. He took
out a cigarette and tapped it
on the back of his hand.
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