Evening star., 1932-06-19

HAD just turned Maize over to the bird
who cut in on me, and was on the way to
join the stag line for few drags, when I
lamped this little femme sitting sort of
foriorn by the wall but trying to look
bright. the way they do.
Now I'm not ordinarily one of the Rollos Of
the Rescue Corps. because I'd learned that one
Good Deed Of that kind sometimes stuck you
for an evening, but this kid did not look such
a sad lost lamb that it began to seem q per-
Sonal matter to me. Her dress was the Not
Quite kind, and her hair wasn't done up ac-
cordnlg tc the latest devices, but she was kinda
sweet and decided to do something about it.
So drilled over to her and said:
How about stepping this one?"
She looked up, in the startled fawn manner
and said, IT beg your pardon?" soft voice.
but rather deep and rich
II was asking you If you'd care to dance this
with me?"
I'm afraid not" she said. you see, don't
know you"
Well. if it line it fast one. My
grandmother told me they used 1t when she
was girl, but this was 1882.
oh, don't let that bother you" I told her,
"this is club dance and we're all just one big
family"
Anyhow" she said, you've been drinking"
II certainly have" came back, land it must
have done more to me than I thought, be-
cause if I was sober I just wouldn't believe
excuse it please and Good NIGHT"
So went away from there.
THE little hick! Turning down the one and
only Stag at Eve who gave little doe his
attention. What if he had drunk his fill?
'5matter Of fact I'd only had a couple fingers
OF gin. Oh, well, that was absolutely that and
one more Of the Younger Generation had re-
signed from the Boy Scouts.
So by way of positively and completely rub
bng this incident out of my mind, left Mai1e
to anybody who wanted to look after her
which meant she wouldn't starve for compan-
ionship-and spent the next hour inquiring
around as to whom the prim little prig in the
blue dress might be.
Nobody in my own crowd had information
or ideas, so began on some of the middle aged
ladies who weren't playing bridge. They sort
Of passed me from hand to hand for awhile
until at last found out the girl was small
town niece of Mrs. Busby, who was bridge bat
and chairman of most of the town charities,
and who'd let her bridge lust overcome her
charity tonight and left the little piece to sit
by the wall and spin pretense of having a
good time.
didn't know Mrs. Busby, but my father did.
ard SO If chose to do anything further about
the situation knew my way from there.
About this time Maize began to miss some
thing and suddenly recalled that it was me, and
she and q loud mob of six or eight grabbed me
and declared the party was dying on its feet
and was to take the car and go to peppier
places. This being my third party in four days
I'd planned bed at Ia job needs some sleep.
now and then-but Maize wouldn't hear Of 1t.
SO the night before was the morning after
when got in.
Luckily the boss was out of town the next
morning, SO when slumped in at 10 o'clock,
still only about one-third awake, there was only
the stencg in the private Office to check up on
me. There was plenty work on my own desk
and started in bravely to clear it up.
THE next thing was a telephone ring and as
I climbed up out Of my mental fog hap
pened to notice it was AS by my desk clock.