The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-09-28
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I did not
4 hope you don't think"
1T isn't necessary when things
are so obvious
Then, as her eyes fell on the
handkerchief in his hand, her tone
changed. oh, she said in confu-
sion 1t is mine! How in the
world"
Color few to her face. She was
sure he was thinking that she had
invited this. resorted to the old trick.
She reached for the handkerchief,
and then laughed suddenly.
1rVOU we're silly" Bob said
L easily, falling into step. His
eyes leased.
Surely" he went on, "a young
woman with so much worldly expe-
rience as you have evidently had
keeping your head when all about
you men are losing theirs, as Kipling
would say"
rs all that e%xtravagant speech
necessary"
What I mean" Bob ignored the
remark, is that YOU should be able
70 distinguish between the kind Of
men who wouldn't try TO meet a nice
girl except through conventional
channels and '
Are there men like that2"
His V 2 glinted with humor. but
he concluded firmly. And the type
who would resort to masher meth
DDS"
They we're in the lobby now-and
the girl lifted her eyes to his
frankly.
We'll, as a matter-of-fact, 1
didn't think you were that kind. It
was rather a disappointment TO be-
lieve you might be for a moment.
But IL is my handkerchief and so
I'm sorry I was rude
rDON'T apologize" said Bob.
II You see, I don't deserve such
kindness. I took your handkerchief
from you as you we're leaving the
train"
You took my handkerchief
Amusement was in her eyes. L
think you are perfectly outrageous"
"Of course. But it seemed to be
the only way, if I were ever TO see
you again"
We'll, you WON'T
ooh, yes. I'll ring every doorbell
IN Memphis until I find you"
ours doesn't ring"
Then I'll raise the knocker."
Y The girl raised her eyes TO MS,
regarding him cody. She spoke
slowly: L think you are the most
absurd person I eve met and the
most conceited TO think that =
TIER voice broke. She turned and
II walked swiftly toward the stair.
Her ewes were shining. A girl with
blond hair. a big chap and a delicate
looking ~youngster were coming to
meet her.
"Joan!' It was a chorus from
the newcomers.
Pat. Bill, BENNY"
The blond girl was kissing her.
So her name was Joanl He was fol-
lowing, not too closely, when a voice
hailed him: Hi. there. Bob Wes-
toni Well. what do you know about
this? What are you doing in Mem
phis?"
Duke Turner
They shook hands.
Last person in the world I ever
expected to sect Say, Bob, wherere
you stopping? Can 1 put you up?'
Thanks, no.. I have a at
the hotel. But Id like to be with
YOU tomorrow. Say. Duke. wait a
minute. will you? There's a girl I
want to seer'
well. of course" Grinning.
Bob scanned the motor cars O
ing away from the curb, but the
quartet ne sought had disappeared.
Anything important asked
Duke. his eyes on Bob's sober face.
We'll, rather. Duke, do you know
q girl named JOan?'
Yes, of course
That makes it all right You
would know her
"Dumbelll I know a dozen JoanS
in Memphis. Well. at least a half
dozen. Joan Barker, Joan Richard
son"
she has gorgeous dark hair and
Wonderful blue eyes
"Umn. Joan Smith. the stenog-
rapher in the Office next to ours,
has black hair. but her eyes are
brown. Say, what size do you think
this town is anyway? Now, at
Princeton if you wanted to find
a Joan 1t would be a simple matter.
A dozen fellows could help you.
But really, Bob. I've grown serious
and gray in the three years since
we were at school and that sort