Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1933-08-17
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By GEORGE AIDE

~ NOE there was a Young Man
named Cyril Frappey who
~ prided himself on the Fact
that he never made a Show Of
British Nobleman, who can go through
an Explosion without shifting his
Monocle. He knew that Men would
secretly envy him and Beautiful Wom-
en- would eat out their Hearts for him
II he could ever be the calm, poised,
unruffled, unexcitable, superior and
patronizing Man Of the World. It was
q hefty Contract for one born in an
$500 House In ratty Suburb where
Vegetables were sold from Wagons
and there was no Social Life except
two Grass Tennis Courts Statistics
shew, however, that many Of our most
highgeared Aristocrats came from west
Of Pittsburgh, and a Wrist Watch win
at any one.
Mr.. Frappey didn't have any An
cestors whose Pictures he could pro-
duce. If he had secured the Pictures,
he wouldn't have dared to hang them
on the Wall. He didn't have any Crest
or Coat Of Arms, although he certain
~ was entitled to an Heraldic Device
showing Mushroom surrounded by
Icicles pendant.
he was just Hireling In a Bank,
with enough Property to fill Steamer
Trunk and a Bank account not yet
strong enough to stand alone, but he
had the lofty Manner of Caesar en-
tering Rome at the head Of his Le-
gions and he seemed to get away with
It
He 10 Sure to Rise.
In this Country, when a Lad Of
Lowly Birth keeps himself In a Con-
dition Of antiseptic Cleanliness and
COMFORTS himself with Dignity and
looks down at the Universe from
Heights above, he is sure to rise above
the Common Herd and finish either In
the Aisle of the Dress Goods Depart
ment or the Private ONCE Of some
phoney Development Proposition. Mr..
Frappey seemed cut out for Future
Greatness, because even the Stenog-
raphers admitted that he had the Hall
Mark Of Distinction, II that means
anything to you. In other words he
carried a Ton Of Swank and he had
no Pals. Trying to be Chummy with
Cyril would have been Just like Aft
ernoon Tea at the Morgue.
Our Hero specialized on the sup
preston Of all the common and fami-
liar Manifestations Of Human Weak
ness.
II he happened to be walking along
the Street and saw 80 or 100 Men
grouped In front Of Window watch
ing perfectly-developed Blonde DEM
onstrate frothy Washing Machine
he would elevate the old Chin and 60
straight ahead, without trying to
sneak a Flash.
The most exciting News in the Paper
never got him het up. If any one
started to talk Murder or Scandal or
Politics to him. he simply said I'm
deedT'-like that, you know, and In
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alone.
The Comic Strips never coaxed as
much as a Wrinkle out of this Eski-
mo. Sometimes he enjoyed the
Wheezes inwardly and wanted to bust
out but he had schooled himself BY
Spartan Methods and was determined
not to be Cheap and Vulgar. He was
sure a double Portion Of Frozen Pud-
ding.
Funerals bored him. He was an
noyed by the Presence Of so many
clammy Weepers.
Mr.. Frappey had mapped out for
himself a very strict and definite Pol
icy in regard to Wimmen. He had
observed that Sinking Lovers who
answer the Bell and run Errands and
are always Johnny-on-the-Spot enjoy
q kind of second-rate. domesticated
Popularity. the same as Boston Ter
riers, but the Maidens are yearning,
all the time, for some one who is
calm, superior and inscrutable, the
same as Lewis Stone In the Movies.