Evening star., 1934-01-28
By f: f. Rose
ONE OF THE STAR
MAGAZINES
FIRST-RUN STORIES
illustrated BY Douglas Ryan

~ precious young Se0ClcmAu Will
~ marcelled hair was conhdlng the
~ tale of his unrequited love into
megaphone. Sophisticated young
ladies with no backs to their 1rocks
closed their eyes and whispered that he was
"i,lst wunnerful," while their partners dis
solved in an ecstasy Of perspration. And In
dim corner Of the revels, under potted pam,
a great WEAKNESS descended on the soul OF
Grant Pollard.
The most depressing spectacle In the wofIo'
thought Grant A hundred and fifty good men
and true pursuing the eternal female ana ne
the only one who understood all about IT, a
hundred and fifty deluded souls, who didn't
know that trying to hold the affections OF
female was ike trying to carry water IN
sieve. Grant thanked his lucky star ior en-
rolling in that course OF sixteenth century
poets at the university. They, and not his con-
temporaries were his kindred spirits. Those
were the lads who knew.
Old Wyatt was one Of the boys VINO nad
understood:
once I haze seem them gentle. tame. and
meek,
That no,O are sOild and do not once re-
That sometimes they hare put Themselves
in danger,
10 take bread dt my hand. and no'0 thev
range
Bxsily seeking In continual change
Ianpuidly he extended one immaculateiy
shod foot and kicked the shin OF gentleman
who was dancing past him. The gentleman
stopped dancing It is scarcely necessary 70
point out that the gentlemans partner ~'o
stopped dancing.
Casey" said Grant Pollard, come and hold
my hand while die
1T isn't the punch is t?" demanded casey
Frightening up.
"It's obvious that it isn't the excitement" put
in Caseys partner. 1--WE been admiring that
noble, philosophical boredom OF yours AL
evening. I'd bet my shirt, only I'm not wearing
shirt this evening"" whispers the maiden,
blushing furiously, that you've been reading
Byron again"
Matilda" sighed Grant, you are an oaf
What Casey sees in you defeats me- Casey
come and hold my hand while die"
And why" asks Casey, should hoio
your fin when can hold Mats?"
Because If you'll help me stasger out
through that door far the window recess,
and if you'll help me look behind the CURTAIN
and if some unspeakabe lout hasn't already
discovered it, may have something in my
hand worth holding"
Mat" said Casey, go powder your nose
"Yes, sir" said Mat. land when will you be
needing me again, sir?'
THAT depends" Casey replied
'Very good, sir" said Miss Ogilvie, and within
90 seconds she was dancing with the one man
in the room who gave Casey the worst possible
pain in the neck
y /HATs that?" whispered Casey
w Somebody" replied the misanthropic
Mr. Pollard "has found the bottle and Is now
enjoying a crying jag"
who's there?" asked a mufned and fearful
feminine voice out Of the darkness
"Only us chickens" responded Grant dis
gustedly But Casey, who was not suffering
from extreme world-weariness, found 1t more
difficult to be callous toward dansel In dis
tress
whats the matter, wench?" he inquired
calamity.
replied.
.What about Tom and Harry" asked Grant.
II don't know who they are but they won't
either I'm q flop, and now Dicky won't ever
take me anywhere again. Not ever. Because
I'm a flop"
wen soon see" observed Grant, and
thumbed flame from his cigarette lighter.
"Cripes. woman" exclaimed Casey. And you
call yourself a flop?"
It is significant to say that Mr. Pollard was
no longer bored.
As for Casey he gazed on a pair Of cheeks
that, for all their being stained by tears, were
soft and warm as peaches in the sun, and all
at once Casey had an acute attack OF feeling
big -brotherish
"Going for Mat" he mumbled grufay, and
set off down the passage toward where the
precious young gentleman was still grooming
about losing his mamma.
"And now" demanded Grant Pollard, tell
me who you are, young woman, and why you
are dissolving in tears this way on the fringes
of the brawl."
.I'm Ann Butler. And I'm crying because
Dicky won't dance with me- No one win dance
with me, because TIM"
Lets not 60 into that again." put in Grant
SApd WI, asked vonp Miss Rutler