The Coolidge examiner., 1934-01-05

~ DID creatures, men. Odder
even than women, and one
can't say more than that.
Here was one, for instance, young,
good looking, and at the very top of
the tree. In Nice to find the sun,
he had found 1t. A mere small slip
of his body remained it's natural
white.
There on the beach he sat, how
ever, repeating over and over again.
in an attitude of one-piece calam-
ity, this calamity, this catastrophe
chant, "Desolate-life so gray and
desolate-wOmen and men in the
crowd meet and mingle-yet with
itself every soul stands single-deep
out Of sympathy moaning its moan
holding and having its brief ex-
altation-making its lonesome and
low misunderstanding its ter
rible conflict alone"
Unlike people who wear a halo
Of martyrdom in place of hat he
had a very good reason for repeat
ing these shattering things.
You see his name was Legg,
though when Nippy was placed in
front of 1t in any part of Great
Britain a disturbance took place
like that which futters a seismo-
graph when the earth has tummy
trouble.
This serious and despairing
young man filled the largest music
halls whenever he appeared.
Assisted by a girl who never
spoke a word and whose name was
Rosy Calf. these two had become
as well known and highly popular
as those great artists of our fathers
time.
But Rosy had fallen in love, de-
serted art for marriage, and left
him without a partner for his
turn.
He had discovered since then, to
his horror, that although there are
plenty of pretty girls there are few
with spontaneous laugh, and it was
essential that his partner break
into constant and ostensibly i'm
promptu outbursts at everything he
did.
His unsuccessful quest had driven
him to a doctor and afterwards to
Nice. There he was, on the verge
of nervous breakdown, facing the
end of an amazing career at the age
of twenty-nine.
A cultured man was he, who
loved the best words in their best
order, and so read poetry.
He had thousands of quotations
running in his mind. "Woes," he
said now, cluster: rare solitary
woes; they love a train; they tread
each others heels"
And in order to demonstrate the
truth of this the poor man fell in
love.
She, too, was always alone.
Not beautiful, she had something
infinitely better than that. She
dlffused an arresting charm. She
possessed an amusing nose, honest
eyes, a courageous chin; and there
was kindness in her mouth.
A man of quick decisions, Nippy
announced to himself that here at
last was Mrs. Nicholas Legg. But
all his attempts to speak to her
were persistently, politely and most
expertly repulsed.
In reply to his timid "Good-morn-
ing" there was merely a pleasant
nod.
"Mr. What's your name," she
seemed to say, 1--WE have not been
introduced. l am not to be picked
up on any kind of beach,"
1t was awful. 1t was catastro-
phic. 1t was unbelievable. AS day
by day went by it brought about an
endless caravan of utterly sleepless
nights. 1t made Nippy suffer from
deep disappointment and thoughts
of suicide. 1t smashed his plans of
married bliss in the villa of his
dreams. The Laurels," 1.-THE
Willows" or "Rosslyn Lodge" per-
haps.
He made up his mind to present
himself, defeated, at Cooks on the
first of June. His search for a
laugh must continue or he must
wind up his shattered career by
jumping off bridge.
AS for the cool. calm and charm
ing girl, he tried to agree with Ten
nyson. "Its better to have loved
and lost than never to have loved
at all. :" He wandered into
the town. Something happened
which broke his ceaseless quota
tions and almost made him scream.
Without the slightest warning he
was smacked on the back. The
smacker was Pat O'Callaghan, a
great friend of his.
Overwhelmed with gratitude at
being able at last to pour out his
soul to some one who saw him as
human being with the troubles of
his kind, he drew this man to a
vacant table on the terrace of the