The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-06-29
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bakod potntoeB! NoWs when was that way, could never take anything but milk-- ,rs Celia sat back on her heels, lifting wide, wet, blue eyes to the little old lady in the wing chair.
 "You, Grandma? You don't mean that you ever felt the way 1 doy About . man2" Did I every" The little old lady laughed and smoothed her crumpl- cd skirt. Never mind me, child. It's you we want to consider now" I'm afraid there's not much to sat down on the cocktail stool, that Grandma would persist In calling n 'hassock." "He never cuts In on mo now. And whom l first met him, last Summer, in the Adirondacks, I thought he sort of l--well-liked me-"
 Last Summer--wasn't that be. fore you started wearing this ul- tramodern makeup--and tho rath. cd blase manner that goes with it?"
 "Yes. But what has that to do ---?"
 "Where does ho liver" "At Rosemount, That's another suburb, only about three miles from us. But he never comes over to see mo now, and whom we meet at parties, ho just doesn't seem to notice mo at all. Darn it, there's only ono thing loft fo rme to do-- toll him right out in 50 many words that love him" Grandma smiled. "And yet you young people today think that you arc 'sophiaticated!' Honest with nfen 'sophistioatedr Honest with men! My dear, dear child. it's 50 unnecessary"
 Well. I've tried everything but telling him"
 Grandma shook her head. "There's ono thing you haven't | tried 6"
 TT WAS DARK
 WHEN CELIA GOT HOME.
 It was dark by tho time Celia got home from 0randma's, Sho opened tho garage doors, but Hhe | dld not bother to turn on the lights. With q quick, supple turn of her wrist on tho wheel, shc stccrod her little azure and chro. mium roadster neatly an daurely Into It's own corner of tho two- car garage oven graxinv tho Scylla of the open doors, or tho Charybdis of her fathers big, closed Buick.
 Sho sat still for a moment in tho drivcr's seat. Sho was reused by something liko warm, furry cannon ball hurling itself upon her lap. Toby didn't look like q ladH's dog--ha had tho battered, diHsoluto appearance of tough, old prize. fighter. But he was Celia'B own, and the farmers, who lived n few miles beyond Greendale said that they were tho best rat.catching team in tho county.
 Az she fondled his scared ears, inspiration came and . slow, nly smile curved N her lips. A smile that Is as old as Woman.
 "weli, I want you to look at | Mothers Darling!'" whispered Mimi Drake to Sally Ciauson, whom Celia appeared at tho Dicksons' dance four days later. Mimi and Sally had been par. ticularly hard.hit by tho "sophis' tication" cpidcmie. This evening, Mimi was wearing a baokless, black satin. ureendale girls do not run to personal maids, and Mimi had not been entirely sue. cessfui in hor efforts Go roach the small of hor back with scrubblnR brush and powder puff. Sally waH in ilme.Rrccn tulle that would have boen effective in n pink and whito blonde. But Sally was dark and that acid grecn made hor snllow face, coated with Rachel Number Two powder, look almost jhundic. cd, while it gave her purple.red lipstick tho blue cast that comos to tho lips of tho dying.
 No wonder they stared at Celia. She was Awnthed in yards and yards of palo pink organdio .hc color of roBe-quartx, as becoming as n dciioato flush. Her shoulders wore enticIngly veiied, yet visible,