Evening star., 1938-10-09

nl2ht lesson. Eumpp-pn. lhlnkS am
superannuated old fool does he? Well, The
Perfect Hostess Patented Beverage Dis
penser may cure him of that
Young Bills eyebrows rose doubtfully.
is it really as good as all that? mean,"
he grinned. you know your weakness, Abbie
Every one of your propositions has been the
biggest, the greatest, the most outstanding
contribution to modern living -"
Shut up!' his mother commanded good
natmedly. Just remember that being chari
table towards other peoples little weaknesses
gets you farther than being smart aleck at
their expense. As matter of fact, the dis
penser is the biggest, the greatest. the most
outstanding - piece of tripe ever ran across
And I've run across some rare pieces in my
time, Willie
"A gag, eh?" Bill was frankly delighted.
AN object lesson" his mother corrected
him benignly. She smiled crookedly.
Hot slap! wish Jack was in town." Bill
patted the red hand. IF you need willing
eager stooge.' he began
Mrs. Abbie Tupper nodded placidly.
You're great comfort, Willie" she con-
fessed gently. Like an old corset. Or carpet
slippers. But think the gag, as you call it., will
take care of itself. Now give me cigarette
and tell the driver for Heavens sake to hurry"
Bill Tupper grinned at his sisters strategy
as he pushed Pamela Harlow's chair in toward
the table. Mrs. Abbie Tupper was at the far
end safely wedged between her two sons-in-
law. Jimmy continued to give the impression,
as he had through cocktails. of young man
who had just met and conquered a crisis.
Apparently Allan Pierce, Mrs. Tupper's other
son-in-law, was privy to the situation. He sat
over his fruit cup after the fashion of small
boy awaiting balloon ascension. Gloria was
chattering with nervous vivacity to MIR.
Harlow. Ethel was saying something in an
undertone to Jimmy. Apparently the cause
of all this was blandly unaware of any under
currents. Mrs. Tupper waded into the fruit
before her with gusto and determination.
Bill stared at her across the table. his grin
staying with him. 1t was beautiful table.
Two large silver candelabras shed soft radi-
ance upon Gloria's best crystal Christmas
gift from her mother in 1896. In the center
of the table. great bowl of snapdragons
added vivid patches OF color.
What's the joke"
Young Bill swung his eyes back to the girl
beside him. 1t was not a hard thing to do.
Mr. Purseglove Harlow might be a tall man
with a fat. sallow face and little trick of
keeping his bushy brows elevated in per-
petual question mark but his daughter re-
called for Young Bill the favorite expression
of college roommate, Il could kiss that girl
and roll over in my grave. She was slim, and
the smooth BROWNIES of her skin was beauti-
fully packaged in white. The tanned skin also
did things to her light blue eyes. Pleasant,
tingling things.
Bill forgot the question and the impending
balloon ascension. DO you believe in love at
first sight," he inquired earnestly.
The girl laughed. Her laugh also did
pleasant, tingling things Gloria smiled ap-
provingly down the table at their laughter.
"Of course. Especially if the man is the shy
inhibited sort who has to be drawn out
Young Bill gulped strawberry.
What a coincidence he murmured
ecstatically. This is Friday. Would Sunday
be too early to draw me out little further?
I'm old fashioned you know. A Sunday date
is different. It's more serious for one thing
Pamela thought so too, Life is so Short"
she agreed. "A-a Sunday date does get
young people down to the fundamentals
quicker, doesn't it, Your in the advertising