The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-04-26
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ties Every child who had beer
permitted to- remain up for this
qala evening was stiff but chat
frrino Charlie Mccarthy, without
j the subduing Bergen Influence.
] Look, quickly, l dare you!
] Dick whispered as they came IN
for the dancing. lover there,
across the ROOM"
j joyce looked. She saw the mn
perious Mrs. O'Hara coyly be-
decked in the grassy trimmings
of a Hula maiden-short straw
skirt. lowered lei, deep sun-tan
complexion. Her hair, which hung
in Eittenish curls to her should
ers. was held in place with fresh
pardenias. Dozens of the novelty
bracelets which the Kingston boys
had been selling on the wharf
adorned her fat arms and ankles.
In only one respect did she fail to
follow the traditional style. She
was not barefooted. Instead, she
wore high spiked-heel evening
Slippers, an homogeneous founda-
ZION for the ankle bracelets.
"She looks like a round fat
shredded wheat biscuit, with
strawberries on top" Dick grin
ned And look at the old man.
Lord, is he a picture for
Puck
Indeed. it was difficult to de-
cinher Mr.. O'Hara's characterize
ton. They assumed that he was
a Bow of the Islands, fitting part
ner TO his Sweet Lalanie wife. He
wore the flowery lei. But Mr..
O'Hara. for all his ventures from
the straight and narrow path of
temperance. was a modest man.
He did not expose his manly bos-
ON. Hawaiian style, to the stares
of the multitude. Instead he wore
a sort of Roman toga, perhaps the
foundation garment of the ancl-
ent kings of the South Pacific,
and across his shining bald head
he wore. not the worthy laurel,
but a handsome wreath of fresh
gardenias, waiting their heavy
perfume all over the room. He
looked miserable and timid.
Joyce stood in the doorway,
laughing. Don't ask me to dance
now" she implored. 81 couldn't
pass them with a straight face"
"He looks like little fat Caes-
ar" Dick laughed with her.
"Or the sorrowful Buddha. But
it's so unworthy of the O'Haras!
| expected her to be Cleopatra, or
the Empires of al 1.-The Russians.
Something in which she could do
credit to her diamonds and her
figure"
From the trouble she has with
the old man." Dick added, II
wouldn't have been surprised to
see her carrying the hatch@ of
Carrie Nation. But you've right;
she's certainly gone back to the
simple life tonight. Not a carat in
sight"
They went in and joined the
crowd. Dancing around the floor,
Joyce caught sight of several
ships officers standing out on
deck and observing them through
the window. DR.. Gray was there,
with Mr.. Jones, the chief officer,
both laughing their teeth loose.
No wonder the doctor insisted
that everybody should dress up;
he was having as much fun as a
l0-year-old boy at a circus. Cap
tain Boyer passed by on his way
to the bridge, but he did not come
in. His job would come later, aft
err midnight, when he must lead
the committee of judges to decide
the best costumes and award
prizes.
They had gone around the floor
twice when she was conscious of a
gradual loosening around her
waistline, a loosening which slow
ly translated itself into a bulki-
ness around the knees and
lengthening of skirts. She looked
down in sudden alarm.
Dick" she whispered, steer
me over toward the door. will
you? PriScilla's losing her hustle"
What? No safety pins" He
grasped her more firmly about the
waist, in an endeavor to hold the
costume. together, as ne guided
their steps slowly but surely to-
ward the door.
an be waiting here for YOU"
he promised, as she hurried off,