The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-04-30

| IldIlOoOIIlC WLCdNA OA AASSAA o- denias, waiting their heavy per- fume all over the room. He looked miserable and timid.
 Joyce stood in the doorway, laughing. Don't ask me to dance now" she implored. T couldn't pass them with straight face"
 "He looks like a little fat Caes- ar," Dick laughed with her. "Or the sorrowful Buddah!' But it's so unworthy of the OHaras! expected her to be Cleopatra, or the Empress of all 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, T wouldn't have been surprised to see her carrying the hatchet of Carrie Nation. But you're 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 MT. 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 10-year -old boy at a circus. Captain Boyer passed by on his way to the bridge, but he did not come in. His job would come later, after mid- night, whe nhe must lead the com- mittee 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, loosening which slow ly translated itself into bulki- ness around the knees and length ening 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 he guided their steps slowly but surely to- ward the door.
 "Ill be waiting here for you" he promised, as sne hurried off, clutching her petticoats securely about her.
 Hurrying down the empty cor ridor, she collided with heavy figure backing out of one of the staterooms. She recognized the adipose Hawaiian princess, and automatically murmured a care less apology. But Mrs. O'Hara's eyes were still unfriendly and &C., cusing; she stalked back to the lounge as if indignant that she must walk the same corridors with other mortals.
 "The devil with her." Joyce thought lightly. T wonder if she still thinks I'm out to lure that gardenia-scented hoptoad of husband ."
 Five minutes later, securely tied and adjusted, she rejoined Dick.
 How about a little intermis- sion?" he suggested. T asked Dr. Gray and the chief officer to join us on the Lido deck for a bottle of champagne.
 They found the two men wait ing for them, and MT. Jones' face was still convulsed in spasm of laughter.
 Its unkind," Joyce accused them good-naturedly, insisting that we dress up and make fools of our selves just to give you good laugh. I wouldn't be at all surprised if it was you, MT. Jones, who made Hawaiian princess out of Mrs. OHara."
 He bent over again, holding his sides, and shrieked.
 Were not guilty of that" the doctor oSsured her. Its her own costume, I'm told. She spent last winter in Honolulu and she wants everybody to know it.
 Heaven forbid" Jones gasped, between chuckles, that she spend some other winter in Bali!" 
 They sat at a quiet table far astern, enjoying the cool night breeze, and listened to the chief officers exaggerated accounts of other Fancy Dress Balls and other counterparts of Mrs. O'Hara. Echoes of the music and gayety drifted back to them, but Joyce did not miss the dancing. MT. Jones was relating an amusing incident that had be- fallen one of the passengers at a masquerade some four or five crlliSeS nreYinnS You remember