The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-06-17

CAuuy, utit1 4KAS saw balC PAO. AASAA there was nothing to it. She had to have a few lessons. She was terrible. Her slice was something out of mail order catalog, and her approach was awful. The pro- was 2S, Latin, dark and handsome. He was also cynical, and hard pushed for money.
 Bart paid, watching with seeth- ing illustration. He didn't like golf. He considered it silly, waste of time. Besides, it was hard work. And why pay out good hard earned money to work away at something you didn't like?
 "You go on back to the club house, darling,' Iris said several times, "if you don't want to watch. MT. Hess can help me-
 Bart stayed. Grimly, he stayed until the golf lessons were over. He disliked Mike Hess on principle alone, and he did not care for golf. Still as Iris pointed out later, what was a honeymoon, or a vacation either for that matter, if you could n't do any of the things you wanted to do?
 "All my life, darling, I've wanted to try a few golf lessons and see what could do with my game. Don't be an old stick-in-the-mud. All the girls at home, do. Marcia Trent and Judy Gallagher and Mary Pearce. They took lessons from the Country Club pro, and they're frightfully expensive. I'd never dream of taking any, if they were that extravagant.'
 Thinking of the $1O thrown to the far winds. Bart was silent. Perhaps Iris was right. Perhaps he didn't understand.
 But at the beach, when they went out to swim and sun-bathe, Iris was by far the loveliest lady present. Her thick powder blue wool suit, and brief little terry cloth cape, and the bright blue cap she tugged down snug over her platinum hair, snapping a narrow strip under her soft little chin, had half the smart resort beach watching her.
 It made Bart so proud, so enor- mously proud of his bride. Of knowing she was his wife, not just his girl. That this was their honey moon.
 They lay on the sand, sun-bath- ing and watching a lifeguard do stunt dives off the spring-board. Watching, Iris turned away after awhile and sighed. She was an excellent swimmer, but had never learned anything spectacular in diving.
 Want to try some of that stuff, honey?'
 Iris stared at him, startled. She swallowed carefully and sifted a slender handful of hot white sand over his lean wrist.
 You're kidding, Bart"
 Kidding nothing; you'd have them falling off the sand, at Ava lon Beach, back home, honey. And you could do that flip. You're quick at picking up things like that"
 Bart, darling, didn't you see the sign on the lifeguard stand? It says lessons, instruction by the hour, or to suit your purse. Diving extra"
 Sure, I know, honey. Go ahead
 Bart, he's just the same as a pro, don't you see? You'll have to pay him to teach me- She didn't add, land you'll hate that; you always hate paying for anything unless its absolute necessity" She was too enthralled over the pros pect of actually learning how to do one of those graceful, man on the flying trapeze trick dives. Ab- solutely no one at home knew how to do them. Not even Buddy Syl- vester, who was perfect seal, and could do almost anything in, on, or under water.
 Come on, honey. III bet you'll WOW 'em when we get back They spent $25 for diving lessons, and the pro was a peach. Married himself, he confided. The little wo- man was there with him. She work ed in the main dining room, and bossed five girls. He gave Bart a reduced rate because they were honeymooners, and because Bart's friendly interest moved him.
 "The wife would love to meet you folks, I'm sure,' he told them, when the lessons were over. Iris managed to execute an imperfect, but nonetheless fairly authentic single jack-knife dive.
 You're good, Mrs. Whitaker; you could be a pro. Only it's cinch you won't ever have to worry about working Iris explained to Bart, in their room, while they changed to normal clothes again.
 Just lifeguard, married to waitress. Bart. Nobody you could afford to cultivate
 Secretly, Bart was disappointed. He liked the ex-college boy, turned lifeguard to eke out summers existence. He liked the idle of the girl boSsing five girls