The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-06-19
buy SO much as a pair of stock

l buy so much as a par or s'ock-
 T see" He looked at the long rod running the length of the closet, packed with her lovely clothes.
 ''Theyre all new Iris" he sad known" Then suspicion laid cruel fingers at the throat of his req son, Are they all paid for, Iris?"
 Frightened, she shook her head.
 Mot quite all paid for, Bart" And when he was still, letting the awful import of that sink in, "Bart don't you under stand? I haven't done anything wrong, I've done no different than I've always done. I buy all my >hings this way. I always have. Since long before I met you. It . it's the only way girls who work like I do can have nice things"
 "Nice things. You had to have clothes fit for a society girl, on wages that were capable of buy- ing only a working girls wardrobe, Iris. You never told me. You didn't want me to know. All this time, you kept me from finding out" ."
 Bart, it isn't wrongl Just be- cause it isn't your way, doesn't make 1t wrong! There can be more than one right way of doing things-there is"
 Debts, time payments, budget books. Living beyond our means 50 far beyond we're paying for living three months ago in in- stallments, now. Running with g crowd of shallow, extravagant, spendthrift morons because you think it's smart, because you think they're smart"
 Bart, hush! They're conn ing Bart, you can't spoil my din- ner like thisl With an awful, stupid scene.
 He turned and walked out. Not tying his tie. Not taking hat, coat or anything. He walked past the Negleys coming in, and the Ham, monds coming down the hall and he didn't speak to any of them. Just nodded and kept on going. Like 8 man in 8 trance. Ho said. Like a drunk, simply glazed, Yolanda shrilled.
 "Bart's furious with me-" Iris explained brightly, her color a bit high, and her voice shrill, but we'll go right ahead"
 They did. They went through the perfect dinner Iris had assem- bled with the aid of Martha Lev wit, a little colored girl who cooked and cleaned by the hour. They laughed and joked and wise- cracked their way through SIP worth of wonderful dinner. Then nothing would do but Iris must come along with them to the club dance.
 "A poor deserted overtime widow like you" Yolanda shrilled mockingly, somebody's got to cheer the neglected wife up lit tie"
 "Yes, after all, Iris, if 1t was golf or a little quiet game with the boys, we could understand But business - phooey. Whatever does it get him? Business will be just as bad, no matter what any, one does about 1t. And you might as well have e little fun along the way"
 It was fun, too. Though Iris missed having Bart there, steady dependable, tl.e minute one of the others stopped dancing with her and went to look up his full time partner. Ho danced lot with her and he was 8 marvellous dancer. Only Ho believed his dancing was as good, if not better than Fred Astaire's. So it was somewhat of a strain, keeping up with his fancy innovations. It was almost like being a speciality dancer in a double team at a night club. Only much more tiring.
 Then Don Hammond got lit- tie tight and began telling her the woes of his much frustrated, mis- understood life. By the time Mar cia and John came to rescue her, Iris was convicned her evening was spoiled.
 At 12, when she said goodby to