The Wilmington morning star., 1945-06-01


| views of Mr. Pegler, and often disagree
| with them much as many OF his read
ers. His articles serve the good purpose
| OF making peorle Think
By WEsTBROoE PEGLER
Copyright, 1945, BY King Features Syndicate
NEW YORK, A few days ago, while George
spelvin American. was shaving the face, the
bathroom door came open and the love in
terest leaned against the frame with h e
silliest expression and sort of clawing at her
neck where not to be any way nasty about it,
you understand, but just as matter Of frank
ness, there is beginning to be little loose
pelt like a junior dew-lap.
INV ideal" Mrs Spelvin said, in curl
ous feathery way
whats the matter with you?'' Mr.. Spelvin
for. anyway"
Il am pouring out my love- the old lady
said, That was a rapturous sigh. I am de-
vouriny You with my eyes and am entranc-
ed by the ripple of yorr muscles beneath
the satin of your skin"
Your interest is much appreciated" Mr..
Spevin said, but what about scuffling some
eggs together or I will be late for work.
DO l make your pulses throb in y r
temples like the blows Of tiny hammers?"
She continued. Are your veins rivers of fire
at the present moment and do you see little
mischievous imps dancing in the dark cres-
cents of my eyes which shaded wi t h
mystery behind my upcurling lashes?''
Frankly. feel all right" old George said.
| and my pulse is doing about the regular
rs and l haven't seen anything wrong with
your eyes and what is the idea of paving
the neck like that? Does anything hurt?''
NO she said. THE long, slender white
ness of my fingers is playing pensively at
the graceful ivory column of my throat and
II just wonder if you are seized with mad,
wild desire to crush me to you and bury
your face in the intoxicating loneliness of my
tumbled golden tresses and breathe the de-
licious fragrance of my being. Are you, papa?''
Mrs So he said, .1t is now a quarter
to eight and your loyal breadwinner is due
to pull on those black sateen sleeves and the
green visor and climb up on the high stool
and start adding and subtracting numerals in
Just As minutes, so if you will please be so
kind as to kindly desist from this make-be-
lieve why think that would be very practical
because after all, life is not just a dream
world of moving pictures and you add up to
| a fair sort of journeyman mama but, still,
this isn't a magazine serial and you aren't
just something that some bilious old ostrich
made up out of her head and I am not a
descriptive paragraph at $3.50 a word. So
suppose you wrap the slender wilderness Of
your fingers around the handle of that
skillet and scramble me three and I will
eyes, Mrs. Spelvin said "And as you
leave for your work I will furtively part the
curtains and watch you 60 down the walk with
1.-the, eager, half running steps and my
heart will whisper"
| Well, SO it just happened that same day
during lunch Spelvin fell in with Oh d
friend from way back in grammar school and
this guy turned out to be in the advertising
business for a magazine and he invited the
Spelvins to come to brawl the next evening
where the magazine was promoting a new
novel by famous lady expert on lntoXicat-
ing loneliness and tiny hammers in the tenn.
pies. So Mrs. Spelvin went down to the store
and got a special paint job done and dressed
up like something out of the Stork club ano
| they went to this apartment and Mrs. Spell
vim was kind of floored to discover that the
love expert was up around somewhere be-
tween, say 40 to So, and somewhat baggy
herself, and, for all her expert knowledge
we'll she had had five husbands and at this
time there was big, handsome dumb body
| Job hanging around, showing drinks at her
and calling her Peaches and the old girl was
telling all about the fights she had had with
editors and movie directors and actors and
helling and damning pretty generally. 1t turn
| ed out JnaC people IN real lie just Qon TALK
and act the way they do in the stories SO
if an author isn't careful why the first thing
you know they have got you writing about
SO many Spelvins and the men are getting
pot-bellied and the girls haven't got tumbed
golden tresses at all but ropey-looking snarls
and the Spelvins don't want to pay h e i r
money to read about themselves or see them
selves in the pictures so you have to watch
the product all the time.
| And along toward midnight the body-job
spattered part of drink on the old babe
and she let loose with lot of yells about
dumb stumbling louses instead of ripping
muscles under a satin skin and 1.-THE, eager,
half running steps and so when the Spell
wins got home, the old man said, ''You seem
to be cured of that little trouble that you were
having with your breathing the other day
that you called your rapturous sigh
IT will settle for Spelvin,'' the old lady
said, and he said, Remind me one day soor
to crush you to me, drugged to reckless &c
stasy by the fragrance of your being
Il -V
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