. "Wild women" : the romance of a flapper . eceiver. And Iturned to him, wondering what apology he hadto offer for bringing that Siren into my younglife, and he offered me—GOLD. Think ofthe Tragedy of it. GOLD, to soothe myaching heart! I could bear no more. Ispurned his bribe- -I thrust aside his out-stretched Gold and tore up the stairs to mySanctuary. Ah! Toots, I heard him call after me,Dont be bashful. Buy yourself some candy-youve done me a great favor. Think of the sting of it. Gold! Then, Woeadded to Insult, I saw him a little later slippingsister Mays Opera Cloak about her bare shoul-
. "Wild women" : the romance of a flapper . eceiver. And Iturned to him, wondering what apology he hadto offer for bringing that Siren into my younglife, and he offered me—GOLD. Think ofthe Tragedy of it. GOLD, to soothe myaching heart! I could bear no more. Ispurned his bribe- -I thrust aside his out-stretched Gold and tore up the stairs to mySanctuary. Ah! Toots, I heard him call after me,Dont be bashful. Buy yourself some candy-youve done me a great favor. Think of the sting of it. Gold! Then, Woeadded to Insult, I saw him a little later slippingsister Mays Opera Cloak about her bare shoul-ders--they were going to the theatre was the sacrifice that made it possible forthose two to find happiness in his Gold thatnight. 40 WILD WOMEN NOTE.—Having noticed the corrections inmy last essay on the word Vane misused, Itrust I have used it correctly this time. Also,having received a low-grade mark for the useof Slang, I wish to ask, How is one to distin-guish Slang from Forcible English? DANCING—AX ART ORAN ARTIFICE?. Troubles Black Mantel of Gloom. I was late getting home from school yes-terday evening and when I arrived at thedomicile, the Family was already at the supper-table. And the moment I entered the din-ing-room I knew Trouble had cast her blackmantel of Gloom over the place. Mother wassitting as stiff as a poker at the table and star-ing rigidly at the electric light. Sister Mayseyes were on her plate, but two telltale spots 41 42 WILD WOMEN of red glowed on her cheeks—it wasnt Rouge,it was suppressed Temper. I knew whatthese symptoms meant. Someone was goingto be sat on; something had gone I reviewed my actions for the day tosee if I had transgressed anywhere, but I foundmy conscience clear. I looked at brother Bill,wondering what he had done, but he was eat-ing peacefully and his ears were not red, so Iknew him to be exempt. Then I focused mysearching gaze on Father--he looked ill atease and I decided he was the guilty party.
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