Judge — June 28, 1913 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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aeW/HERE are you going, darling?’’ The quaver in Mrs. Flaxman’s voice betrayed the courage needed for the repetition of her question. An enormous black disk, from the outer rim of which pro- jected asoli- tary and murderously spiky feather, re- volved slowly on the threshold and partially disclosed the features of Miss Flaxman. “Excuse me,’’ quavered the mother, conscious of the debutan- te’s intolerance of questioning. ‘*I know I shouldn’t be curious. I want to remind you that the pho- tographer will be here at noon.”” “If I'm not here, tell him to wait; and tell Lucie to lay out ten of my simplest and most expen- sive frocks,’’ returned Miss Flax- man, with unusual leniency. ‘‘I don’t mind telling you—this once —that I'm going to Mrs. Ransome, to arrange the trouble between her husband and herself. He made himself so ridiculous over me last night I determined to put an end to it. It seems she is actually thinking of Reno! Ofcourse that wouldn’t do for me in my first season. Next year will be time enough for that sort of thing.’’ Miss Flaxman paused, hauled lan- guidly upon a silken cord, and drew a flimsy handkerchief from the miscellaneous interior of her recap- tured bag. Mrs. Flaxman mutely admired her condescension and sagacity. “I shall tell Mrs. Ransome,’ continued the debutante, snapping the gold bag clasp and playing out the silk cord, ‘‘that all she has to do now is to whistle. After last night, her husband's ears are pricked for the home voice.’’ “‘What would the world do without de- butantes?’’ sighed the mother. ‘*‘So cool —so level headed—so practical! You make me feel my ignorance and emotionalism."’ fel v ef ed af haf Kea The Up-to-the-minute Debutante Miss Flaxman smiled encouragingly. **No, no-—not that. You are not quite adjusted to modern conditions—that’s all. But you are so sensible about advice. It’s quite easy to help you. By the way, please have the dinner hour fixed for eight precisely. The night I dined ———— REFLECTING “* What gets my goat is that I took this trip for my health!" home last month it was announced at a quarter before. And send that brown dress back to Grox. She shouldn't have sold it to you. I told her you couldn't wear that shade, no matter how much you wanted to.'’ Sensitively desirous to avoid the disappointment in her mother’s face, Miss Flaxman turned to the dour. “By the way,’’ she volunteered over her shoulder, with a pretty and unusual ex- pansiveness, ‘‘I’m going to marry Billy Watkins. I'd like you and father to meet him some time.'’ Key Commack. Hee The Earth Was Suffering NOT Jong ago, when her father pur- chased a country place in Virgini: a little Washington girl was afforded her first experience of things rural. She rose very early and her eye was immediately caught by the sparkle of the dew on the grass. “Why, daddy,’? she observed, it’s hotter than I thought! See the graws all covered with persp' ration!"" The Pup The Glorious Fourth will soon be here, So I must “hit the tr: For, if I don’t, some ‘‘gink’’ will tie Firecrackers to my tail. Its Meaning “Papa,"’ asked little Lester Liv- ermore, he of the prying mind, “twhat does ‘nominal’ mean? “**In name only; not real,’ my son. For instance, the average ‘The Hon.’ is nominally honor- able.’” Fashion at the Shore “There’s no limit to women's ideas of fashion.” What's jarring you now?” Oh, I saw a girl on the beach to-day, and I’m a goat if she didn’t have the skirt of her bath- ing suit slashed A Base Hit “You talk about men!"’ ex- claimed the suffragette. ‘*What has man ever done for woman?" “He invented the ballot box,’’ came timidly from the rear of the hall. * The Latest Matrimony 2 “And their marriage \\ was such a love match! They even had moving pic- tures made of their wed- ding!"” . . And now she has gone to Reno they say, to acquire a residence?” “Yes; asix months’ interval to change the films.”” comicbooks.com |