Judge — July 24, 1915 — page 13: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE By J. aA. MUTABILITY OF WALDRON TL LLOK Jo HE Fallowfield Polo Club was trying out members for a match. Gerald Gillford and Harry Stanhope, chums in other matters, had all along been rivals for place on the team that was to play for the championship. On this day Gerald had invited Helen Worlick, his fiancée, to the club luncheon, and Harry had brought Maybelle Rolland, to whom he was engaged, to the same function. Helen and Maybelle rejoiced in that delighting stage of friendship which among women means a sharing of their dearest secrets, In social affairs these couples had formed a companionship that implied a thorough knowledge of one another. Their intimacy, in fact, sometimes led to confusion in the minds of observers as to just how they would eventually be paired matrimonially, and this in spite of definite announcements. The club luncheon was a joyous affair, of course, except that the club members who were in practice were very abstemious; and nothing censorious was even thought of Helen's and Maybelle’s indulgence in cigarettes at its close, or of Helen's asking for a second cigarette as she and Maybelle sauntered out to watch the exploits of Harry and Gerald on their ponies. “Wouldn't it be delightful, dear,’’ asked Helen, ‘if you and Harry and Gerald and I should be married at the same time?"’ **And go on the honeymoon together! Lovely!’ replied May- belle. ‘*Have you said anything to Gerald about it?"’ “‘The idea! Of course I never thought of it until this minute !"" “*We must do it. I'll ask Harry if you'll ask Gerald. It would be just ripping!"” “Oh! Oh! Look! They're playing fiercely!"’ cried Helen, all at once absorbed. ‘‘See Harry! What a great drive!"’ **But he missed the goal. Just missed it. And Gerald has the ball. What a backhand drive that was! Isn't it wonderful the way they ride?’’ As the game progressed, the young women were impartial in their exclamations of admiration. Harry and Gerald were playing like Indians, friendship being for the moment submerged. They led their respective teams in dash, daring and skill. “I wonder who'll win the place, dear,’’ ventured Helen. **Would you be angry or disappointed if Gerald should’’—— “What a silly you are! What should you and I care about the game?”’ “Well, I care about the game, because it excites me. And comicbooks.com