Argosy (UK), January 1955 — page 84: what you’re looking at

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

an alt = + Dae Be ron Cars ~ ~~ s- P44 A is z A GOOD TIME WAS HAD... = aah ae 7 ‘ 7 oe « oe le <- i " d . + & ’ I must say I have enjoyed this party most rechaufiie I call it dont you Ethel Daisy AsHForD, The Young Visiters This was to be her first party. Tonight, the ceiling rose higher, the lounge extended tense and mysterious. Columns of trans- lucent tawny shadow stood between the orange shades of the lamps. ‘The gramophone stood open, a record on it, the arm ready to strike. Doris not seeing Portia, Doris elate and ghostly in a large winged cap passed through the lounge with trays. Out there at sea they might take this house for another lighted ship— and soon this magnetic room would be drawing people down the dark esplanade. Portia saw her partners with no faces: whoever she danced with, it would always be Eddie. Dickie came down in a dark blue pin-striped suit, and asked if she’d like to help him roll the carpet back. They had got as far as rolling back the settee when a sort of batlike fumbling was heard at the glass door, and Dickie stopped with a grunt to let in Cecil. “TI say,” Cecil said, “ I’m afraid I’ve come rather early.” ELIZABETH BOWEN, The Death of the Heart Waxing Wroth When guests are expected and dozens of chores Have got to be finished by six, Like polishing silver and cleaning the floors, And the whole of the dinner to fix, And setting the table and mopping the stair— My husband’s no shirker, by far. The work is infectious—you see him out there? He’s busily waxing the car! EveLyN AMuEDO Wapk, Help Wanted Rake’s Progress A little girl recited Casabianca, and another little girl We are Seven, and various children were induced to repeat hymns... I was then asked by Mrs. Brown’s maiden sister, a gushing lady in corkscrew curls, who led the revels, whether I also would not indulge them “ by repeating some sweet stanzas.” No one more ready than I. Without a moment’s hesitation, I stood forth, ‘and in a loud voice I began one of my favourite passages from Blair’s Grave. nil Aiea +, ‘ao "vi oaw Se baat a - comiclbooks.conm