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KA-CHOO! (Continued from last issue) 4 'Oh, but I thought you were quite charming racing down the stairs like that, and I enn’t get over your husky voice" So they talked, until the moon hung high in the heavens. At last, when Harvey was leaving, he said, ‘ 4 l shan't be by to see you for several days, Marye. My business calls me to Boston." But more than business had called him to Boston. For he had resolved to change the setting of the ring for one more becoming to the ravishing Marye he had discovered that night- So while the good-nights were be ing said, he was thinking about the ring and she was thinking about her cold. Naturally both were rather ab sent-minded. The next day Marve sallied forth to secure some medicine for her cold. The day was fair and beautiful. Spring was in the air, and spring was in her heart. She walked along joyously, re joicing in living, joyous in the budding trees, glad because of the spicy weath er, on tiptoe with the fire of health. She was the animated girl of the night before—a girl to attract attention any where. Having finished her shopping—a small bottle of extremely nice-smelling, and nice-tasting stuff—Mary o dropped into a popular tea room for lunch. A group of gay, shrieking girls soon join ed he r and bits of gossip flung back and forth “'Say, Marye, you didn’t know you had a rival, did you?" “Oh, I supposed I had a half-a-doz en, Harvey’s so popular. Who’s in the game now?" 44 0 h, your namesake! A girl by the name of Marye has moved to Boston and they tell me she’s some limelighter. But the important thing is that Har vey’s fell fo r her. I’ve heard from a good hi urce that he’s been to see her several times-" “Tho cat!" thought Marye. “She’s making about half of it up." But aloud she said, “Let em go- She can have ’im." Nor was she much troubled about the conversation as she made her way homeward in the golden light of an early spring afternoon- In fact, she was still happy and she had no fore bodings of any evil to come, even though Harvey had gone off to Boston rather suddenly. Passing by one of the city apart ment houses she decided, “I’ll run in and soe Maggie awhile. 1 haven’t seen her for a long time ami she always has something interesting to say." She entered tho long, main hall of the house, and glanced about- Mag gie’s apartment was at the end of the hall, she remembered. Here on the right lived that immensely funny lit tle minister, who, Harvey had always declared, should marry him—if he ever got married. Marye smiled, wondering why he hadn’t asked her last niglit. Perhaps he thought a cold and sneezes were too unromantic. Well, she’d be well when h e earn© back and then, and then—she gave a blissful sigh. Without knocking she went in the small ante-room of her friend’s living quarters and stopped at tho sound of voices. Undeniably, it was the voice of the little minister as Harvey had described to her, high, thin, and pip ing. 4 4 Do you take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife!" “I do," Harvey’s voice answered! What in the world was happening? Marye clutched the doorpost for sup port- “Do you take this man to be your lawful wedded husband?" “I do," a slightly husky voice re plied. “I then pronounce you man and wife." “Oh, Marye!" Harvey’s voice trembling with emotion wus rather thin and high. But then, he had always told her that his feelings affected him like that. “And then to her listening ears came the echo of a resounding smack- She could stand no more. Stumbling blindly from the building she ran home. Avoiding her mother she flew to her room, locked the door, und flung her self on the bod “Oh, 1 can see it all now!" she wept. “The brute, to deceive me so; coming to see me just because ni} name is Marye, and my voice is husky sometimes. Ugh! I’ll take medicine ’till 1 die ’fore I’ll ever lot my voice get husky again, like that girl' that he’s gone and m-m-married. 80-o-oo ho-00-o. ’ Nh( lay there a long time, thinking over all her associations with Harvey. How often business had taken him off to Boston! She could see him laughing at how easily she had been fooled- How complimented slio had been when he praised her blonde and grey eyes. Yes, naturally, for like as not that other Mayre had much prettier hair and eyes than she. “Oti, how could I have let him de lude me so?" she wailed, time and time again, boating the pillow with her fists. Marvo did not go down to supper that night. When her mother came to the door she sent her away with the excuse of a headache. “Yes, it is a headache and a heart ache, too, if I am not mistaken," she thought. The next morning Marye arose, pre pared to be a martyr to the cause. iHhe bathed her swollen eyes; she rub bed her throbbing head; she brushed her beautiful hair. Thon, arraying herself in her most becoming morning gown, she went down to breakfast. Indeed, and she would show Harvey Martin that she wouldn’t pine for him! She attacked her cereal viciously, but alas! ’twould not go dwon, so she paused, spoon in air, to liston to what her mother was saying. “Maiye, Harvey called this morn ing and said he would be back tonight and for you to be sure to wait for him. I said you would be here. Was that all right?" Marye was silent for a moment. What would be best? Then suddenly she decided. “Yos, mother, that was all right." Yes it was all right, thought she- She’s treat him exactly as if nothing had happened,—except that she would give him down the country when he confessed —Or she’d do something to him anyway. Of course he would con fess, darn him. That night a girl stood at the top of the staircase, as if loath to leave her perfect setting. This girl was also a personification of animation except, as she danced down the stairs, her nose did not burst into animation, for the contents of the little bottle bad the desired effect. So she danced down the stairs smiling—smiling, but her heart was a heart of lead. Her lover waiting at the bottom of tho stairs, caught her in his arms and kissed her. “Oh, how dare you?" rtried the horrified Marye. The idea, and him a married man. But before he bad time to answer, they heard a muffled voice say: “Oh, boy, T got it then." “Robert!" cried Marye- Harvey laughed heartily and dragged Marve down on the stops beside him. "Did you know that the little preacher lias moved into Maggie s apartment?" he asked. “Well, I ought to!" “Why, did vou r mother tell you about Robert?" “No, what about Robert?" “Why he has been taking elocution from the little preacher. Robert has a wedding scene to learn, and be in sisted on substituting our names in it so lie could say it with more expression. That’s why he wanted to see us kiss. I saw the iittlo preacher in Boston yes terday and —" “Yesterday?" 4 ‘Yes, why?" “Oh, I thought I saw him here yes terday." 44 Well, anyway, he said Robert had the key to his apartment, so he could practice there. He practiced yesterday afternoon while Rev. Smiles was in Boston." Marye turned white, stood up, sway ing. “Ob! oh!" she cried. 44 1 believe THE WEST GEORGIAN SERIOUS SAL (This is anew department in our paper. If you like it, let us know; if you have any puzzling questions con n,ruing your affairs of tho heart, Se rious Hal will be glad to help you the best she can.) Dear Sal: I am a blonde who goes to West Georgia who gees with another blond at West Georgia. I am very much in lov e with him, but be doesn’t respond us I desire him to- Please advise me what to do because I truly love him. BLUE EVES. Dear Blue Eyes: Don’t get blue. You are probably just infatuated with this wonderful blond and this notion will pass in a few weeks. Don’t lose any beauty sleep over him and don’t let him sus pect how you feel about him. SERIOUS SAL. Dear Serious Sal: My girl has lost interest in me. Please, dear Serious Sal, tell me what to do. How can I get her ba<'k? I must have her love or I shall surely go mad- POSSESSED. My Doar Possessed: Suppose you try a little indifference for a change. It should work wonders. Don’t let the young lady be too sure of you and you ’ll soon find her at your hoels. A little competition might help also. Let her know that she is not. the only pebble on the beach. SERIOUS SAL. Dear Serious Sal: I am a co-ed at West Georgie Col lege. I am sixteen years old. Now don’t tell me that I am too young to know the meaning of love, for I am sure that I can nover love any other. Sal, I am in love with my professor and I fear that my affection is not returned. This is not just an infat uation as you may think. It is the real thing. Even when h e smiles at me, I forget what I was thinking about. How can I win his love? Don’t tell me to forget him, for that is an impossibility. Anxiously waiting, A Broken-hearted Freshman. M’y Dear Little Broken-hearted Fresh man: You must remember that a professor could not be expected to return your affections. He probably has a sweet heart like you in every class and prob ably has his life-mate already picked out. Just put your mind on your work and he will come nearer to noticing you and your intelligence than he will if you merely sit and moon away your time at him. SERIOUS SAL. Dear Serious Sal: I am a girl seventeen years old, very boautiful (my friends say), but [ am not the least bit conceited. I am in love, but I am afraid HE does not car e for me. I have had a few dates with him and he tells me he loves me, but in every other way, he doesn’t show it. Please tell me how I can make him show his love for me. All the girls think that he is just playing with me. WORRIED. Dear Worried: Well, Worried, you seem to be use lessly worried about nothing. If 1 were you, I wouldn’t worry. If he says he loves you, perhaps he does, because there are a good many people who can love but cannot express it except in woids. Don’t worry about it; don’t give him all of your time or you will be more worried. SERIOUS SAL. Dear Serious Sal: I have heard’ a great deal of talk concerning your ability to untangle puzzles. I hope you can untangle this one for me- I have been dating a town girl about all the year. She is very nice to me, invites me to her I’m going to faint!" Harvey jumped toward her, and was about to catch her falling figure in his arms when— “Ka-choo!" went the nose. HUMOR Life—just one darn thing after an other- Love —just two darn things after each other. Druggist—“ Yes, I applied for a boy. You look to bo about what I need- Do you smoke?" Tiny Mite —“No thanks, but I’ll take an ice-cream soda if you don’t mind." Kelly-- 44 W’omeu are fools to marry.’’ Brown—“ Yes, but what else is there for men to marry?" Houseworth—“Gotta match?" Platt—"Sure." H. H. —‘Gimme a cigarette." Platt—"Want me to light it for you?" H. H. —"If you don’t mind." Platt —"How you fixed for spit tin’?" FLEAS I think that I shall never see A poem clever as a flea— A flea who burrows day and night Avoiding Bowser’s scratch and bite; A flea that clinches with its feet And chews off hunks of tender meat; A flea that may in season hatch A batch of eggs on Bowser’s patch; Upon whose head with every breath There hangs the chance of instant death; Poems are made by fools like me— Takes more than a fool to catch a flea. Dickey—" Tom, she certainly gave you a dirty look." Harding—" Who?" Dickey—" Mother Nature." Chick—" Well, I got a big load off my shoulders.’’ Driver—“ What did you do—-wash your neck?" Modern Geometry Proposition—You love mo because I love you. Hypothesis—l love you. Proof— I. I love you (given.) 2. All the world loves a lover (axiom). 3. You are of the world and all the world to me (conceded). 4. Therefore: You love me. Q.E.D. Hay— ‘ 4 Now, suga r— ’ ’ Florence (excitedly) “Yes?" Ock — 4 4 Certainly goes well with coffee-" home, and takes me for rides. I have fallen, however, for a nice girl and have decided to date her. I am afraid the other girl will not understand. Please give me some sound advice as I am in misery. ICKEY J. TEMPLE. Dear Ickey J-: Since you have fallen so hard for the new girl and feel that complica tions will arise, give them both a thrill- Be nice to both of them and gradually drop the first girl if you still think you care no more for her. There is no reason why you shouldn’t be friendly w’ith both of them, for you are too young to settle down with one girl, aren’t you? SERIOUS SAL. Dear Serious Sal: Oh, please help me! lam a fresh man at West Georgia in love with a blonde. I am also a blonde. lam afraid that soon I will be just another blonde to him, because I am a town girl and it is a long way to walk to my house. What ,can I do? JUSTINA QUANDARY. Dear Justina Quandary: Don’t be too serious about this af fair, because he may be just another blonde to you in a few weeks- If you can’t move nearer the school, you might meet him in the evenings at the movie instead of letting him walk to your house (that is, if you have a pass to the show.) Try not to limit your affections to one boy. SERIOUS SAL. Cook—" Dear, I implore you t let me kiss you just once, I never kissed a girl in my life." Ruby—" What do you think I am— an experiment station?" Watson —"W T hy do some people pre fer cemetery to graveyard?" Frances Brock—"lt doesn’t sound so dead." Dr. Boyd (after long winded dis cussion) —“Now- we have X equals O’’ Newman —“All that work for noth ing. ’ > There w r as an old fisher named Fisher Who fished on the edge of a fissure; Till a fish with a grin Pulled Fisher in. Now they’re fishing the fissure for Fisher. Watson—“ What are the main char acteristics of a wild thyme?" M. McGee—“l don’t know, sir; I’ve never done anything wild." Cansler —“Can you spell avoid?" Rabbi—" 4 Sure. What’s the void?’’ Green—“Vhat do you expect to be w’hen you are of age?" Weaver — 4 4 Twenty-one. ’ ’ Rev. Towns—“Upshaw, why don’t you ever attend a house of worship?" Davis—“jl’m on my way to her house now-’’ Cowan—“How much preparation did you put on your psychology lesson?" L. Arnold— 44 Thirty minutes." Cowan—"l thought it must have been fifteen." Ovid Davis —“What does your son do?" Farmer —“He’s a bootblack in the city." O. D.—“Oh, I see- You make hay while th e son shines.’’ Pedestrian—“ You just missed me.’’ Fisher—Well, stand still and I’ll try again- ’ ’ What’s the matter with Grady?— He’s suffering from high blonde pres sure. J. D. McConnell has to sleep a long time because he sleeps slow’. Aileen —“No boy ever made a fool out of me-’’ Martha M.—“ Who did then?" Lavender—“So your cousin knows the exact moment he will die, does he?" Otis—“He should ought to, yassuh. D e jedge done tole him." Screechy “Could you pass the bread ? Moore—“l think I can. I moved pianos all summer.’’ Mabry 4 4 Look, Miss Jenkins, is this peach or apple pie?" J. —"Can’t you tel] by the taste?’’ R. D.—“ No." j —“ Well, what difference does it make?" Macie—“How long does it take you to dress?" Ruth—“ About half an hour." Macie—"lt only takes me ten minutes! ” Kown—“l wash." McKoy—“Did you hear about the explosion last night?" Hobbs —“No, how did it happen?’’ Elizabeth—“A smile lit up Frances Cruse’s face and the powder went off." Wood —“May I have the last dance with you?" Sue—" You’ve had it." Coach—“ Here, you shouldn’t hit that man while he’s down." Roy Rodgers—Huh, what you think I got him down for?"