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I smoke my pipe and ponder on the
Sunday afternoons
Aj I read your "chatty” stories of
the "has beens" and the "soons.”
t wonder kow the gossip comes,
whither and from whence,
Is it only circumstantial, or good
straight evidence?
If they wear athletic underwear or
gentlemanly hose,
If they dress up in a hurry and leave
off half their clothes,
If they wear upon their stockings six
diamonds in a row,
If you’re a "he,” dear Polly, please
tell us how you know.
• * •
N OW Isn't that just like a mere
“man? The man who penned
these lines did not send his
name, but I’ll almost wager that I
could pick him out of a crowd. His
poem brings to my mind a huge,
masculine person, probably with a
wife and four children whom he ex
pects ie look up to him with awe
and admiration. He probably is a
sta y-at-home-o’-nights sort of per
son—the kind we see spending the
lunch hour on Peachtree or Whitehall
casting speculative eyes at the slit
skirts and the peekaboo draperies. I
know his kind—the kind that insists
on kissing his wife’s best women
friends.
But just to satisfy you, Mr. Male
Person, I am going to tell you that
I am noj a “he,” and I am not a
blonde, and I am not a brunette. I
confessed once before that I was of
£ > M**iescript type which men pass
lady, “but I don’t dance.”
Then, with deliberation born of the
torment she had been through, she
turned to a young man who had been
standing with her and said, in her
most charming manner:
“Come on, shall we finish this?”
And they glided away over the
floor, leaving the doctor standing
week-end dances at the East Lake
Club have been favored above all
others by the younger set. These
dances were really jolly affairs, and
most any of the young folks would
refuse an Invitation to more pre
tentious dances in order to go out
to East I^ake.
But when the wave of modesty
she declares that she will not dance
it—she thinks it’s “just too horrid,”
and she won’t; so there! I am won
dering if that girl’s resolution is go
ing to hold out.
They tell me that several pretty
large wagers are up on the subject
among the men who expect to per
suade her to do some turkey trotting
this winter. She’s a mighty sweet
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O P course, you were out at East
Lake yesterday. We all were,
and didn’t we have the time of
our lives? The pretty country home
of the Athletic Club and its spacious
grounds never housed a finer or bet
ter costumed throng. And the girls
who took part in the water sports—
for, bear in mind, it wa9 a water car
nival we went to—were the tiniest,
splendidest lot I ever have seen, just
as I predicted last Sunday.
The water carnival is a unique af
fair, and I think the East Lake Club
is wise in making It an annual event.
The swimming contests by young
men and young women were very en
joyable, indeed. I became more ex
cited over those races than I ever was
over a horse race or automobile race.
The girls who took part yesterday
fairly outdid themselves. The grace
and daring shown was worth going
miles to see.
Helen Thorn is a remarkably swift
swimmer, and so Is Lyda Nash—both
are grace personified In the water.
Regina Rambo is simply stunning—
that’s what everybody said. Her hign
diving is as good as most profes
sionals can achieve. The Stirling
girls have been champion swimmers
since they were tiny tots. They are
breezy, outdoor girls, these young
women and prize winners at any sport
or game they attempt.
And all the others—you’ll find their
names somewhere else in the paper—
were well worth seeing. Each girl
and each man received a share 1n the
appreciation and applause of the oc
casion.
I enjoyed the water carnival very
much, and here’s Polly Peachtree’s
sincere congratulations to Eugene
Kelley and his water sports commit
tee—the young men who, I under
stand, are responsible for the de
lightful affair.
Just a word anent the dancing that
followed at the club: I saw the old-
time Joyoufmess In the week-end
dance at East Lake—and I am glad
that it has come back, with the re
laxation of the severe rules against
the popular dances of the day. I have
a warm spot in my heart for East
Lake—and for the jolly week-ends
there. „ . #
r O listen to your chatter rd take
you for a blonde,
One of those clinging beau
ties, tender and very fond.
Or maybe I'm mistaken, you're a
bold and bad brunette,
l haven't yet tedded, it's such an
even bet.
by with a patronizing smile and wom
en accept as a friend because she can
not be a rival.
But where my gossip comes from
I am not going to tell you. I will
leave that to your masculine superi
ority to find out. So go on and smoke
your pipe and grow fatter, but woe
unto you if I ever find out who you
are and catch you ogling the pretty
girls, as I know you do, just from the
tone of your poem.
* * •
S VERY dear friend of mine has
Just returned from Wrightsvllle
Beach with a budget of gossip
Some of It is too scandalous to re
peat, but there are one or two things
that happened that I simply must tell
about.
One concerns a young Atlanta girl
and an almost as young and charm
ing Atlanta matron. Both shall be
nameless. It seems that the young
matron does not care much for the
young girl, and her feeling is recipro
cated. Both were stopping at the
same hotel.
The girl one night happened to be
one of a merry party which was hold
ing forth in a room Just over the ve
randa where the matron sat. The
party w r as joyous and therefore noisy.
The shrieks of laughter and the sing
ing of the young people grated on
the ears of the matron, who made
several protests to the manager of
the hotel.
That did no good, so she sat in
high dudgeon and made biting re
marks about the gay young people. A
late comer to the party passing along
the veranda heard what she had to
say and went upstairs and told about
it. At this the Atlanta girl, with a
daring greater than her discretion,
took a bottle of something (let’s be
charitable and say that it was ginger
ale) and, going to the window, pro
ceeded to empty its contents upon
the wrathy lady below. The result
was a series of furious shrieks and a
Popular figures in Social Life “
Mrs. Frank Orme on the
left and Miss Margaret
Traylor on the right. Mrs. Orme is one of the charming young matrons of the city. Miss
Traylor is a popular member of the college set. (Photograph of Miss Traylor by Ilirshburg &
Phillips; of Mrs. Orme, by Lenney.)
still more deadly feeling between the
fair foes.
• • •
A NOTHER story concerns a well-
known Atlanta doctor—known as
much among my sex for a bris
tling gray goatee and a disagreeable
fastidiousness as for his professional
skill. This M. D. conceived a very
great admiration for a vivacious and
popular Atlanta girl who was at the
resort, and he sought her at every op
portunity, much to her annoyance
She managed to evade him very well
for a couple of days, but when she
found herself cornered in the ballroom
during a dance one night, with the
dread figure bearing down on her
with goatee pointing straight forward,
she resolved upon desperate meas
ures.
“May I have this dance?” suavely
inquired he of the goatee.
“Oh, I am sorry," replied the young
MLY FfACHim
open-mouthed, but with the goatee
drooping.
Of course, it goes without saying
that the young lady had no further
trouble with the persistent one.
The funny part about it was that
just the other day I was talking about
this man with another girl here in
Atlanta who had almost the same sort
of experience with him. This girl,
whom I- consider the most charming
in Atlanta, told me that she had been
frequently annoyed by this man, and
that one day while she was waiting
for a street car to take her to town
he approached and made known his
intention to ride with her. So anx
ious was she to get rid of him she
told him she was going the other way,
and, to make good her “bluff” took
a street car and rode for blocks in
the other direction to escape.
• • •
Sing a song of Dancing,
Society full of fun.
And the newest dancing
Steps have just begun.
Turkey Trot is passe,
Guinea Squat is here,
And the Jungle Tiger,
Has hurried from his lair.
Tango is forgotten,
Menageries are to be
The plan of every ball room,
From the mountain to the sea.
Society at the seashore,
Society on the hill,
Society in the forest.
Are studying with a will.
To imitate the Bird-Dance,
To do the *Wild-Beast fling,
So when the season opens
They can enter in the Ring.
...
T HE ban has been lifted on the
turkey trot at the East Lake
Country piub. They had to lift
It, In order to have any parties, I'm
thinking. For several years past the
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struck the directors—or whoever was
responsible for the act—and turkey
trotting, tangoing and any form of
the new one-step was forbidden, the
girls and boys deserted East Lake in
the evening for the Driving Club or
the Capital City Country Club, where
they could dance anything they liked.
Of course the water sports and
outdoor sports of all kinds kept up
the usual large attendance of the
young women and men at East Lake,
but the week-end dances began t
look like stag affairs.
Now that the ban has been lifted.
I predict that from now on the usual
Jolly week-end dances at East Lake
will regain their old Joyousness.
By the way, I hear that a number
of girls who have so far remained
faithful to the waits and the two-
step and who heretofore have been
the belles of the ball at the staid
East Lake dances, were completely
“out of it” last Saturday night. In
base ingratitude, the men who had
waltzed with these girls and con
gratulated them on their common
sense and taste in not doing the
“awful turkey trot,” pranced by them
as they sat on the “wall flower” bench
for the first time in their young lives
probably, and flung remarks over
their heaving shoulders as they pass
ed.
These remarks conveyed something
like this to the modest girls: "You’ll
have to turkey trot if you want to
dance. We aren’t going to do any
thing else to-night, girls.” “Come on
in, the trottin’s fine. You’ll be wall
flowers unless you Join us"—and so
forth. Those girls were very angry,
and I guess sorry, too, that they had
made so many protestations against
the new dances, but they stuck to
their colors, and sat out most of the
evening’s dances, I understand.
* • •
B Y which, I am reminded that one
of the charming girls—only
one, please—who Is to be a
debutante this winter, has not adopt
ed the one-step as yet. Furthermore,