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Their Married Life
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
“W H «
'HAT dp you think we’d bet
ter g«t for mother?” de
manded Warren. What’d
V’ou take her from London laat year?”
“A chiffon scarf—don't you re mem -
her? And I don’t believe she's ever
worn It.”
'How about a wood umbrella?”
Helen smiled. Warren always gug-
ffested an umbrella rt was his stock
solution for any "gift” problem.
**Why, dear you gave her one for
her birthday—and your mother never
*oea out unleap the weather** perfect
She ha* three or four umbrellas that
I don’t think she's ever unrolled.”
“What about Carrie?” Thought of
anything for her?"
Helen made a pasture of despair
'Dear. I don’t know—I never know
what to pet her And your father—
If you’d only help me select some
thing for him!*’
“Now look here, I paid I’d po with
you to pet somethInp for mother and
Carrie—but that’s all. Why on earth
did yon put this off till the last min
ute? You should have had nil these
things boupht days ago.*'
“I know T ••Vruld,*’ at Olo^'i^ally,
"but It's* so hard to decide >n pres
ents. And 1 kept thlnkinp I might
see things I’d like better”
"What's all that. A list?” as Helen
unfolded a slip of pepet she had
taken from her purse. “You’re not
going to take something to all those
people?”
“Dear. HI HAVE to! They'll expect
some little thing."
“Well, I’d let ’em expect.” snapped
Warren as they now pot off the bus
“It’s a blame nu'aanoe having to cart
a lot of truck hack every time we
come abroad."
Warren Determined.
A few moments later they were
making their wav through the crowd
ed aisle# of the Bon Marche. War
ren was striding ahead with the prim
determination of petting someth'np
for h’s mother and Carrie—and get-
tine It quick.
"They’ve pot the greatest lot of
junk In these stores.” he muttered,
frowning around at the enormous
quantity of fancy and rather tawdry
articles that are always ril M laved on
th. fi~»t floor of the Ptri# shops
“Here.” pausing before a large coun
ter of handhaes "How about a hand-
ba.p for mother?”
The salesgirl began eagerly to
show him the hags.
“Too cheap. Not pood enough.” crit
icised Warren, feeling the stiff, shlnv
leather
“Oul our. monsieur ” taking out a
trav of more expensive ones.
"No—-no, none of these fixings.” as
the eirl opened a fitted hag to display
the t*ny powder puff mirror and scent
bottle. "This is for an old lady; she
don’t want all f hat foolishness. loot’s
see a pood, plain big"
The girl did not understand Eng
lish. hut she saw he oblected to the
fittings and now brought out a plain
black hag of the finest seal
"That’s not bad.” and Warren
glanced at the price tag “Sixty
francs What’d you think?” turning
to Helen.
"Oh. did you want to get anvthlne
so expensive." nnx’ously, for she had
not thought of paving over 26 francs
for his mother's present.
"Well. I’ve got no time to shop
around. Couldn’t aret a good hag for
lepM than twelve dollars anvwav. All
right, we’ll take that.” shoving it
toward the girl.
Ay H' len was to get the other pres
ents ^ere they decided to have a
shopping card, so everything would
be sent together.
"Why not get Carrie a bag, too.
while we’re at It? Save time."
“oh. no—no. hastily, fearing he
would rmv another twelve dollars for
Carrie's present. "I think she has a
good bag. If you haven’t •' tie. dear
I'll trv to get her something.'’
“All right." with evlden' elief. get
her an umbrella if you can’t think of
• nvthing else. Now, which wav do I
gc* out of here" looking helnlesslv
around the bewildering aisles crowded
w 1 *h women shoppers.
Helen sheered him toward one of
the entrances, and he hurried off
with a brief
Warren Leaves.
“Take care of yourself. I’ve got a
lot to do to-day—may not get In until
seven.”
As Warren's tall swinging shoul
ders’ dl*Ttnpeared through the crowd
Helen turned hack to her shopping
with a weighing sense of responsl-
lv itv. Thev were sailing Wednesday,
and she MT T 8T get everything to-day.
After almost an hour's wandering
through the shoo she fine Iy derided
on a fine hand-embroidered collar for
Carrie, and a dainty boudoir cap for
Warren’s vounger sister. Edith For
her own mother, nhe bought a black
s»ilk shirtwaist.
Then she came across a bargain
counter of gloves, real French kid
reduced to 3 francs, 60 cents and for
•vervone w’hose size site knew—she
bought gloves.
SEEING THINGS
Whether it’s through a field glass,
opera glass, tlescopes or a pair of
Kr-ntok eyeglasses—be sure they
are from "Moore’s.” "Moore" qual
ity is our watchword. "We sell
everything to see with." Jno. L.
Moore & Sons, expert opticians, 42
North Broad street.
The Items on her shopping card
were counting up alarmingly. Over
ISO—It seemed a great deal to spend
on present*.
It was almost 3 before Helen
stripped, too tired to drag herself on.
There were still five names not
marked off on her list. But she would
be sick if she did not stop to rest and
have some lunch.
She made her way out of the store,
trying to think where she would go
for lunch. There were several hotel
restaurants near, out they would be
expensive, and Just npw Helen felt
very poor She had spent so much
on presents that she felt, she ought to
economise on her lunch.
Turning a corner she found herself
In a liLie back street, narrow and
winding It was an unexpected bit of
"Old Paris" In the very heart of the
city. The shops were small and
quaint H'den razeed fr front of whs 1
looked like an old tavern.
A stout, comfortable-looking wom
an was sitting In the doorway, hes'de
her lay a big maltose cat. Beyon
Helen caught a glimpse of white-
■ ed tables, a aowduated A00!
From the glare of the *nin-baked
street the place looked dark and cool
and restful.
Everything Spotlessly Clean.
The woman mulled and nodded as
Helen entered hesitatingly. There
was a bar at the back, but the two
waitress* wire reassuring, and every
thing was spotlessly clean.
Tt was certainly cheap Not an
Item on the dim. violet-ink written
menu over one franc. The only dlah
Helen recognized was “Artlchaut,"
for that was almost the name as In
English. But It was only 40 cen
times. ft cents—could an artichoke be
pood at that price?"
Under the entrees was “Oervelle au
heurre noir.” The “au beurre noir"
Helen knew meant "with brown but-
ter." hut what whs “Cervelle?”
She pointed to the woi t and the
waitress tried to exnlaln In rapid
'Tench. But Helen still looked blank
Then, with a pleqm of ins • at'on the
girl tapped dramatically on her fore
head. Brains! Helen broke Into an
appreciative laugh as the meaning
dawned on her.
The waitress, much pleased at her
own cleverness, went off smlllnplv
with the order for artichoke and
calves’ brains.
The brains, delicately browned tr
butter, were served first with a half
pint bottle of claret, the order for
which the girl took for granted.
Then the artichoke was served cold,
as a snlad, with a delicious Mous
seline sauce. As Helen ate 1t slowly,
leaf by leaf, and sloped the claret, she
felt she was really resting There
was an atmosphere of peace, quiet
and restfulncFp here, that she could
not have found In the glitter of the
big hotel restaurants.
The wnole luncheon, including the
claret, was onlv 1 franc-90—38 cents!
The waitress took the change and her
tin with a smiling. "Merci, mercl,
madnme!" And Helen left with a
very kindly feeling toward this quaint
little place.
Very Trying.
The Klare of the street seemed even
more trying after the quiet and root
darkness, and »he dreaded to return
to the editing-, crowded store. But
there were still several presents to
get, »o reluctantly she made her way-
back to the Bon Marche.
When she finished It was almost
5. Wearily, she took the bus to the
hotel, with a troubled sense of having
‘■pent a good deal of money—and hav
ing very little to Show for It.
Already she was beginning to worry
over her selections. The cane she had
bought for hts father—after nit he
had so many canes. And why had
she chosen a boudoir cap for Edith,
who was so clever In making such
things herself. And the dreseer scarf
for Mrs. Stevens—It did not seem
enough to take her. And what HAD
possessed her to buy a traveling work
box for Aunt Mary—who never trav
eled ?
Por the rest of the evening Helen
worried herself almost sick over the
presents. Whatever she had bought
she vvl-'ied now she hau bought some
thing else.
Why should she feel compelled to
take back a lot of presents from
ev-rv trio? she thought rebelltously.
Surely the extra expense of traveling
were heavy enough w bout this add
ed strain on their purse.
The next time— Rut Helen knew
In her heart that the next time would
he Just the same. Phe would spend
the same time ano money taking
back things to the "folks at home.”
And whatever she took, she would
feel and THEY would feel, that It
should have .eon “something differ
ent’' or "something more
HERE ARE PICTURES OF
THE MOST WONDERFUL AER
OPLANE IN THE WORLD.
THIS AEROPLANE IS TO
THE AIR WHAT THE LIFE
BOAT 18 TO THE SEA IN
OTHER WORDS, IF TURNED
OVER IT IMMEDIATELY
RIGHTS ITSFI F!
THIS MACHINE HAS BEEN
INVENTED, TRIED OUT SUC
CESSFULLY ANO IS BEING
BUILT BY LIEUTENANT
DUNNE, OF THE BRITISH
ARMY. IT HAS TWICE FLOWN
ACROSS THE ENGLISH CHAN
NEL. THE MACHINE IS CON
TROLLED SIMPLY BY TWO
LEVERS WHICH WORK A
FLAP AT EACH END OF THE
WINGS. THE BIPLANE IS AS
AUTOMATICALLY STABLE AS
ANYTHING YET PRODUCED.
IT FINDS ITS OWN "BANK,”
IT CAN NOT DO A NOSE DIVE
OR A SIDE SLIP, AND MANY
OF THE GREATEST AUTHORI
TIES PREDICT THAT THIS IS
THE TYPE OF MACHINE OF
THE NEAR FUTURE.
THE INVENTOR HIMSELF
ADMITS THAT IN ITS PRES-
ENT STAGE IT IS CAPABLE
OF CONSIDERABLE IMPROVE
MENT; YET ONE CAN EASILY
APPRECIATE THE FACT
THAT WHEN HIS IDEALS
HAVE BEEN REALIZED A
VERY GREAT ADVANCE WILL
HAVE BEEN MADE. IN ITS
PRESENT FORM THE CHIEF
OBJECTION TO THE DUNNE
MACHINE IS THAT IT IS
HEAVY AND COMPARATIVE
LY SLtlW, BUT IT UNDOUBT
EDLY FULFILS THE INVENT
OR’S CLAIMS TO AUTOMATIC
STABILITY.
THOSE CLAIMS ARE THAT
THE MACHINE CAN NOT BE
TURNED OVER TO A DANGER-
OUS ANGLE IN THE AIR, AND
THAT ANY ONE WITH SUFFI
CIENT SENSE’ TO DRIVE A
MOTOR CAR CAN DRIVE IT.
IT IS NECESSARY TO REAL-
IZE THAT ANY WELL-DE
SIGNED MODERN AERO
PLANE WILL RIGHT ITSELF
IF BLOV/N OVER SIDEWAYS
BY A GUST, PROVIDED IT HAS
ROOM TO FALL AND
STRAIGHTEN OUT AFTER
WARD, THE POINT ABOUT
THE DUNNE IS THAT THE
SAME GUST THAT BLOWS IT
UP ON ONE SIDE PASSES ON
AND BLOWS IT UP ON THE
OTHER SIDE AS WELL; SO
THAT, INSTEAD OF ROCKING
WILDLY FROM SIDE TO SIDE
AND DROPPING A CONSIDER
ABLE DISTANCE BEFORE IT
RIGHTS ITSELF, THE DUNNE
MACHINE ROLLS GENTLY
AND RISES AND FALLS AL
MOST ON AN EVEN KEEL.
CONSEQUENTLY THE PILOT
DOES NOT HAVE TO FLY THE
MACHINE) HE MERELY DI
RECTS IT THE DIFFERENCE
IS VERY MUCH THAT BE
TWEEN A RACING SKIFF
WHICH HAS TO BE BAL
ANCED BY THE OCCUPANT
AND A LIFEBOAT WHICH
BALANCES ITSELF.
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN
One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written
Cupid in an Auto
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I have been keeping company
with a girl for about eight
months, during which time she
has on several occasions given
evidences of her love toward me,
and. of cour^«e, she was recipro
cated.
Irately, however she Insisted
upon going with another young
man, who, unfortunately, owns an
automobile, and has at different
times taken her out joy riding.
I'm positive that this girl does •
not love or even like this young
man. but as she has told me, goes
out with him for the pleasure of a
ride. I’m afraid that in the long
run she will learn to love this
young man and forget me alto
gether. .
What other thing, outside of
buying an automobile, which I
can not afford, would be advis
able under the circumstances, to
keep this girl from going out
with him?
Kindly accept my anticipated
thanks for an early advice.
AUTOMOBILE TROUBLED.
H ONK, honk—chuff, chuff—here
it Comes right down the middle
of the road, the big, red au
tomobile—and poor little Cupid has
to sit' down in the dust and watch
It go by. f
So she goes a-riding with the
young man with the machine, not be
cause she loves him, but because
she loves the machine, does she.
What a silly, silly little girl. And
what a very human one.
It is fun to Hit up there in the great
soft, easily-cushioned seat—and smile
to see how dusty the road Is there
In the footpath.
It is fun to pass everything in the
road—to see the landscape fly by like
a shadowy dream. It is fun to tell
the rent of the girls the next day
about the run into the country or the
i speed we made on the Stone Mountain
i road. It’s fun to be in things right
1 in the very midst of them. It's fun
| to have what everybody else .wants
! and can’t seem to get. It’s fun to
look superior and ask the wondering
others how ever they manage to keep
machine starts. It’s fun to make you
jealous, too—poor, foolish you, with
Worth It.
“Prisoner at the bar.” said the
Judge, "is there anything you wish i
*n pm v before sentence is passed upon
you ?” 1
"No mv lord there is nothin’ I care
to say; but •r vou’ll clear away thf
tables and chairs for me to thrash
my lawyer, you can give me a year
or two extra.”
Mixed in Her Dates,
He—Do you love me, darling?
She—Yes. Jack dear.
He—Jack! You mean Harold, don’t j
you?
She—Of course! How absurd .
am! I keep thinking to-day’s Sat
urday.
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TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
“ 'You are in a frightful position. I
see that You have married Dr. Cameron
and are expecting his presence every
moment at the door. If she is seen, you
are lost, for you could not bear a com
parison with her. point for point, how
ever perfectly you carry off her appear
ance when alone. What then is to be
done? I can see but two alternatives
Either acknowledge the whole and re
lease the doctor—a course I certainly
should advise—or you must trust me
with this body to dispose of as I think
fit.*
“ 'I can not tell Dr. Cameron,' was my
answer. I have married him and I mean
to live with him. He would wish it if he
knew He loves me and there is no
Genevieve now. I hurt no one by my
action and I save everybody from deep
and lasting pain.’
“His lip stem as Iron. Just quivered
for a moment as If he denied this last
assertion, but he said:
" ‘Listen, then. I will help you. Mil
dred because, hard-hearted as I am.
I pity you. When you are gone^-you
an going on a wedding journey, I pre
sume "
"I nodded.
" ‘I will carry Genevieve out, secretly
If 1 can, openly if I must, and putting
her in my phaeton drive her to Mrs.
Olney's house. My driver is with me but
I will dismiss him, and by taking every
precaution possible to avoid observation,
I may succeed in getting away from the
house unnoticed. If I do, 1 will say she
took poison on the route: If I do not,
that she is ill and that 1 being a phy
sician and her engaged husband, 1 am
taking her home. In either case I shall
declare her to be Mildred Farley, and
to this story I shall cling till you your
self Inform me that your husband knows
the truth and that it Is useless to per
sist In the lie any longer. Do you un
derstand me, Mildred?'
“I signified that I did, and he went on.
" ‘I think I can manage it so that you
will be saved from all inquiries. If I
do not. remember that you are Gene
vieve Gretorex, and play your part well.
Now. where Is the bottle from which she
took the acid?’
“I showed him, and he picked it up
and put It in his pocket. He had
j hardly done this when I heard my hus-
I band’s rap.
j “ ‘Put out the light,’ he motioned.
'And keep him out of the room at all
i hazards,’ he added. In the lightest of
whispers.
*'I dM as he bid, and succeeded In
j getting another moment alone with him.
“ ’Have you her veil?’ he asked.
"I had not, and knew not where to
find It.
" *1 must have one,’ he said, 'to throw
over her face.’
“I tossed him the one I had intended
to wear myself. He took It. and I has
tened to gather up my own clothing
and leave the room.
"When I went back again. It was with
Peter. Remembering that Dr. Moles-
worth. in all probability, knew’ nothing
about the house we were In, I took
occasion to ask this man, as he lifted
up my trunk, who was In the kitchen.
He answered, 'No one but the caterers,
ma’am.' After which I Inquired If the
back stairs were clear, and. being told
they were, advised him to take the
. trunk down that way, to w’hich he re-
' plied that he Intended to. I finished
by asking him to go around with the
j carriage to the side entrance, w’here I
I should have some money to give him
i Thus, 1 freed the back stairs and gave
j to Dr Molesworth, listening near, a hint
of the way he should go. I suppose he
( acted upon it, but never having had
the opportunity to speak te him ugain
alone, I do not know anything more
about it than the rest of the world.
“Of the events following that dreadful
night, you already are acquainted.
From a belief that Dr. Molesworth had
succeeded in his undertaking, I was sud
denly awakened to the consciousness
that from some error in Judgment he
had laid himself open to the worst kind
of suspicion.
"Was it a shock, do you think? And
when in a still more dreadful hour that
suspicion shifted to myself, and I saw
the secret upon which depended my
honor and happiness threatened with ex
posure, do you wonder that my Integri
ty succumbed to my fears?
“Driven by the Instinct of self-pres
ervation to subterfuge and prevarica
tion, I soon found myself entangled In
a network of deceit. Even when I told
the truth as I did to the inspector at
the time he pressed me to give him
the name of the woman who made my
dresses, I followed It up with a lie to
my husband. For w’hile the half coy,
half audacious admission that I had
made them myself was calculated to
silence the man whose question I feared,
it would hardly have helped my cause
with the doctor, who had been told
more than once how helpless Genevieve
Gretorex was with her hands.
"And so the vain struggle went on un
til it was suddenly made apparent to me
that my husband's respect was giving
way before my duplicity.
“Then, in an agony of remorse, I took
an oafh, the keeping of which ulti
mately brought on the revelations I
feared. But I can not regret this. It
has slain my husband's love for the
false Genevieve, but from the ashes of
this passion I hope to see arise a love
for Mildred Cameron that will In time
make the happiness of my life.
“It Is the aim of my existence to be
henceforth worthy of that happiness.”
(THE END.)
A Bad Actor.
“So you want to join our company?”
said the theatrical manager to the
seedv-looking applicant. "In what
pieces have you ever appeared?”
"Well,” replied he, "my last engage
ment was with ‘The Blot on the
’Scutcheon.’ ’’
"What Character did you act?”
“I was the Blot."
No Wonder.
“Do you play any instrument, Mr.
Jimp?”
"Yes; I’m a cometist.”
“And your sister?”
"She’s a pianist.”
"Does your mother play?”
"She’s a zitherist.”
"And your father?”
"He's a pessimist.”
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your wlwtful eyes and your faitnnrt,
grieved heart—but do you know who
I pity all the time? The poor lad
with the machine.
Think a minute, don’t you—honest
ly now?
Which would you rather be—the
auto youth there in the machine with
the girl liking his machine and laugh
ing at him—or you there in the shade
by the road with the girl’s heart in
your keeping?
Poor man in the machine — there’s
nothing to him—but hi* machine—
how can you feel anything but sorry
•or him?
The girl—what shall you do to keep
her from going with the machine and
the man?*
Not a thing, not a single, tiny thing
—this is your chance to find out ex
actly the kind of girl she ls--you
couldn’t have a better one if you
planned a dozen years. Which does
the girl care most for—you or a ma
chine? What is it she wants in life—-
love, sympathy, companionship — or
money, show, ease?
Now’s the time to find all this out
—before the wedding bells begin to
ring Don’t wait till you’re In town
trying to earn the money to make the
first payment on your little home—*
ihe home you have dreamed of so
long—and then discover some fine day
tihat the girl you married is dissatis
fied with you—because she has to do
her own work and help save the bank
balance.
Don’t try to make that girl you
think you love over, young man; you
•an't do it. She’s what she Is—ana
always will be—and neither you nor
anyone else on earth can change her.
If she’s a peacock, don’t try to
make yourself tihlnk she's a neat lit
tle brown hen, and then be sick and
oorry when she refuses to stay in the
barnyard with you, but wants to strut
somewhere with the reat of her gay,
vain family.
Honk, honk—chuff, chuff—the man
with the automobile—'he’s the best
friend you and the little girl who’s
trving to decide between you, ever
had. He’ll help you decide the great
question, and decide it the right way,
and whisper I wouldn’t be too cross
with the little girl, just yet. anyhow;
she’ll decide for you, see if she don't,
and then Just t.hink how proud you'll
be of her decision.
TELL, well, well, what a sensa-
1 tion we are creating, sisters.
Talk abou* the emotional
sex! Did you ever hear the like jf
the commotion about the women’s
new sort of frocks?
They arrested two perfectly nice
girls In Portland, Oreg., the other
day and sent them home in a taxi be
cause the policemen didn’t approve cf
their skirtycoats. They fined a wom
an in Kansas City last week for the
cut of her dress, and in New Eng
land they are thinking of passing a-
law about what shall be worn and
what shall be left off. Dear me! I
never had the least idea our clothes
were so important.
How much less interest we do take
in the way men dress.
Can you fancy the women calling
out the police bee'use they didn’t
think men were dressed properly?
They -would look the other way and
never even mention brother’s eccen
trie clothes. And unless they were
very bathing suity indeed, they would
never even know that there was any
thing at all peculiar About them. 1
wonder why?
I heard them talking about it 'it
dinner the other night, the men—on?
middle-aged and two young—and, oh.
the things they said about us for
speaking to the women who wore
'em! And yet do you know I hap
pened to be with the middle-aged
man when we met two of the ladies
who shocked him so ind I thought
he looked rather pleased than other
wise.
Still he seemed so cross at dinner'
Isn’t It odd?
“But my wife " said the middle-
aged man.
“But my sister " said the young
man.
“But my sweetheart ” said the
other young man. And I do believe
that every one of the tnree was per
fectly willing to have somebody else’s
wife and somebody else’s sweetheart
and somebody else’s sister be as mod
ern as the latest fashion plate from
Paris. So it Is evident that they uo
not think the new fashions ugly—lsr’t
it?
I wonder what it all means—th!s
sudden return to the “altogether" In
the way of dress or undres.-
Some of the frocks are really—er
—and when you see the faces of the
women who wear them—n! :e, friend
ly, decent faces—Just the sort of
women you'd pick out to pal wi h In a
long ocean trip, if It wasn’t for their
astonishing frocks—good women
modest women, kind women, women
who wouldn’t think of “breaking up
a home,” and yet—what In the world
does it all mean?
Are women getting worse and less
modest? Have the ragtime songs
really struck in, and do nice women
think of things they never used even
to know existed? Or are they getting
nicer and more modest and cleaner
minded—so clean minded that they
don’t see anything so very interest
ing in a trim ankle and don’t under
stand why anyone else should, and
are going to let it go at that?
After all, the most immodest,
frock I ever saw was a nun’s drer?
at a masked ball. The dress w f a all
right, but the woman who wore it
made it a horror. Are we getting sr
that we can think of something be
sides sex, we women, and do we
walk abroad clad In these very sug
gestive garments without meaning a
hint of a suggestion at all? Are we
evoluting or are we sinking back?
“Whither," in fact, “are we drift
ing?" The meanest man I know acts
exactly like the most generous ones
Sometimes it’s hard to know which
is which. It has always been ad
mitted that absolute innocence ana
unscrupulous boldness had an amaz
ing family resemblance. What are
we getting to be, we women—bold
faced Jades or open-browed Inno
cents?
Are we reading and working and
thinking so much that we’ve forgot
ten all about the primitive facta of
life, or don’t we think about any
thing but those facta?
Doesn’t It mean a thing, the old.
superstition about the natural mod
esty of women, or does it mean so
much that you simply can’t fathom
it at all? Who’ll answer? Who
knows?
Not the men—oh, never, never, the
men—not even those who pride
themselves on the fact that they
“know women.**
But really, now, gentlemen and
brethren, haven’t you Juat a little
bit of a faint Inkling of bow funny,
how outrageously funny all this
shocked surprise is on your parts?
Now', If you were all burlesque
managers?
Business Is—after all la said and
done—business, isn’t It? But—Just
plain, everyday men who have to
pay to go to musical comedies—tell
us, do, why do you Just show such
alarming symptoms of outraged
virtue?
It would be edifying to know,
and maybe your attitude wouldn’t be
so incredibly funny—If we Just
knew. Do tell us.
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