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HEAR ST’S SUNDAY AMERICAN, ATLANTA, OA.,
SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 1914.
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I told my mother all about It.
“Well, there Is aome truth In what
•he said,** agreed my mother. “Who
did you lay It was told you?”
I told her and she laughed.
“I suppose she has forgotten aome
cf her youthful escapades,” she said.
“1 remember that she was once en
gaged to four men at one time.”
I wonder If we will forget things
that easily when we get older
• • •
\ f OU remember that I lectured you
girls last week on the kind of
clothes you wear in this co^l
winter weather, and now I find that
some American designer has already
come forward with a new style to
keep the ankles tfarm even In the
most biting breezes. The new cos
tume Is called the "La Boheme,” and
It Is developed In velvet and fur. Not
very distinctive, I suppose you think,
as nearly every street costume you
see this season Is of velvet and fur.
but It Is the style of this one that
sets It apart. It Is really quite like
the costumes worn by students In the
Quartler Latin of the musical comedy
and the romantic novel, with Its short
coat, ample side pockets and Jaunty
Tam o’ Shanter cap. But the unique
feature, which Is also the warm fea
ture. is a pair of velvet leggings with
bands of fur around the ankle*. I
can Imagine that they might be a wel
come Innovation, can’t you?
And while we are on the subject of
styles, I have It on excellent authority
that the petticoat Is actually coming
Into favor again, Just as we were
coming to regard It as an extinct spe
cies. How quaintly sweet, as aome
one I know always says.
• • •
I OCT9T5 AND VIOI.A BARII.I
are back from their trip to Chl-
— ratro, where they made a most
wonderful hit at the recitals they
trav*. You seldom see two as tal
ented (rlrls. especially In one family.
7,oul*« Barllt has one of the richest
mezr-o-soprano voices I have ever
heard, and when Miss Viola dresses
up In short skirts and a blonde wig
with a Dutch cut, I defy anyone to
discover that she Is more than 8 years
old, unless he has seen her putting
on her makeup.
The Chicago papers were most en
thusiastic over the work of both glrU
and we have certainly every reason
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pllahed. Whll« Away they met Her
man Devries, who used to play Ma
dame Patti’s accompaniment* when
ah© was at the height of her power
and he said that Miss Louise’* voice
reminded him very much in quality
* of tone of her great aunt'*.
Mr. Barlli has been very much wor
ried about his aunt, now the Baroness
I Cedarstrom, as she wai on the con-
! tlnent when war was declared, and
1 could not get a message to her family
for some time, but a recent letter
states that she Is safe In England. At
a recent concert at Albert Hall In
* London, for the benefit of the war
fund, the Barones*, though now 71
jears of age, sang with all her old
time charm, and wai the chief at
traction of the evening. I hope that
another opportunity will be given us
soon to hear her two talented great-
nieces In the same kind of recital as
they have been giving in the North.
• • •
Behind me on the car one day
There aat a matron and a mtaa,
And blta of conversation reached
My ears that aounded Ju«t like this:
-They aay that Jack and Mrs. B
"Oh, yea, my dear, It’s really so!”
"And now the war haB broken out,
Where will the winter tourist* go?"
■q heard a tale the other dav
About a widow and a man ”
"The Styles this year are simply tierce,
I don’t see how the women can—-”
"It really happened at the club "
"The men will take too much to
drink.”
"Yes, I have one Juat like It, dear.
Except that mine Is blue, not pink."
"And did you know that Mabel C
"My deer, her hair was once quite
dark!"
"I don’t repeat what people eay, j
This time I saw them In the park.”
"What do you think of Mrs. H——T"
"I simply can not understand—” j
“It could not Just have happened no, |
I think the whole affair was plan- |
ned.
"The Blanks’ new car's a perfect
dream.”
"And did you hear the latest thing?"
"1 really can not stand that girl ”
"A simply gorgeous diamond ring!”
"And Carrie Is in Reno now,
But there, I promised not to tell.
I don’t think she w< uld mind you,
dear,
You see you know them both «o
well.”
"That woman gossips all the time.
But that’s one thing I never do."
”1 simply have to tell you this "
"But do you think It can be true?"
And so on through the whole long
ride,
And then these women have the
cheek
To wonder that a man prefers
His club to home six nights a week.
• • «
T HE very latest thing In the way
of equipment for the golfer, for
the married golfer, that Is, Is
a tiny, but very accurate, alarm
clock that fastens to the side of his
bag. Thus is the man reminded that
the dinner hour is approaching and
that there Is someone waiting for him
at home. A very good Idea in the ab
stract, but I would like someone to
point out to me Just one solitary golf
er In Atlanta, married or single, who
would leave In the midst of an In
teresting match at the call of an
alarm clock, no matter how manv
wives were waiting for him at home
And I do hope that the wives would
not be mean enough to expect It. Bet
ter by far to have a late dinner, even
a cold one, than that sport should be
spoiled. I am sure that If any At
lanta wife buys a clock for her hus
band, It will be someone who has
never known the Joys of the so-called
gentle game. A golfer, even the rank
est amateur, would understand too
well to exact any such conduct from
another lover of the sport.
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I T is so nic* to see two sisters who
like the same things and who go
j about as much together as Mrs.
Charles Dannals and Mrs. Jerome
Simmons, Jr., do. I saw them at the
! opening of the Hotel Ansley ballroom
j the other night, and I do not believe
i that either one of them ever looked
I more charming. They are two of iho
most popular members of the young
j married set, and both of them were
j very much in demand for the dancing.
Mrs. Dannals wore a smart suit of
black cloth with a large black hat
trimmed in monkey fur, that most
fashionable of all hat trimmings this
season. Mrs. Simmons wore a stun
ning combination of black and white,
a white charmeuse skirt with a short
black velvet coat, a tiny black and
white hat, and patent leather shoes
with white tops. It was one of the
most striking costumes worn.
Hattie May Holland was looking
particularly well that evening, her
suit and hat both being of that lovely
shade of brown that blends so well
with her eyes and hair, and that she
\\ears so much
• a •
D ID you ever see a cuter or more
demure-looking bride In all your
lives than Margaret Harrison
j who married James Clayton Burke at
the Sacred Heart Church on Thurs
day morning? She 1* such a tiny lit
tle thing, anyhow, and I never *aw
her look *o pretty before. Her veil
wai adjusted eo becomingly with
pear! band* and sprays of valley lilies.
And, having seen her very lovely
wedding, reminds me of the way Mr*.
Tom Daniel and her mother. Mr*.
Singer, made a mistake in the date
and tried to go last week. Way last
Wednesday Mrs. Daniel came down to
breakfast—von remember that tbf*
wedding was at 9 o’clock—and tout.'
Mr*. Singer dreeeed to go oul On
being asked where *he wa* going, she
replied:
“To Margaret Harrison’s wedding,
of course.’’
“But that’s to-morrow,” said Mrs
Daniel. "I know the Invitation said
Thursday.”
Accordingly they started out a little
before 9 the next morning, and v*ere
naturally very much surprised when
they found the church empty and un
derrated. Moreover, the sexton told
them that there would be no wedding
there that day.
“It must be at the Church of the
Immaculate Conception,” said Mrs
Daniel then, and they set out again.
But the result was the same, and they
finally returned home very much puz
zled, to discover from the Invitation
that they had tried to go to the wed
ding exactly a week before It actually
took place.
a • a
I SAW Mary Stewart t a reception
the other afternoon for the first
time since she returned from
abroad, and she Is looking unusually
well and pretty this fall, in spite of
the fact that she Is trying to keep up
with school and her rather exacting
social duties at the same time. She
Is one of the mrst popular girls In the
younger set, and her sweetness and
charm attract people to her wherever
she goes. This is her last year at
high school, but as yet she has not
decided whether she will go away to
school next year or make her bow to
society. If her friends have anything
to do with it, I am sure she will not
go away, for they missed her so badly
this summer when she was abroad for
three months that I know they could
not spare her for an entire winter.
She Is very popular with her school
mates, too, and this year has been
given that highest honor that can be
conferred on a high school senior, the
presidency of Browning Society.
a a a
H AS anybody called you up lately
and announced that he has “got
your goat?’’ It has happened to
quite a number of prominent citizens,
and If you have been overlooked it
may be that you are not prominent
enough to attract attention, or It may
be for any one of a number of rea
sons. We have known J. S. Brogdon
for some time In the role of a chem
ist. but of recent days he has blos
somed forth as a negro dialect artist
of no mean ability, and a conversa
tionalist of long win<$ and great en
durance, but no very marked charm,
according to some of his victims.
Perhaps his Idea was to provide an
inexpensive amusement for war-time
evenings, or maybe he tried his trick
on one person and found that It
worked so well that he couldn’t resist
going on with It.
At any rate, he has taken to calling
up prominent citizens of on evening
and his conversational opening, de
livered In the accents of an Uncle
Remus, is to the effect that he has
seen an advertisement in the paper
for a goat. I wouldn’t attempt to tell
you all of the things he says, but
with our slang In its present condi
tion, the possibilities are Infinite. I
am informed on excellent authority
that he has succeeded in making
several of our friends doubt their own
sanity, and when a man gets to that
point he is pretty far gone. If it
keeps up I think we shall soon have
the expression “goat story” added to
our vocabulary to take the place of
the ancient and honorable fish story
we have been telling all these years.
• a •
T HE announcement of Lucille
Dennis’ marriage came as some
thing of a surprise to all of us.
Of course, we all knew she was en
gaged to George Wesley Walker, In
fact, it was announced a few’ weeks
ago, but that she had any idea of
marrying so soon, or in New York,
was a secret from all her friends, who
were kept completely in the dark un
til the announcement cards came a
few r days ago. We are glad ut any
rate that her marriage Is not taking
her away from Atlanta, as they will
be at the Georgian Terrace when they
return from their honeymoon,
a a a
T HIS Is the Season of the Visiting
Girl. The Open Season, I believe,
is the hunting term, although I
don’t see that hunting has anything to
do with this. It’s really a very de
lightful season, and lots of things are
doing.
Mamie Ansley has with her Miss
C&ralisa Nichols, of Minnesota, who
was here for the Ansley-Moon wed
ding recently. Miss Mildred Spencer,
of Roanoke—& very charming girl—13
visiting Mamie Kirkpatrick, and Lu-
cile Kuhrt has Miss Florence McEl-
murray. of Waynesboro, Ga. Miss
Kuhrt, by the way, enjoyed a magnifl
cent debut bridge party last week,
given her by her uncle, Gus Ryan, at
the Piedmont Driving Club, where 90
young women sat down to an exqui
site luncheon at which were featured
the festive lobster (there were no men
present) and other tropical fruits. It
w'fts a wonderful affair.
Callie Hoke Smith is visiting Kath
erine Ellis just now, and Mrs. Fred
erick Hodgson has her sister. Miss
Jennie Fnssett, of Elmira, N. Y„ as
her guest, and recently gave for her a
delightful dinner dance at the Druid
Hills Club, where there were as many
debutantes as one Is ordinarily accus
tomed to meet at three functions.
Lawson Hines is entertaining for
Miss Hal lie Morton, a Tennessee girl,
very popular here; and Miss Elizabeth
Wallingford, of Kentucky, Is the guest
of Laura Huygood Cole. Helen Stew
art Jones has as her guest Miss Mar
garet Anderson, of Knoxville, and
Dorothy High lately entertained her
guest. Miss Vera Cone, of Washing
ton, at a buffet luncheon for 160. Mrs.
Thomas Daniel has another of her de
lightful Chattanooga guests—Miss
Lila Mansfield—and there Is “open
house” at Mrs. Daniel’s In conse
quence.
Wyckllffe Wurm has Miss Margue
rite Goldsmith, of Washington, visit
ing her, and among the visitors of the
near future may he mentioned Miss
Isabella Tyson, a daughter of Colonel
and Mrs. L. D. Tyson, of Knoxville,
who will be the guest of Esther £mlth
November 19. Miss Tyson has been
here before, and is very popular. Iso-
llne Campbell is expecting Miss Mary
or perhaps I should say was—one of
the most popular girls In the college
set, and her early marriage—she 1*
Just nineteen now—was a great sur
prise to her many friends. She has
often visited In Atlanta, most often
on the occasion of Tech-Georgla foot
ball games, and she Is very popular
with the younger set here also. I
hear that she was the loveliest little
bride you can possibly imagine, and
I for one am quite willing to believe
it, for she Is one of the prettiest girls
I ever saw, and as sweet and charm
ing as she is pretty. I can easily Im
agine that she made quite a picture in
her white satin gown with soft dra
peries of tulle, and her face framed
by the wreath of orange blossoms
which held her veil In place, and I
know that she is going to be greatly
missed by her friends in all sets when
she moves away from her old home.
a • •
DROPPED In at a picture show
the other day and before the reel
was half unreeled I dropped out.
The violin was too awful for words.
You see, I play myself, a bit, and I
am somewhat critical. Really, it
called to mind the true Intent of that
ancient Mother Goose rhyme, which I
Orme, of New Orleans, November 12.
and the "Open Season” Is Just well | ma Y be Pardoned for producing:
under way.
’VE discovered something that
everybody ought to know, and prob
ably does.
A year or two ago a young woman
w r as married In Atlanta, and if ever
there was a girl who had a long list
of suitors, she was the girl. Maybe
you recall her. Anyway, I should es
timate that she had as many a9 five
or six dangling at a time for two
years, the dangling usually lasting
about half a year, when the flop came.
That would make 24 disappointed
suitors—or maybe 25, to be safe about
It.
How many of them came to her
wedding?
Not one.
Why?
Coquette!
That’s my Idea of no way to deal
with lovers. It seems she must have
led every single one of the danglers to
believe he was the one until It came
time for the d. s. thud.
On the other side of the picture we
have a very popular girl who had an
equally large list of men friends, who
looked to be as much suitors as the |
other girl’s. And when she was mar
ried every single one of them turned
out like a little man to wish her all
happiness—all but one, and the reason
he didn’t show up was because he had
been indulging in too much gymna- ,
slum work, and at the very last mo
ment he split his dress coat up the
back like a locust, struggling to get
into It. I
It seems the second girl played ail
the cards on the table, and, while the
disappointed ones were disappointed,
all right, they were not grouchy about (
“• ...
O you like to nickname people? I !
do. I was in a theater the other j
night, and as a young woman
came down the aisle to her seat I
heard a man behind me ask his com- l
panion: “Who is that girl with the ;
eyes?”
The girl was Marie Dinkins, and j
"eyes" is right. I already had nick- i
named her "Laughing Eyes,” because !
they are—you never saw more Joyous
ly bright eyes, I’m sure. They say
Napoleon had a very dreadful sort of
smile he put on when something was
about to happen to somebody—a
"smile in which the eyes did not have
a part." Miss Marie is just the other
way She can smile with her eyes—
and even laugh with them until you
can almost hear it.
Now I am looking for a nickname
for Alice Parks, the daintiest, sweet
est little girl you ever saw.
It will have to be a very characteris
tic nickname, and a very dainty one.
• • •
OUSE dances are such utterly de
lightful things except for one lit
tle drawback—they are nearly
always too crowded. But at the party
that Mrs. Henry Peeples and Miss
Peeples gave for Frances Godfrey on
Thursday they overcame this difficul
ty in a most novel and interesting
w’ay. After the big reception in the
afternoon the debutantes and quite a
number of young men were asked to
stay to a buffet supper and dance In
the evening. Mrs. Peeples knew that ;
the house would he crowed, as there
are so many debutantes this season. •
and she provided a means of keeping
half the dancers busy W’ith other j
things while the other half danced. In *
the little study at the back of the house |
she hung a curtain across the room, !
dividing It into two equal sections, |
and there half the guests drew’ for
partners for the next dance In all sorts ,
of unusual ways from behind the cur- |
tain, while the other half were fox- .
trotting and hesitating In the front
part of the house. It caused Just lots |
of merriment for no one knew with
whom he would Ue dancing next, and
never for one little minute was the
floor so crowded that it was uncom
fortable for dancing.
“Hey-dlddle-diddle.
The cat’s in the fiddle—
That’s one of the commonest things.
For although It’s a pity
They make use of Kitty
To fix up a fiddle with strings!”
That fiddle sounded as if kitty was
still protesting about It.
O'
F course, Polly couldn’t keep out
of this Associated Charities
muddle. I say “of course,” but
It isn’t at all of course. I just have
an Idea, and w r hen I have an idea I
divulge it. That is the difference
between me and a lot of other people
who have more ideas and better ideas
than I have. They ought to let ’em
out. An idea doesn't do any good all
cooped up in somebody’s skull. It
doesn’t do any harm, either—but that
Is something else again.
This is the idea—my own little
idea.
Of course, this Charities thing costs
a lot to run If you have to pay every
body connected with it. I am not
much of a business woman, but I can
figure that out. A dozen people on
regular salaries will cut down the
gross receipts, or whatever It Is, pret
ty severely.
Now, then. I know a lot of girls In
this town—30, I should say—who
would be glad to give part of their
time during the fall and winter
months—not all their time, but (I
should say) two days a week—which
would figure out eight young women
on duty all the time, and good work
ers and visitors, too. They aren’t
debutantes, with their heads full of
parties and dances, but young society
women who have been “out” a couple
of years or so, and really feel the need
of some serious occupation to round
out their lives.
Just for example, I recall Marion
Goldsmith as helping the Charities
out voluntarily last winter; and Pen
elope Clarke, and Maizle Thurston,
and Eleanor Raoul, and Emma Kate
Amorous, and—oh, lots of them.
Miss Edith Thompson and Ml3S
Helen Muse, already connected with
the Charities, would be experienced
heads for the institution If operated
In this way, and I just know this
problem could be well solved—you
see, I have no small opinion of my
own Ideas, when I happen to have
them.
Now, I will begin to wonder why
they don’t try It on.
N'
OW for a lecture—a ripping hot
lecture, to use the phrase of a
British friend of mine.
There was a Halloween ball in this
town last Friday night. There were
others, but this is the one I am going
to lecture about, for the men did be
have themselves most shamelessly.
Not at the ball—oh, dear no! But
before ever they got there with the
young women assigned them by their
hostess, who Invited them three weeks
ahead of time and told them whom
they were to bring, and all about it.
Do you know, the day before the
ball two girls called up the hostess
and said, plaintively, that not a sign
of a man had said so much as beans
about escorting them?
Fact. And when Friend Hostess put
on a bit of investigation she was
amazed, shocked, pained and other
wise distressed to learn that five or
six of the ten girls she was going to
have at the ball had not heard from
their prospective swains.
And she had to fly around and call
up every one of those scapegrace de
linquents and remind them of their
obligations.
I call that abominable, because I
can’t think of a more useful word.
It’s no use denying It—the men are
behaving abominably this season —
that Is, a lot of them are. I told you
last Sunday about a man who was
invited to some sort of party and
cavalierly Informed the hostess that
he couldn’t be there, and that If she
wanted him In future she would have
to put In her bid two months ahead.
And at the cotton ball I dare say
that not more than two men were
there with girls they had asked to ac
company them. Tho rest were the
“victims” of parties given by people
—at least, that’s the way they se^m
to be regarding their precious selves
lately.
What Is It—the war? I don't see
why that should shut down on the
social obligations of so many men at
once. If they really are retrenching
(I believe that's the word), why don't
they do a good job of retrenching
and take the veil for a season, Instead
of scamping around at parties and
acting as If they considered their
presence a great favor to the host
ess? If they only knew how often
they are merely a necessary evil—
but this will be getting Ill-natured, if
I keep on.
A 1
LL HALLOWEEN has been the
theme of the society editors the
entire week, and I for one will be
glad to welcome the Thanksgiving dec
orations for a change. It Is true that
nothing Is more charming than soft
lights that peep from pumpkins with
big eyes and mouths and from Jack-
o’-lanterns. Think how becoming it
is, too. And how much fun you have!
There is nothing Just like it the whole
year round. The children glory in It,
and they blink their eyes when a hor
rid witch peers out of the darkness
or a black cat runs across the room,
and when suddenly there appears a
devil’s head lighted wdth red candles.
But the children w'ere not the only
ones who enjoyed the gay season. The
ball at the Piedmont Driving Club as
sembled all the married folks In town
as well as ths young society crowd.
With all the usual glamour of that
club's affairs, the ball was a great
success.
Lawson Hines had a tea-dance
Tuesday afternoon. Of course, she
had pumpkins hung everywhere and
all sorts of Halloween favors. The
Ices she served were the cutest I have
ever seen. They w r ere papier-mache
lanterns, Into which the Ices were
placed, and on the top burned a tiny
little yellow candle. We all tried to
see how long our candle would burn,
having named it for our true love.
Mine didn’t burn to the quick, as I
had fully made up my mind It should.
I never had so many disappointing
things happen to me. Being thusly
discouraged, I went into the little den.
where I heard there was a witch tell
ing fortunes. She told me I will not
be married for three years. Isn’t that
a long time to be wondering who he
Is?
My, If she told me one sad thing
she told me hundreds, and not one
real nice little story to keep my heart
bright and hopeful. But you ask
Saunders Jones or Elwyn Tomlinson
what she told them. I may be able
to tell you myself, if she speaks truly,
before so very long.
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ment, for I am just DYING
of thirst!”
“Isn’t this a DEAR of a
place to meet—so beautiful
-so convenient—so CLEAN
and spacious—and the foun
tain drinks — UMMM-M!
—if there’s anything more delicious
than a Brown & Allen chocolate ice
cream soda—WELL—‘lead me to it,
that’s all!’ ”
“Isn’t it just awful the way I talk
slang, but come on and
let’s have that drink.”
“Isn’t there a crowd at
the fount?—but, then, I
think it’s lots of fun—so
much more interesting
where there’s always
lots of nice people—in a
place like this, which is
large enough for every
body to be comfortable.”
“Don’t you think it funny the way you
can come here any day and see almost
anybody you know?”
“Look! There’s Henry, sister Mabel’s
husband, right now, over there by the
cigar counter.”
“He must smoke an awful
lot.”
“Every time I come here I
see him buying cigars.”
“She says he won’t buy them
anywhere else, drags her all
the way to town sometimes,
just to get his supply of cigars
at Brown & Allen’s.”
“Each time, she pr^ends that she
doesn’t want to come, though she is real
ly delighted, for he always
buys her a box of Huyler’s
chocolates, which, she says,
are sold at no other store in
Atlanta.”
“MY husband? Yes, he’s just
as bad as Henry about smoking, but I
don’t mind it a bit, now that I have
stopped him from smoking a pipe.”
“You see, it was like this; I told him
he could smoke just as
many Brown & Allen
cigars as he wanted to, if
he would only throw
away that nasty old pipe,
and he has kept his
promise ever since.”
“My, but that drink
tasted just like another.”
“No, drar, this is MY time to pay, and
I have the change right here.”
“My, just look at that clock. It’s four-
thirty, and I just MUST be home by
five o’clock.”
“Isn’t this just FINE? From these
big corner windows we can see EVERY
incoming and outgoing car,
>and we can rest on these com
fortable cushioned seats while
we wait.”
“There comes my car NOW.
Good-bye, dear. Be sure and
call me up to-night and let
me know at what hour
to-morrow you can
(*-> MEET ME AT BROWN
V>f & ALLEN’S.”