Evening Star Newspaper, June 6, 1937, Page 85

June 6, 1937 DAISY'S HEART ALMOST STOPPED BEATING AS SHE to go out: she was getting all dolled up and she felt gay and elated. She had a swell date ahead of her and she was one girl who knew how to have a good time. She didn’t sit home and mope because times were bad. Bee Reilly, her roommate, came in. Daisy ook no notice of her but continued to make - her toilette. She pulled an infinitesimal hat over one eye, slipped into a rather worn cream color lapin jacket and grabbed a pair of Bee's . gloves. Then she transferred her belongings into the only pockethook she owned. She’'d have to get another bag, she told herself; the _ clasp on this one was getting loose; she'd better be careful or she'd lose what little money she had. Bee watched while Daisy filled her powder case and put it into the bag, added to it her lipstick, her change purse, her handkerchief, her key and a picture postcard. “Let's see it,”’ Bee asked, reaching for the picture. Daisy handed the card over. She and Will had taken this picture last Saturday in Palisade Park. “Ain’t it a scream?"’’ . Y-“Syre is! You sure are a riot!” “I'll say 1 am,” Daisy admitted proudly. “That's one thing I can say for myseif: I gotta swell sense of humor. See how I'm standing there, with my knees bent? See how Will is holding his hat under his arm? Just like an old-fashioned tintype. I was ready to bust out laughing any minute. We had fun!” Bee said: ‘“That isn't Willie Platt, Edna Platt’s husband you're going out with?" “Why not? He’s good company and I kinda like him. And his wife's forever nagging . e life outa him because he ain't working. Well, suppose he ain't. He'll get something again. And in the meantime she’s got a job. I'll bet she’s pulling down fifty a week, with tips an’ all. No wonder he got tired of her. She’s dead serious all the time. She ain't got so sense of humor.” ‘‘But where does he get the money to take you out?"’ Daisy laughed heartily. “That's the best joke of all: she gives it to him. She's nuts about him, poor sap, and he’s got her so that she gives him whatever he asks for.” Bee looked a little shocked. ‘‘But suppose she finds out about you?” PLANTED A FOOT ON THE CARD. “'LEAVE IT LAY, SHE [ BADE. ‘| DON'T WANT IT" AISY JEFFERS hummed as she dressed THIS WEEK “‘How'’s she gonna find out about me, work- ing all day long in Madame Turville's Beauty Parlor? She works until ten or eleven, every night. And besides, she don’t know me from a hole in the wall. I might as well have a good time while I've got the chance.” Daisy burst into another snatch of song, waved her hand and slammed the door behind her. When she got down to the street. she looked at” the clock in the drugstore window and frowned. It was more than a half hour earlier than she had thought. But frowning didn’t go with Daisy's mood. Soon she was smiling again. An idea had struck her! Oh, she certainly had the grandest sense of humor! What she would do now would be the biggest scream of all. She couldn’t wait to hear what Will would say when she told him. This was going to be good. Clasping her bag firmly, she made her way to Madame Turville’s Beauty Parlor. “A wave?” said Madame Turville, all smiles. ‘‘Sure, we can fix you up right away. I'll give you a good operator. Mabel! Mabel! A wave!” Daisy shook her head. ‘‘Not Mabel. You've got an Edna working here, ain't you? Well, that's who I want. Edna. A friend of mine’s been telling me she’s good.” ' It was all one to Madame Turville. “Edna, you busy?”’ she called. “Nev’ mind, Mabel.” Edna came out. Daisy looked at her covertly and smiled. No wonder Will was tired of her. No wonder! Edna led the way into a booth at the end of a long passage, and helped Daisy off with her jacket and hat. The booth contained a swivel chair such as hairdressers use, a hat rack, and a washstand with a marble top that served as table when the basin was not in use. Over it hung a large mirror. s e oo et One woman was honest and one was not — but both were foolish: A triangle story of 1937 by ELLEN D. STRUHS Daisy leaned back in the chair and sur- veyed herself comfortably in the mirror. Not bad, not bad! She studied Edna’s reflection as a large sheet was being tucked around her. Edna’s hair was nondescript and wispy, when it could have been beautifully' tinted and waved with all the facilities she had at her disposal. She wore no make-up and her face was shiny. So this was Edna! Daisy admitted that Edna’s features were rather fine. Her eyes, now, were lovely, but what a look in them! As though her best friend had died. That girl ought to get wise to herself. Being gloomy like that didn’t keep a man interested. Well, Daisy thought, it’s not my funeral. Her loss is my gain. She yawned and trans- ferred her gloves and pocketbook from her lap to the marble table top in front of her. Edna ran her hand through Daisy’'s hair and asked: ‘‘How about an oil shampoo? Your hair’s terrible dry."” “Naw!”’ said Daisy. ‘‘I only got a half hour. Can'’t even let you set it. You better gimme a marcel.” Edna glanced at her for the first time. “‘Gotta date, dearie?”’ For a moment a feeble smile hovered about the woman's pale lips. Daisy laughed. ‘“You said it. With some swell fellow, too. So make me look real nice, willya?” Edna drooped again. ‘‘You young girls, always on the go, always running around,” she murmured as she lit the spirit flame under the curiing iron. She let the iron get hot, tested it on a piece of paper and applied her efforts to the first strand of hair. *‘Bet you run around some yourself,”” Daisy said, shyly. This was going to be good. Edna shook her head sadly. ‘‘Not much! Say, I ain’t even been to a movie in months. Magazine Section 7 lustrated by Floyd Munson I gotta husband, dearie, who's outa work and, believe me, that’s some expense. No, I don't run around.” If Will could only hear this! Daisy decided to probe further: ‘‘Aw, that’s too bad. But don'’t it take a load of work off your shoulders to have someone home?"’ For a moment there was a flash in Edna’s eyes, but it died and tears replaced it, rolling slowly, deliberately down her cheeks. Edna silently divided off another section of hair with a comb and proceeded to wave it. At last she said: ‘‘Oh, what’s the use? I can’t be bellyaching to my customers. Let's not talk about it."” Daisy was all eagerness now. ‘‘Let’s do,” she urged. ‘‘It'll do you good to talk and get it outa your system.’” Edna rested the iron on the fire again to heat it, dried her eyes and said: ‘“‘That’s mighty nice of you. Well, then I'll tell you. Will, that’s my husband, well, Will’s all right. At least he always used to be. We had swell times together when we was first married. He was making good money too. So then the depression came along and they laid him off. That was all right too. I had a job. It didn’t make no difference to me. I knew that sooner or -later he’d connect up with something again —'’ Edna took the iron off the burner and applied herself to another strand of hair, curling the end, and pinning the curl with an invisible hairpin. “Yes?"” Daisy prompted. Edna continued: *‘I didn't mind working and keeping up the house. But then he began running around with girls and me working my head off!”’ Her face changed suddenly. A silent fury shone out of eyes and her voice shook: “Oh, I don’t blame him too much. It's the fault of the girls. Single man, married man, it’s all the same to them. There’s one little tramp he’s been running around with the last few weeks. She’s the worst of the whole lot. But I'll get her, one day. I'll get her and teach her to leave my man alone!” Tramp! thought Daisy. Well she liked that. “Do you know the girl?”’ she asked. (Continved on page 15) o