The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 16, 1921, Page 9

“a 1g m y (} ‘ THURSDAY, JUNE 16, 1921. ° mila Grey: a Not Necessary to “Make Home Brew” or Flourish Perfumed Cigarets to Entertain Our Most Inter- esting Young Men, Says One Girl Who Boasts of | Being Both Modern and Old-Fashioned, BY CYNTHIA GREY In the aftermath of answers to “Jack” and “Mr..Twenty- Siz” is one from a modern girl who considers herself old- fashioned at heari. Her letter is straight from the shoulder, | so to speak, and is refreshing. It follows Dear Miss Grey: Your last discussion concerning “old- fashioned and modern girls” has interested me a good bit, as} I certainly consider myself an old-fashioned girl. Or were “Jack” and “Mr. Twenty ,” his pal, merely re- ferring to the girls of large towns | I go to church when I feel inclined to and am proud of ad religious friends, since they are mostly kind-hearted and ust. But I do not spend my entire time in that fashion. I go to) dances and the theatre as well, and tho I do not make up to vy great extent or wear extreme clothes, I have never as yet found reason to complain of neglect. | I drive my own roadster and have | traveled alone to a great many out-| Of-the-way places, but have never had reason to complain of the dis courtesy of men in general. So far I have found the old quota tion, “As you measure to your neigh- Dor he will measure back to you,” usually holds good. So to me, the repeated statement ©f a number of your girl correspond. ent® to the effect that old-fashioned Birls will only be found at home or in church seems odd. And r fina Statement that they just gave up and went to extremes, too, for the ISS GREY will receive read ers of this department at The Star office on Tuesdays from 9 to 4, and at other times by ap- |] pointment. Please do not come on other days than Tuesday un leas you have an appointment with Miss Grey, as unexpected visitors interfere with ber writ ing. —$—$ $n gar or stupidly uninteresting. } But be that as it may, from the experignee of my brothers and a num ber of boy friends, the greatest shock sake of attention, odder still. jot all was the terrible change in To my way of thinking, the tn-|their own girls when they came back | golent admiration of some half-baked Young jazz hounds is not worth the loss of real self-respect. ‘The main idea of entertaining the boys seemed to be to drag them off I am more proud of the fact that |>¥ force, If no other way, to sample my own brothers are not ashamed to | their latest “home brew” or tinted Present me to their. pals at any 4nd perfumed cigarets. time. Another letter from a boy of 21 pet me wondering. He seemed firm in his belief that the boys who came back from “over there” had become o fed up on “jazzy Janes” that any- thing else must look tame and unin teresting. : I wonder if he Js speaking from actual experience. I reeeived a rather different opinion from the many boys I have known and talked with from over there; my own broth ers, several of them, included From all I haye gathered so far, the girls of Hurope, the majority of them, were either disgustingly vul I have heard more than one boy say, “I kept straight all the time ¢ there and then some girl friend gave me a party as soon as I got back and thought it the greatest sport to }8ee me spiflicated.” Miss ey, I prefer to remain an old-fashioned girl at heart and I am here to tell the whole world that I have plenty of n interesting boy friends who are ready to respect me at any and all times. So, speaking from exper. ience, fsnoutd say it is not necessary | for a girl to look like a burlesque bill- board, twirl a cigaret or make home ttew to catch the most worth while, attractive boys. JACK’S SISTER. a (Continued From Yesterday) * Major - ghost tn the darkness of the land ing. When he turned and went quickly back up the few stairs to| her side, she laid a finger on her | When Joan had gone, he blew @ kiss toward the closed door. “Charming, charming,” he sald stupidly, “Grows more charming |lips every day.” “Did you read my note Major intervened larity, yet with) “Yes.” “And you will promise met @n undercurrent of sharp reminder A gleam from a shaded light in im his voice. “You've never seen “Miss ‘Hastings | the hall below flashed on her face. fore,” he said She looked so pretty—maddeningly pretty, Ferrier told himself savage- ly. The okt haunting doubts began to crowd back. The refrain of the song she had sung came back to him. I know a maiden fair to see—Take care! Trust her not, she ts fooling thee. He answered her whispered ap- peal with a direct question. “What is it to you whether I play or rot?” She wrung her hands. “Oh, you will not help me; will not understand.” “What Is there to understand?” he asked her mercilessly. He would not yield her an inch; she must tell | was a glint in his eyes. all, and of her own free will, or else “I'm a rotten player,” said Ben-|he would play the game—still dog- ett confidentially. “Simply rotten! | sedly tread the uphill road on which If 1'4 got all the money I've chuck-|he had deliberately set his feet. @0 away over cards, I'd be a rich| She was close to him in the dim | man today—eh, Major?” |lght of the landing—and then soft | did not answer, Ferrier|fingers entwined about his own as looked at the man beside him with | they had done an hour or two since | @ sort of disgust. He wondered what | when he had so roughly tll-used he the idea was in allowing him to “Oh, why, won't you help me? @rink too much. He left his own| Why won't you understand?” glass untasted when they rose from| “What am I to understand?” the table. Bennett leaned on his} He would not help her. Even arm and talked incoherently. He re-|while the sweetness of her over lated over and over again, with|whelmed his senses, thru his head maudlin stupidity, how he had once|he could hear the lilt of her song | Bennett considered. “Of course not—never seen Miss | Hastings before,” he repeated, as if he were learning a lesson, Hoe Jooked up at Ferrier, “Have you) known Miss Hastings long?” he asked. “No, only etnce I landed.” “Nearly a month now,” eaid Has- tinge pleasantly. He pushed the decanter across the table. “You're drinking nothing,” he said to Ferrier. “No, I can't drink if we're going | to play cards. I shall need all my wits to play with master hands like you feljows,” said Ferrier. His voice was ordinary, but there you —< gone Abondance with 12 trumps in/running clearly, like a warning | _ his hand, and then gone down. Fer-| voice— rier listened and pretended to be jy know a maiden fair to see—Take | impressed. In reality he longed to ptios a send the little man flying into the grate among the fireirons, He wanted to get away for a moment, an’ ot vondered | Goat nad aes ce hae. eae ered) now, or still acting? .A clever wom & fecling of strained excitement in |°? could deceive a wiser man than | the atmosphere. He wondered if it/he. and he was not versed in the | aero 4 geacoos of tk ab eta “Ferrier!” Hastings called to him wpe outs haa collapsed into an|from the hall below, and Ferrier | Bon chatr, Major wad.showing Has-|Crew bis big hand trom her clasp. | :s a new card trick at the table. Without another word or look he tings @ rivera seemed very anxious |Went down the stairs and Into the None on play. Ferrier looked on |Toom below, where the three men | bd Spreeeniy he made an excuse were gathered round the table. 5 up to his room, He looked “Hullof’ said Bennett to Ferrier. ie. tay are 0 |“Hullot Come along, my old sport. Nl drawing-room on the _daadleieng ¥ tut it/You and I are to show them how Trust her not, she ts fooling thee. Fooling thee! Fooling thee! How could he know if she were genuine way, hoping to find Joan, ea ri Was empty. The piano stood open |to play—eh? Come along. nS eae ag she had sung to him| Joan, creeping down the stairs heard the door of the room shut with on the rack, He feat night was @ little bang of finality. She crouched glanced at the opening words grim 5 down, rocking herself to and fro. = The smart maid, tripping out of 1 know a maiden fair to see—Take lin. Kitchen with a great click of care! he can both false and friend®ly me —Beware! | Trust her not, she 1s fooling thee! ‘They haunted him as he went wily up the sairs, He was acting high-heeled shoes, saw the girl's white osouching figure on the stairs. | She stood for a moment irresolute, | looking at her, then she went up and| laid a not unkindly hand on the drooping shoulder. the fool by remaining in the house,| “Oh, ma’am, if the master sees fe knew, and yet——. There was| you——" obstinate blood in him that refused; But Joan did not answer. The! smart maid sat down on the stairs| beside her mistress. “What's the| use of taking on?” #he asked, her usual rather affected way of speak ing reverting into Cockney. “Isn’t} to allow him to run away. Not until he was safe in his own | foom, with the door locked, did he} dare to open the little folded sc rap | of paper which lay in his waistcoat pocket. It was hastily torn from a|he big enough and strong enough to| eheet of notepaper, and the two| look after himself? What's the use words it contained were hurriedly |of taking on?” She waited a mo ment; a burst of laughter came from behind the closed door, soribbled in pencil, as if the writer | Wad written in great haste or agita tion. “There now." she sid cheerfully “Not baccarat!” “Didn't you hear that?) Mr, Ferrier ‘That was all. Ferrter read them | laughing louder than any of them!” But Joan made no reply, and the smart maid shrugged her shoulders| Jin the French way affected, and | went back to the kitchen. Later in the evening, when Joan bad smoothed her buir and dubbed thru twice, then he tore the paper to shreds, and burnt {t in a candle before he went downstair When he was half way down to the hall, Joan called to him softly from above, She lovked Uke a emalls ly THE SEATT DOINGS OF THE DUFFS LE STAR EARLY “TONIGHT, OLiviA! | fies i woe YOU MUST COME IN AND GET READY To GOT ALEKS PARTY = ITS Ss ALMosT) TIME. THE CRAZY * QUILT YOU CERTAINLY GOT THOSE SHOGS SMALL ENOUGH} I GUESS IT'S TRUE ,THAT WOMEN CAN STAND MORE PAIN THAN MEN CAN — THEY HURT You A LOT MORG THAN THer DO Me UY some color on her white cheeks, she | hers lightly. went downstairs and into the little} “Stay and bring me tuck, little room where the air was cloudy and| lady,” he said. oppressive with smoke from the|~ Joan moved away with a lUlttle cigars of the four men, and objec-| shrug of her shoulders. She sank tionable with the smell of strong into an arm chair near to where spirits. Hastings sat, and took up a book, She went tn with a smfle and a| Ferrier, wejching her, saw that al- gay word on her lips. She stood be-| tho she turned a page now and then, hind Major's chair and laid a friend-| she did not read a word, Her eyes, hand on his shoulder, Ferrier! feverishly bright, seemed to watch saw the little familiar action and set) her brother's every movement. If, nis teeth, # she had said, she never played cards, she certainly seemed to un- derstand them well enough, Judging by her expressive face. The hours raced away. most motionless white figure in the arm chair began to get on Ferrier’s nerves. His attention strayed. He began to play badly. The coolly calculating way he had followed ev her not, she its thee lis eyes met hers. “What are you playing?” she ask- ed. There was a strained intentness in her face. Ferrier blew a wreath of smoke into th r carelessly. “Baccarat,” he id, fooling | CHAPTER IX ery move deserted him. When the A sudden scarlet flush dyed Joan’s| clock struck 12 Hastin threw white cheeks. The small hand rest-| down his cards, ‘“Ierrier's tired,” he said. “We won't play any more.” He pushed back his chair and rose to his feet. “Have another drink?” “No, thanks,” Ferrier answered mechanically. He was wondering what this new movement meant, He glanced at Joan. She was leaning back now, her strained attitude re- laxed. Her eyes were closed, Some thing In her attitude reminded Fer rier of the night at the theatre when sho had fainted, He took up the cards and began shuffling them furi ously. “T'm not tired,” he said. go on.” But Hast*ngs would not hear of It. He pushed the card table on one side, then refilled Major's glass and his own. Major was counting a small heap of silver coin at his elbow. He raised his laconically, glancing at Ben Major's chair-back clenched Then she laughed. arat!” phe echoed lightly. pur favorité game, isn't it, Ted: dy?" She looked defiantly at Fer- rier again as she addressed Major by the little familiar abbreviation of | his name. “Teddy always wins at baccarat,” she told him deliberately, Major glanced at her shoulder. “l'm not winning tonight, my| dear,” he sald nonchalantly. “ Your! worthy friend on my left is raking| in the shekels.” “The luck will change,” said Jonn. “It always does. One hardly ever wins for long.” “The law of average,” interposed Hastings in his lazy voice, He look- ed at his sister with a half frown. “Don't chatter so, Joan. Major can't play with you standing there."| “Joan's my mascot,” sald Major| ott fatuously. He put up the hand with fieen pounds out,” he said, He the fine diamond ring and touched] yawned and rose to bis feet, “All ing on itself suddenly. over his “Let's brows The al-] Something Boys W RQ0M NOWes AND FoR GOODNESS SAKE DON'T Letters lay in a heap After Mr. and Mrs. Muskrat had taken their family home and settled down again, and Jack Frost had de- parted to hunt up all the little creeks and freeze ‘em, Mr. Sprinkle | Blow said to the twins, “Well, that's |that! Not a very fine beginning to spring weather, but after all, spring |as well be @ flood as any other. Old | Man Flood usually has to have his | fling once a year anyway. That's over, and now we'd better get down to business, S'pose you come up to |my house on the star with me, and we'll look over my mail, Then we | can tell exactly what everybody | wants.” | Nancy and Nick said they would | be very glad to go, so the fairy,| weatherman got astride his magic umbrella (game as Mother Goose did her broom) and started off home, | followed by the twins in thelr Magic right, sonny,” he apostrophized Fer- rier good-humoredly, “I'll win it all back tomorrow night.” “I darp say, and more, too,” sald Ferrier. He swept his winnings idly tnto a | pocket. He was beginning to see} thru the gume now. Hoe had been allowed to win In order to gain his confidence. Perhaps tomorrow he} would be allowed to do so again, and then the next night, and the next, and then for as long afterwards as |e submitted to play he would lose and lose, “Let us have a song, Joan,” said Major, He crossed to her side and }ieaned over her familiarly. Ferrier, | | watching, felt as if he could have sprung upon the man and torn him foreibly from her, She opened hes eyes wearily, and smiled up into the handsome face bending over her. “Not tonight; I'm tired—not to night.” “Come, Joan! Tastings inter- posed sharply. “One song—Just one —the night is young. What do you say, Ferrier?” “I am afral “that my p not do much: already failed,” Major stood upright. He laughed, pulling at his dark mustache, He flashed an amused glance at Fer. rier’s towering figure. “You flatter me,” he sald. He made a mock bow. ’ Bennett guffawed. He had played the steadier game of them all. The! thought had more than once oc curred to Ferrier that, after all, he " sald Forrier slowly. rs of persuasion will if Mr. Major's have |has to begin some way and it may | caimed, pointing to the letter box BY ALLMAN NO, BUT YoU KNOW WHAT A BARGAIN HOUND | AME WELL, WHEN | SAID NO HE LOOKED SO CHEAP 1 — COULD HARDLY KEEP FROM TAKING Him! DID You ACCEPT HIM? ould Never Notice! AW, MOM~ T DON'T HAVE “To GO To ALL HAT “TROUBLE, all over the doorstep Green Shoes that had taken them on so many wonderful travels, Soon they arrived at the star where Sprinkle-Blow lived, and hop: ping off his umbrella, that gentle-| man led the way to his house across| the road from the Nuisance Fairies, “purring pussy-cats™ he ex: tucked up beside his front door, “Do you see that?” Nancy and Nick said that they certainly did, and who wouldn't, I'd like to know, unless they were blind. For the letter box was so full of let ters and postal cards that they had spilled out and lay in a heap all over the doorstep. Nancy picked one up. “It’s from some of the Bunnies,” he said, “for] it's written in Rabbit language.” Nick looked at another. “This one is from Mr. Squirrel,” he read, “it's got his address in the corner.” “Complaints, both of them, I haven't a doubt.” sighed Sprinkle: Blow with a worried look. (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1931, by N. E. A) 36. DOT HAS A FLARE OF JEALOUSY In spite of my determination to be the first to tell Dot how I had found myself without money after taking Edith to luncheon, I discov- ered when I got home that Edith had been there before me with the news, “That's a good one on you,” laughed my wife. “Now you'll be careful about asking ladies to luncheon.” “You can be sure I will,” I told her. “Hereafter I intend not to go out with anyone except my wife.” “I don't know whether I like that or not. Will you expect me to pay for your luncheons the way Edith aa?" “Whom has Tom been taking to lunch?” asked my mother-in-law, coming into the room, “Edith, but I'm not a bit jealous, mother, even if Tom is jealous of George.” “Such goings-on! Why did he have to take her to lunch?” “You miss the point, mother,” said Dot. “We are modern young people, could not be so drunk as he had appeared, (Continued Tomorrow) and naturally Tom gets tired of see ing no one but his wife. You de mand a UtUe change, don't you, TUT! TUT! No ARGUING= Do AS I ToLD You! Confessions of a Husband * * the children a story and Pegey said, “Is it a story about your very own little boy?” fore I had any little boy of my own; when I was a young man just getting my start in Seattle. it was much of a town. I brought the first buggy that ever was here. along about 1873, I think it+was. where there were four children— two boys and two girls—and I got to be mighty fond of youngsters and anything happened to them was of great interest to me, in, their mother had them all lined up in a row, and from the dis- tressed look on her face, I knew perfectly well that something had happened. there was another boy, too, lined up in that solemn row, a little older than the others. Pealed to me, ‘isn't One of these children has taken the hatchet and chopped down one of those little cherry trees we have had so much trouble dear? what you came to pay the check.” “Change! mother-indaw strode out room. “Youll get your mother sore at time!” “Where did you take Edith? got to ask her. “To near my office.” “Bristol's?” “Yes, what about it?” “Nothing, place off Nassau st.?”* “Yes. What makes you so curious about it?” “I—that's where Cyril Sutherland and I used to go—oh, years before I was engaged to you. I wonder what's become of him.” “Cyril's a nice chap, seo him again,” I said, “I suppose you and Edith sat in one of those cosy little alcoves, too,” went on Dot. “We used to think it WELL, ALEK SAID HEY WOULDN'T BE" ANY GURLS AT HIS a uy © HOW DO You FIGURE : JONAH PASSED UP A ar Goattle’ a” Page 391 THE TEST Mr. Abrams was going to tell starting, and they will mot fess? ‘ is “Then down the line she went | again—questioning and ; questioning, and every Mttle fac lifted to her a picture of el eyed innocence and every voice from the visitor down Jimmie, who was only ¢ oF years old, sald, ‘No, mama, and truly, I didn’t do it; I don’ know a thing about it’ “She let them all go, and seemed to me,so sad to have left like that, with every child der suspicion and no one really clear of blame, that I began to try to think up some good, fair scheme which I could really find the guilty child. 4 “I went back to my work and every time I had a spare minute I was thinking about it. “Finally I got them together | and did some questioning, but those clear eyes lsoking into mine told me no more than” they had told the mother, 4 “We were a quiet family at supper that night. Ever notice how still everything gets and how much darker it is when — somebody has done a wrong — thing? “It was ike that and we all went to bed early, hoping to go to sleep and forget for awhile that | some one of us had done a naughty thing, and what-was-so-m ue he worse, had told a le about it.” (To Be Continued) “No,” he said, “it was long be- “You see, Peggy, I came before And this story happened “I was boarding in a family those that very “I recall qne day when I came “Besides her own four children “‘Oh, Robert,’ the mother ap. this awful? FRRERE (Copyright, 1921, by N. BA) That seems to have been lacked when the time was so devilish to do that, practi ly curtalned off from everyb else.” “What's that? I almagt jumped off my chair, “Do you think Edith Humph!" and = my of the alcoves together? Why we—* jme again,” I warned my wife, “It's “Well, I can't understand wi bad enough to have her that way |else you should choose that particu ” when I really deserve it." lar restaurant, You don't ordinarily “As tho you don't deserve tt this) eat there,” % She said this playfully. I for. “I took her there because the food's good and not very expensive, Look here, don’t be getting Idiot ideas into your head, We sat out the main restaurant with 40 or BI other people. Fe “I /didn't even Know there were alcoves there until you told me 80 this minute, What were you doing there anyway, with that Cyril per son? Cyril! What @ name for @ he» man!” : “That hasn’t.a thing to do with f% Cross your heart you didn't sit im- one of those alcoves?” ey “Cross my heart." rs It was like a woman to get Jealous at the wrong time and at the wrong” thing. Mo Be Conthmed} Bristol's. It's @ chophouse but—. Is it that Iittle Poor Cyril! I'd like to