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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 30, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 7

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A STORY 'BOUT BEAUTIFUL LEGS, HAIRLESS BEARS AND THE
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Bv Jane Whitaker.
"Enjoy the spring of "love and youth,
To some good angel leave the rest;
For time will teach you soon the
truth,
There are no birds in last year's
nest."
This is the philosophy of Jennie.
Never mind what js her last name be
cause 1 do not know it, anyway, but
she had brown eyes, red hair and
freckles, and I adore red hair and
dote on freckles because they al
ways adorn a creamy skin.
She stood in front of the bear cage
at Lincoln Park and I sauntered up
beside her and watched the impish
grin on her face until she turned and
caught me.
"How would you like to be a bear
today?" she asked, with disconcert
ing frankness.
"I laughed, but an answer wasn't
necessary. "Humane Society ought
to make Cy DeVry shave them close,
oughtn't it," she rambled on.
"Wouldn't it be funny to see a bear
looking like a hairless poodle! Ooh!
Look at THAT!"
THAT was a girl with a very high
slit in her skirt and nqf petticoat un
derneath. "Hasn,'t she a beautiful leg?" Jen
nie exclaimed, her eyes wide with ad
miration. "Yes, and no hesitancy about
showing it," I answered, with what I
hoped was severity.
"Why should she mind showing
it?" asked Jennie. "I ain't got no
kick on a girl like that wearing a
slit It's when one of these bag of
bones goes showing off how fierce a
female can look when she ain't cov
ered that I get sore. It's like giving
away secrets. This is some burg,
ain't it?"
"If by 'some' you mean this is a
fine town, I suppose it is for some
people, but I am afraid everybody
tfbuldn't agree with you. There are
lots of people that aren't at all en
thusiastic about it."
"Then there's something wrong
with the engineer, in "their thinking
throttle," Jennie responded. "Some
people wouldn't be satisfied with
heaven. Why I know a girl that can
go to a movie every night in the week
and she's sore on life because she
can't wear silk stockings. Gee,
there's a lot of sore heads, but so
long as it ain't catchin' I should
worry."
"There's a vacant bench over
there, Miss " I hesitated.
"Just Jennie. Whenever I flirt with
a girl like I did with you I know I
won't see her again so the handle
to my name don't matter. What are
you called when you don't hand out
your card?"
"Jane," I said, hesitatingly, be
cause she quite took my breath
away.
"I knew it would be Jane or Ann or
Susan or something plain like that."
"Is that supposed to be a compli
ment upon my sensible appearance
or a suggestion that I look plain
enough to have a plain name?" I
asked.
"You won't catch any whales in
this water," she laughed. "It's too
shallow. But it isn't your looks or
anything like that, it's just your mat
ter of fact way of taking it when a
girl you don't know says hello to
you. If you was named Gwendolyn
you would have said: 'I beg your
pardon?' and squelched me."
"Tell me why you like the burg," I
prompted.
"Oh, it's big, for one thing. You
can get on a trolley and ride and ride
and ride and you can get on another
after that. And the parks that you
can go to for nothing, and the people
you can talk to. Oh, just the whole
lay-out."
"Are you living here with your
family?" I queried.
"No fair asking for references,"
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