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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 27, 1917, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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A SUBWAY FLIRTATION
By George Haskell
Eva Crane never could see any
harm in miscellaneous flirtations.
She smiled at good-looking men in
subways, theater lobbies, -anywhere
when the mood took her. When, as
it sometimes happened, men pre
sumed, to speak to her she gave them
a freezing stare or a sharp -answer,
as though they had been greatly mis
taken. In vain her aunt, with whom she
lived, and friends who really cared
for her, remonstrated, scolded or im
plored her to desist before it led to
serious consequences. She laughed it
off as a good joke and declared she
20uld take care of herself.
Elva was so attractive and love
able her small peccadillos were gen
erally forgiven; but to her greatest
friend and particular chum, Janet
Park, who was often with her during
these escapades, Elva's conduct was
becoming unbearable. Janet was
aeither prim nor puritanic. She was
a good talker, bubbling over with
humor, and while not so pretty as
Elva, she had a personality that grew
on acquaintance.
One day when sitting with Elva in
the subway she became aware of the
prolonged stare of a young man a
few seats away. Looking at Elva she
soon saw the cause. Next she saw
the stranger smile at her companion.
"Elva, how can you make yourself
so cheap?" she exclaimed.
"Cheap?" echoed Elva in surprise.
"Why, it's only a little fun!"
"But suppose you should ever be
introduced in society to one of these
men, how would you feel?"
"Why, I'd feel as though we had
already started an acquaintance,",
she laughed.
"Well, I wouldn't. I'd be too
ashamed to look him in the face."
"Heavens! What a Miss Prim you
ire! Get over it, dear! It's getting on
my nerves." ...... ,
"Not any more than your per
formances are getting on mine. We
have been pretty good pals and I hate
to say it, but I tell you now, this is
the last time I go anywhere with you,
if you're going to get every man in
the place staring at us."
"I don't see but one." she. said un
perturbedly. "Well, I do and I wish I were
home."
"Oh, come, Janetl Don't get
fussed!" she coaxed.
The train had slowed up in a sta-
"This Is the Last Time I Go Any
where With You."
tion and some of the conversation
had evidently been audible to the
gentleman in question. His eyes nar
rowed a bit as he listened and he
smiled again, looking out of the win
dow. When the two girls goLoff.he fol-
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