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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 06, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 6

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did it. Jealous men will say that it
is Texas' business to amuse her au
diences by kissing foolish old gentle
men on their bald spots.
Well, I am not old. Sedate? Yes!
Respectable? To .be sure. But my
respectability is not anjntegral part
of me.
I could, if I would, cast it off like a
garment. I could be a devil. I was
one once with the ladies. Could be?
I AM a devil.
Texas! Texas! What have you
done to me?
It was during the second act. I had
an aisle seat. Texas tripped down
' the steps from the stage. A splendid
animal is Texas full-hipped, full
breasted, vibrant with youth.
She came laughing. For the ladies
in the audience I cannot speak, save
that they regarded Texas with disap
proval. As for us men, we sat expectant,
with sheepish grins,
A little dismayed was Texas, it may
be, when she surveyed that sea of
bald spots. Two rows ahead of me
sat a foolish old man, who, when
Texas bent to salute him, offered his
Old men should stay at home
I rejoiced to see that Texas
grasped him firmly by the ears,
chucked his chin into his shirtfront
and brushed his bald spot with her
.My turn next. I may be middle
aged, but I am not bald. A little
sparse at the temples, yes; but not
She stooped. Her soft hand touched
my cheek. The years fell from
me. There stirred within my
breast the very spirit of romance as
it had not stirred since that long
gone day when I was a Romeo with a
Juliet in every balcony how
long ago! An hour ago I was a hus
band, a father and a meal ticket!
She stooped, . I say. Her hand
touched my cheek. Our lips met!
These asterisks must serve
to indicate how inadequate are words
to describe the emotions I experi
enced, enjoyed and suffered!
My wife says my answers to her
questions as to where and how I had
spent the evening were oddly inco
herent. She says I told her I had been to
the theater to see "Worl of- the
o o
Three young, well-dressed men,
who had probably a little too much
"ginger ale," kidded their way down
Clark street late Monday afternoon.
The largest share of their kidding
was directed at a young girl who was
a few paces ahead of the men.
Directly in front of the Palace the
ater one of the men grabbed one of
the other's hat and tossed it over the
young lady's head. It lit directly in
front of her, after brushing against
the plume of her bonnet.
The young lady hesitated just long
enough to prod her dainty foot
through the hat several times then
she went on. And the hat happened
to be a derby. It crushed very nicely.
No officer was called. There was
no confusion. The young girl merely
took charge of things herself and
she got away with the best end of the
argument very quietly.
More power to-her.
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