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lolling by in his Flannels,
just as you read about it in Mrs. Humphrey Ward.
A buzzing sound dying off into the distance, a trail of Blue Smoke in
the fading Twilight, and little Bright Eyes is back in her own Boudoir
packing herself into a new set of Glads.
That evening she had four throbbing Roscoes curled up among her Sofa
Pillows.
She had to bat up short and easy ones for this Bunch, as they came
from the Wholesale District.

When they began to distribute political Bromides, the artful Minx sat
clear out on the edge of the Chair and let on to be simply pop-eyed with
Ardor.
Shortly after 12 she turned the last night-blooming Cyril out into the
Darkness and did a graceful Pirouet to the Husks.
On Wednesday morning, between the Ham and Eggs, she glanced at
her double-entry Date Book and began to gyrate.
On the way down-town she stopped in and had herself measured for a
new mop of hair.
Thence to the Beauty Works to have the peerless Frontispiece ironed
out and the Nails ivoried.
When she appeared at the Sorority Tiffin at 1 P. M. she was dolled for
fair.
The Response in behalf of the Alumnae of Yamma Gamma was a neat
Affair. After swiping the Table Decorations, she and two Companions
hurried to a Mat. It was a Performance given under the auspices of the
Overhanging Domes, and the Drama was one that no Commercial
Manager had the Nerve to unload on the Public. The Plot consisted of
two victims of Neurasthenia sitting at a Table and discussing Impaired
Circulation.
That evening she helped administer the Anesthetic to a Seminary Snipe
who was getting into the Life Boat with a hard-wood Bachelor grabbed
off at the 11th Hour.
Loretta wept softly while straightening out the Veil, in accordance with
Tradition. Later on she did an Eddie Collins and landed the Bride's
Bouquet. At 11.30 she had the Best Man backed into a Corner, slipping
him that Old One about his Hair matching his Eyes.
It is now Thursday morning and who is this in the Gym whanging the
Medicine Ball at the Lady Instructor with the Face?

It is Loretta.
Behold her at 10.30, after an icy Splash and a keen rub with a raspy
Towel.
She has climbed back into the dark-cloth Effect and is headed for the
Studio of Madam to grapple with the French Lesson.
After that she will do nothing before Lunch Time except try on White
Shoes and fondle some Hats that are being sacrificed at $80 per throw.
The Suffrage Sisters rounded up Thursday afternoon. A longitudinal
Brigadieress in the army of Intellectuality did the main Spiel, with
Loretta as principal Rooter.
The Speaker was there with the Pep and with the Vocabulary.
Otherwise she was a Naughty-Naughty. The costume was a plain Burial
Shroud, the only Ornament being a 4-carat Wen just above the
Neck-band.
At 4 P. M., after the Male Sex had been ground to a Hamburger, our
little Playmate escaped to a Picture Show, but not until she had duly
fortified herself with the nourishing Marshmallow.
There was nothing on the Cards that night except a Subscription Dance,
which got under way at 10 P. M. and never subsided until the cold
Daylight began to spill in at the Windows.
Loretta did a 27 out of a possible 29. Percentage .931--six better than
Bogey and 400 points ahead of Ty Cobb.
Nevertheless and notwithstanding, don't imagine that she failed to come
up for Air on Friday Morning.
Life is real, Life is earnest, and she had a Gown to be shortened up and
re-surveyed around the Horse Shoe Curve, just as soon as she could
leave the Gloves to be cleaned.
Happening into Automobile Row, she permitted a blond salesman with

a Norfolk Jacket to demonstrate the new type of Electric Runabout.
One of the most inexpensive pursuits of the well-dressed Minority is to
glide over the Asphalt in a Demonstration Car and pretend to be
undecided.
She permitted the man to set her down at a Book Shop, where she
furtively skinned eight Magazines while waiting for a Chum to pop
through the Whirligig Door.
The two went Window-Hopping for an hour. After making Mind
Purchases of about $8000 worth of washable Finery edged with Lace, a
spirit of Deviltry seized them.
They ordered their Lettuce Sandwiches and diluted Ceylon in a
Restaurant where roguish Men-about-Town sat facing the Main
Entrance to pipe the pulchritudinous Pippins.
Was it seven or eight Party Calls that she checked from her social
Ledger before 4 o'clock? Answer: eight.
Then a swinging Gallop for home. Whilst she had been socializing
around, Robert W. Chambers had taken a lead of two Novels on her.
Retiring to