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Show BITS OF COLOR. Gossip of the Fans. A ballet girl painted on a spangled fan gave a party the other evening. She was not proud she drew no social lines all the other fans were there, and like many of their mistresses they scarcely had time to dance but the gossip was fluent. My, my, what a breeze they started and how they raked everyone fore and aft scorching well rather no mincing of words, no mercy for pedigrees, but a stream of fire; and at the finish I breathed a sigh of great relief and thanked providence (and the esteemed senator who originated the remark) that I was "once more on terra cotta". A pretty French princess surrounded by delicate ivory, started the conversation. "I'm terribly mortified," she said. That assinine mistress of mine took me to see Mansfield the other evening. I was enchanted my France of other days came back to me I waved and waved for joy in the hope that some word from Richard's clever tongue, would come for me alone, and then! Sacre Bleu that parvenue who bought me said: "I haven't saw." "My tears I hope you will pardon, I cannot help. "And she told me of the play Dicxi the people about xis smilled vulgarly but I could not blame them then she repeated what my "Beaucaire" said and her accent, mordois! If the madam who once owned me could have heard that French ah, she would have turned in her lonely grave, and asked if the madam's pompadour was on straight. Our mistresses are funny, said a little red faced Marchiness sitting in a green, and white, garden. There's a place here called the Country Club, I've never been out there, but I'm going because my mistress got in recently. She was tolling of a lady there the other day who makes it a business to pump the steward on who signs the grog checks the night before, so that she can check up on the amount consumed, con-sumed, what and by whom. I'm glad you didn't ask her fan to the party, becaxise Lord knows, I wouldn't get ray mistress in trouble. But as my mistresses' husband remarks "lovely billiards" hoy? I went to a luncheon the other day, piped a little Geisha girl, and the funniest thing happened. The girl who took me began to talk about a dinner she'd been to. She described it as awful, and more than that if I remember correctly. She did not notice the smile on the faces of the listeners or their increased interest. Then suddenly she turned, and behold, the man who gave the dinner was sitting sit-ting at the next table taking her in from head to foot. I nestled in my cherry blossoms to suppress my giggles, but for the poor girl, the situation was most trying. I have a little Japanese hunch that she will not be expected at his next dinner. "Tell me Marquise," said the ballet girl, '"why your mistress wears those two wedding rings she is a pietty little thing but looks too young for that. It is a mystery socially wont you tell us the secret?" A New Germ. The queen was in tho parlor eating bread and honey The king was in the other room sizing ip his money. The kids were in the dining room and loud their laughter rang. Because they caught the latest germ the ping pong pang. If you go out in the evening for a nice informal call, In a moment after you hang up your hat, You're confronted by the hostess with a dinky little ball And a poor dead sheep's skin made into a bat. Then you struggle with the table, and you help her fix the leaves. Then pu'spire tying up tho net, and whang! The little ball gets busy, and the maiden fair, receives re-ceives And you suffer with the ping pong pang. I have a ping pong wiggle and I have a ping pong eye. My rubber neck is ping ponged out of shape. In my night-mares I jump up and beat a high ball on the fly, And I dance ai'ound a table like an ape. I have a ping pong wiggle and I have a ping pom wrist, And I've shaken all tho fellows in tho gang. My contortions are the finest, I've a fascinating twist, Since they steered me towards the ping pong pang. The queen was in the ' parlor, and she was going daft. The king was up against it with an awful overdraft, Ho wept in copious bunches as the youngsters laughter rang It costs so much to keep in shape for ping pong pang. Tod Goodwin. |