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Show THE SUMMER GIRL PERENNIAL (They were sitting together on the sand in bathing suits. He is sunburned and she, too, has a nose liberally sprinkled with freckles. They look at each other. Follows more looking and more. Both single, she tremulously; he contentedly. con-tentedly. Finally, she smiles slyly; he smiles boldly. He pours sand over her fingers. She pouts. He puts his hand on hers.) She (trying to blush) Don't. He (tightening his grip) Why? She Because. He (sitting closer beside her) But I like to. She (looking at her hand lying in his) Why? He Oh, I don't know. She (making false pretenses of the liberty of her fingers I'll have to go. He Why? She I have to. He (quietly putting his arm about her) I won't let you. She You mustn't do that. He Why? She Because you mustn't. (He after looking around and seeing that no one observes them, suddenly kisses her.) She Oh! He What? t. She You shouldn't. He Why not? But he found out why not, for early that fall ho met her face to face on the avenue, dressed in the most harmonious autumn style. He rushed forward eagerly and raised his hat, "Gladys," he cried. But with a glance of queenly disdain she merely looked at the bowing and blUBhing youth with the lemon soda hair, sidestepped side-stepped him with consummate art and delicacy, eelvated her nose into the air, and passed on. Cuthbert reeled and began to walk up the avenue as though he were climbing Mont Blanc. This is an old, old story, but Cuthbert -was very, very young and had to learn it. Town Talk. |