Mt. Pleasant Pyramid | 1915-08-27 | Page 6 | The Invitation

-r The Invitation. "Hello, Mabel!" "Oh, hello. George!" "How are you, Mabel?" "Just fine! How're you, George?" "Same. Say, Mabel, let's go through the park this afternoon. What say?" "Well ah-ah ahem I I ah I'm kind of well, I'm kind of tired, George." "Then you won't go?" "I'm so sorry, but, George, you understand un-derstand just how It Is, don't you, George, dear?" "Yes, I guess so. I suppose I'll have to ride w ith someone else, then." "Ride?" "Yes; my new eight-cylinder roadster road-ster came this morning." "Oh, George! Did it really? Isn't that Just splendid? Say ah George, I guess I'm not as tired as I thought I was." "Well, I wouldn't take any chances If I were you. Mabel. It doesn't pay. I'll take someone else." "But really, dear. I'm not tired a bit. Honestly." "It's sweet of you to say that, but I don't want to take advantage of your kindness. Good-by, Mabel." Mabel slammed the receiver viciously vicious-ly on the hook. "Darn it!" she muttered. mut-tered. "Why didn't he say bo In the first place?" Michigan Gargoyle.