It seemed
strange at Times that these Head Coaches who knew just how to jolly
up any Man were not out spending some Millionaire's Money instead of
writing Pieces for the Paper.
All the Articles on the Woman's Page and all the strait-laced Men
that she met came down Hard on the Female who is trying to be a Real
Bohemian. She learned from a dozen different Sources that Men have no
earthly Use for the Zipper who tries to do a Mile in less than Two
and kites around in a Hack without a Chaperon and carries her own
Cigarettes.
And she heard nothing but Expressions of Horror concerning the Woman
who Drinks. Her Male acquaintances often brought up the Painful
Subject. They said it was all right for a Man to move up to a High
Ball once in a While, and a Cocktail before Dinner didn't do any
Harm until after the Seventh or Eighth. But it did look Tough to see
Mere Children of about twenty-three Years of Age going after the Dry
Manhattans.
After sounding the Men on the Liquor Question the long-headed Girl
made a solemn Resolve that she would never hit up anything stronger
than Cherry Sundae.
When she had her Note Book full of useful Directions she found a
Chance to try out her System. She was invited to a Swell Dinner Party
at which all the Nice Men in Town were to be rounded up. She put on
a simple White Gown and wore a Rose in her Hair, and just before
starting she locked all of her Slang words in the Escritoire, whatever
that may be.
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