Page 16 Scribulus The Socialite Very tactful resorts to most anything to obtain a following which she hopes will follow her even to the place wherein she can demonstrate her superiority: the reception hall. She is eternally in avid pursuit of interesting information concerning the favorite subject of discussion at the last reception to be favored with her presence. In ordinary conversations, she is bored to tears by any subject about which she can't remember some unusual bit from the discussions in previous receptions, dinners, or tea parties. Her sophistication verges upon ennui; her affectations are numerous but seldom versatile; and her unwarranted self-consciousness makes for mistaken aloofness. Spring Issue Page 17 A NIGHT AFTER THE OPERA The table was all laden with food to eat. Still the man sang on, and the piano player tossed his head and pounded the piano, and the big, fat lady with the low-cut evening gown read her poetry. Everyone sat still and clapped their hands when the musicians had finished. Once the little dog escaped from his mistress and ran about the room, and the butler set out after it and the fat lady screamed Clarence, Clarence my poor little Clarence will be killed. But finally the dog was caught and the fat lady took it and talked to it sayin, Poor little soul you shouldn't be naughty. My little baby had better be good now. Watch the man sing, Clarence. Then she kissed him and the dog licked her face. Then the tenor sang L'Zhanno, by Farady. First he started low, but he gradually got higher until he got to high C, then he went Ah, oh, a, ee, a, eeee, scraduna, scraduna, scram-dun-a. The last na was so high that the piano player stopped playing and the people all leaned forward in their seats. Then the tenor broke right off sharp. And everyone got around him congratulating and all that. The tenor was small and had black hair, combed up with a marcel in it, and also black eyes. When he bowed a lock of hair would come down on his shiny forehead, and he would toss his head impatient-like, like a horse. Then somebody I think it was the butler said dinner is served Madam and we all rushed for seats. The fat lady sat at the top, next to her on the right sat the tenor, then a girl, then a man, then a girl, and so on down to me, then around to the piano player who was on the fat lady's left. It seemed like the food was good, and there seemed to be quite a bit, but somehow I couldn't get full it being so light and fluffy you know. All the wimmin kept lookin at the tenor but the men just stared at their plates like they were sore or something and I heard one mutter, Damn Spick. Tom McQuown. Distinctive SUMMER APPAREL Arriving Daily at Popular Prices BRITT ANS REPETITION All that I am, or may be, has been said By one of stature more immense, of hand More firm on driving wheel, of mind More certain to a line: one who signed His meaning, wrought unmemoried, in brand Of stone on mountains of these dead. Ardell Cardon.