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February 12, 1938 - Image 13

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Saturday, February 12, 1938


Page Thirteen

Saud , Fer ,r 1 .198T E IHCA AL eTite


de TheCloc With Lord Beaconsfield
n er n OCK I(enjamin Disraeli)
A SWhy I'll never be able to hop any- the dancing couples with a dreamy
d where!" eye. A haze descended on them all.
wh"ere. Ah hopped in them.. . and All but Johnny, who slipped away.
foah many a yeah ah hopped in them,
O f Johnny G suh!" the Old Southern Gentleman A little while afterwards he returned
o n ny . said politely but firmly. happy and buoyant. They looked at
"But I'll trip over them, honest him wistfully.
A heN op I will." "Boys, I just me tthe swellest girl.
SO "You'll trip over them!" George Sesfo ayoto on .no
Ah the Potbellied Bartender said. "Look, just a town girl. She's from a place
byhoe11 tpoerat eehee'tak-ls fowaygiloute'ofrtown aplacno
_ys,_he doean't know what he's talk- called Dexter-I'll bet yu never
T WAS A SAD STORY that came to ing about! He's crazy! Are you crazy, heard of it-and I'm going to take
us-even unto the very day of the Johnny? Come on now, tell us. You her to this here J-Hop next year. I'm
J-Bop indeed. For it is the tale of ain't gone crazy have you, kid? Look, glad you told me about it."
the youngest member of the Boysin boys, he's gotta fever from this un- At first there was coldness like a
the Back Room, our gentle friend, ning around naked." And George the sorrowing winter wind, but in a mo-
Johnny Greenbehindtheears. Potbellied Bartender blushed, ment Peter the Deepthroated Belch
For weeks the Boys had looked for- "Look," pleaded Peter the Deep- looked eager, and then the Old South-
ward to the night when they could throated Belch, "Tonight is the J-Hop ern Gentleman smiled politely, and
send Johnny forth, bedecked in the and there you stand in your BVDs. George the Potbellied Bartender
It's uncivilized!" he shouted with a beamed Theyleaned foiward and
deepthroated eructation. hope climbed wearily into their hurt,
"But I'll only trip over them," worn faces,
He Hopped Over Johnny insisted.
"Oh, my gawd, he'll trip over them," So, little children, you see that
Peter moaned, all his dreams coming (Continued on Page 14)
down upon his head and turning to -
dandruff. "Boys, he'll trip over them!"
And he dropped brokenly into a chair.
George patted Peter on the shoulder
consolingly and looked menacingly at
Johnny. "What will the chaperons
think? What will your date think?"
"What do you mean, chaperons ...
and date?" Johnny asked terrified.
"Date ... I thought this was an indi-
vidual event and not for teams.
What's a date got to do with the7 '
J-Hop? Have I gotta belong to the
WAA?" And Johnny snorted satirical-
ly and wagged his head over his
"Teams, Johnny ... an individual
event and what was that crack about
the WAA?" Peter said weakly.
"The J-Hop is a dance, Johnny. It
is the biggest social gesture of the
JOHNNY GREENBEHINDTHEEARS year. They have two orchestras and
you get tight," George defined piously.
Old Southern Gentleman's swallow "And you have a fight with your
tails, Peter the Deepthroated Belch's girl," Peter added in a voice heavy
tux pants, George the Potbellied Bar- with awe.
tender's checkered vest and Payne "Boys! Do you mean that for a
Whitney studs. Johnny was late last month now I have been giving you
night and the Boys while away the my board money and my beer money
time counting out the extra buttons and you have been watching my diet
and the mildewed dollar bills they and you have been tightening my
had collected between them. belt .
That afternoon they had said to "So you could have the cash to go
him, "Johnny, you're ready. You're to the J-Hop," chimed all the Boys
in the pink. We got you into the together.
finest condition you could get into." "And I thought all the time you
And Peter had clinked those heavy were getting me in shape for an ath-
coins in his pocket meaningly. letic event. I was going to win my
M." Johnny looked as if he might
Johnny was eager enough but he break down, but anger blasted his
teemed mystified. The Old South- youthful countenance. "And I suppose
ern Gent mentioned it when Johnny that fortnight of running up and
had left that afternoon after he had down the Diagonal chasing that guy
been told to come back agai at seven, who always carried those little en-
"Suh, it is all a great mystery to velopes around under his arm and
him, a great glorious adventuah tah always just flicked them under my
him." And he wiped a tear away as nose, going from the Union to the
he politely thumped his cane against League and to the Library and to
the gabboon. The other boys made Ecorse and to the Engine Arch . .
plans, laying out the swallow tail that guy was the guy selling the
and rubbing the marks off the stag tickets."
celluloid collar with an art-gum "Yes," they all said unhappily.
eraser. "I thought all the time I was doing
Seven came and Johnny was late. roadwork and he was like in hare-
The Boys jingled their pockets im- and-hounds," Johnny said brokenly.
patiently and flicked the lint off the "I practiced hopping at night too. I
tux pants. Finally Johnny's step was could hop from here to the I-M." The
heard and they leapt to their feet. sigh from the Boys in the Back Room
The door flew open and there he ballooned his BVD shorts behind him
was, their own little Johnny. And and he recalled his n-dness. They
there were Johnny's BVDs and there saw him shiver, so George the P.B.T.
was Johnny in them. Across his chest threw him an old pair of overalls and
-hiding those gentle fronds of light he got into them, also donning the FOR YEAR-RG
blonde hair--he had a number torn fulldress shirt they had laid out for
from a calendar. And his knees were him. evening 1ori'
clattering together like a bundle of When he had dressed, the Boys rose
heads in a cram session. with Johnny in their midst and
"Johnny!" said Peter the D.T.B. walked in mournful silence to the door MSt go to JA
"Johnny!" said George the Pot.B.T. of the Armory. George the Potbellied
"Johnny, suh," said the O.S.G. Bartender offered the man there a women's Cl es
"There was no need of you to come little white envelope.
like that. You could have changed "That won't get you in here. That's cong dances f

over here," said Peter for it now was for the J-Hop."
his turn to be mystified. He motioned The Boys in the Back Room winced Spring polkadot
to the clothes on the bed. and Peter handed the man some
Johnny looked at the swallow tails. money. Upstairs they went and to- boleros.. print
"You mean I gotta wear those things? gether they sat in a corner watching
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