Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 220, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 December 1926 — Page 11

DEC. 20, 1926

YOU MADE US WHAT WE ARE TODAY, GIRL TELLS ‘ROBERT’

I Am the Flapper When My “Date” Demands That I Be One, and I’m Serious Minded When He Wants That, Dorothy’s Response. By Martha Lee A girl who calls herself a “flapper” has written a letter to the Martha Lee column in answer to “Robert.” That young man some days ago, confessed himself as “hard boiled” on the subject of the modem girl.

"To Robert, who condemns the modern girl In Friday’s Times, I address this retort. I am a girl of two kinds. I am the flapper when my ‘‘date’’ demand that X be the flapper. I am the serious minded girl with old-fashioned ideals when my date demands it. In other words, I am like the average girl of today. I am like the salamander or lizard which changes to the color of the object upon which it is resting. I am made to suit, providing the extremes are j#it the pattern. \"Robert is like all the modern young men. He probably played around with the “pet and die young” type, overlooking the meek little conservative girl who couldn’t keep up with him in the way of modern thrills of today. And now that he has tired of the fast type, he wants to settle down, but his friendship does not include the kind of girl he would like to marry. "This is what I can say to Robert —•and to all the Roberts in the world. He made the girl like she is, let her play around him, because he thought it was cute and she suited his particular fancy. He made this modern age in which the word "rate” had to be synonymous with “date.” And the girl was not to be excluded. "But when he goes to settlo down, he thinks that every girl is like those he met before. He is judging the whole world of womanhood by a, few flapperish conceptions. Let him remember that she is setting the example given by his own actions, but that there are lots of girls in the world, who are up-to-the-minute in manner and style, but who know

Saint and Sinner

By ANNE AUSTIN

THE STORY SO EAR RALPH CLUNNY, 68, wns murdered iust before he was to have married CHERRY LANE, 18. As if that not enousfh for people to talk about, Cherrv disappeared, leaving a note for her slater, FAITH, atying she could not go on with the wedding. Later it was discovered Cherry had run away and married CHRIS WILEY. The news la a terrific shook to Mrs. Lane. Cherry a mother, a aeml-lnvalid, Buffering with heart trouble. . „ ~ Cherry has lived a butterfly life. Always there have been many men in love with her a*d she has been engaged to more than a few. bhe tried to run away with ALBERT ETTLESON. a married traveling salesman, and was rescued by Faith and a young man. HOB HATHAWAY. Up to this time Bob had been very much interested in Cherry, but now he paid more attention to Faith, who lias loved him for a long time. They are engaged now and al though Faith did not want to announce it yet Bob has told the police and tin wo now So on with the story Faith's hand clung tremblingly to Bob’s shoulders as he answered the telephone. "Hathaway speaking. Hood morning, chief. She’s surrendered at Minturn? Will they be here in time for the inquest? That's good. See that the papers understand that she voluntalrly gave herself up, won’t you, Morehouse? Thanks.” ‘Oh, Bob.” Faith flung her arms about him as he turned. "Poor little? frightened Cherry! How dreadful she must be feeling now!” “Morehouse says the sheriff of Minturn County has just called him up. Said Cherry and Wiley drove up to his office. Cherry clutching a morning paper in her hands. Said she declared her innocence, her complete ignorance until that minute of Uncle Ralph's death, and begged to be allowed to come straight to town to give herself up for questioning. It looks good for her, honey.” Before Faith could answer, the front door bell rang. It was the advance guard of the afternoon papers to get anew angle on the case. One of the reporters was a nervous, eager-eyed, thin young girl, who insisted upon seeing Cherry’s room, •and noting down details of the furnishings of the whole house. “Our paper’s running columns of them tills afternoon,” she told Faith. "Os course we’re playing up her romance with Mr Wiley. Most of the letters were from him, and from a Mr. Ettleson, you know.”

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the restrictions and standards of fine womanhood." DOROTHY. She Refused Him Dear Martha Lee: I am a ifirl 20 years old and I have been going with a fellow for a year and a half, but lie drinks and although he says he will Quit, he does not. lie has asked me t marry him. but I refused and although I did not tell him my reason, it was because he drank. I love him and would like to break him of this habit. Please advise me. BLUE-EYED SALLY. I’m afraid you have an impossible task on your hands, Sally. A man who has really acquired a drinking habit can only overcome it through a strong personal desire. As he indicates he has not got this, your only weapon in the matter Is to frankly tell him that you cannot marry a drinking man. It’s then or never. If he loves you enough to want to give up the habit, it’s possible that he can triumph. You, of your own desire cannot break him. They Are Lonesome Dear Martha Lee: We are two girls, 17 years old. We dress nicely and can have m.v father's our whenever we want it, but the trouble is we have no good boy friends. We are not popular. We have tried every way to be Interesting, but boys don't eeem to want dates with üb. What do you think about it? LONESOME SEVENTEENS. My dears, I’m sure you are lonesome merely because that is a mood that accompanies your age at times. Another year or two, and I think you won’t be troubled that way, especially as you have no real reason, neither of you having been Jilted or having suffered any serious indignity. In the meantime, try to be interested in a number of things and don’t think too much about the boys.

Albert Ettleson! Faith bit her lip to keep from screaming out the horror that that name conjured up.. That foolish indiscretion of Cherry’s would now be brought against her, used to blacken her character in the eyes of the public. “I can’t understand,” she gasped, “why Chief Morehouse permitted the papers to use those letters. They are not evidence. They have no bearing on the—the death of Mr. Cluny.” "The papers are lucky that they aren’t real evidence; otherwise the chief would have had to guard them for the grand jury,” Miss Nichols, the reported, retorted. Then, at sight of Faith’s tortured eyes, she put her arm around Cherry’s sister and spoke soothingly. "Believe me, I’m sorry for you. Miss Lane. Don’t blame the papers, though. The real truth can’t hurt Cherry, and the public must have the news.” “I suppose so,” Faith said dully, hopelessly, as the two girls went back into the living room to join Bob and the men reporters, “I’ve been telling the boys, dear, what I told Morehouse last night—that we are engaged to be married," Bob took her hand. Faith and Bob consented to be photographed and the dull boom of the ashlight had hardly died away when Mrs. Lane, her kimono wrapped about her huge body, came waddling hurriedly into the room. "What do all these people want, Faith? Where’s Cherry? Dr. Atkins said she’d be home today. Where’s Cherry?” her voice rose to a scream, as the reporters stared at her blankly. “Good Lord! The old dame doesn’t know a thing about it," one reporter breathed audibly toanother. “Faith turned to them imploringly. "Please, won’t you all go now? My mother isn’t well —she has heart attacks. Please! Mr. Hathaway and I will see you all again at the—later, at Mr. Cluny’s,” she amended, growing even paler at the narrowness of her escape from using the dread word "inquest/ Next: How Faith • protects her mother from knowledge of the murder. (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, Inc.) > TO PRESERVE HOSE Silk hose will last many times as long if they are washed as soon as you take them off. LACE COLLARS Wash lace collars and cuffs in cof-fee-tinted water to restore ecru color. Press face down on turklsh towel. FLOWER FOR SHOULDER The really smart shoulder flower now Is made of the same material as the dress, with flat, floppy petals.

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( salts In the tub, a maid to brush I one’a golden locks, the dreary, weary round of choosing from a fat closet j which tricky French gown should be worn for the afternoon— The plot gets "turrlbler and turribler.” All this by way of preamble to the wise remark that there’s nothing new in the revelation of Milllcent Rogers Balm’s separation suit, that even wealthy girls have their troubles- Mlllicent, possibly the

world’s richest heiress, got a count. He was "nervous" and couldn't work, so her letters now being read In court reveal. Fapa didn’t like him, because Papa Rogers, the big oil and gasoline man, basely suspected that daughter Millie's "nervous” husband expected papa to support him in the style to which a count was entitled. One notes thnt when Mlllicent. who had been honeymooning on the Riviera out of her own pocketbook, found the home pressure too much, she decided to go home and have it out with papa. She loved her countie then, according to letters now being read in court. She’s ootne hack with

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