Swing (Jan-Dec 1953)

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194 win "Honest? How cute. How old did you say he was?" "Just seventeen and very effeminate for his age." She nods and murmurs in musical, sympathetic tones. "That's an adorable age. Did you say it was a girl?" "Yes, his name is Myrtle. He's a wonderful help to his mother." "Little darling." "Yes. I tell them of city advantages but that they'd be better off in the penitentiary." "Where did you say you were?" "New York Central freight depot. You see, with only one child, Mrs. Jones is naturally anxious that it should grow up healthy." Her absent minded nod indicates full attention. "He plays with tarantulas and drinks great drafts of ale." "Oh, you're quite a poet!" "No, I'm an artist." This sharpens her attention. "Oh, do you paint? How marvelous, darling. Do you allow visitors in your studio?" "I'm so afraid it will bore them that I've never asked any, though I've never prevented them from coming." "Oh, how could anyone be bored at anything?" "Your enthusiasm isn't a common asset, Sam. My studio is over a vacant lot and no one always comes there." "Oh, then you're not married?" "Dear no! A man who is married to his art can't commit bigamy." "How clever." Again she is ap praising a hair-do. "So you're a bachelor." "Yes, but my wife keeps me company. We'd be delighted if you'd drop in on us some Saturday between four and six a.m." "I'd be delighted!" Her eye now catches an acquaintance just coming in and you say: "Hope you don't mind a bit of unconventionaUty, if we have coffee made from morphine, served with jelly beans and sugar, the Egyptian fashion?" "Oh, I think it much better than cream. I adore unconventionally." "You're glad you met me, I'm sure." "Awfully nice of you to say so." Anything goes at a cocktail party, but no one goes home.