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“MOVIES”
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“I hope not. These conferences are always such bores. Good night dear.”
“Good night Daddy” smiled Ann, looking up from her book.
As Mr. Dixon prepared to leave the house, Ann’s mother called her to the phone, telling her Eve wanted to speak with her.
Ann’s mother, hearing her say, “Why . no, I don’t think I’d better. Mother’s going to be alone,” said:
“What is it, dear?”
“Mrs. Munroe’s going out and Eve wants me to spend the night with her.”
“Well, if you’ve done your home work, go along . . . don’t worry about me. Daddy yon’t be late.” And Ann joyfully accepted love’s invitation.
Mr. Dixon, having left the house, quickly got into a closed car standing near the curb, greeted a young woman seated inside, and gave directions to the driver:
“Pierpont Inn,” he §aid briefly.
That evening. Eve and Ann retired to the former’s bedroom where they applied themselves studiously to their lessons for nearly an hour before Eve tossed her book aside impatiently. The girls were lounging comfortably on the bed in their pajamas. Eve produced a salacious novel. Ann was shocked.
Eve began reading a chapter in which the author left
"Amu, you’re lovely ’’ breathed Ralph passionately as they sank on the divan, embracing.
little to the reader’s imagination in describing a passionate love scene between the hero and heroine. Ann’s eyes grew large with wonder. She was shocked and thrilled by this vivid book.
“This brings back last Summer and a certain very hot number” said Eve, smiling. “Did that lad know his stuff? When he kissed you, you stayed kissed.”
“Eve, do you let boys kiss you?” asked Ann, wondering.
“Are you kidding me?” answered Eve. “No.”
“Nobody could get that dumb in forty years,” said Eve.
Downstairs, Mrs. Munroe and her friends were drinking and exchanging risque repartee. Came sounds of boisterous hilarity. Ann looked questioningly at Eve, who grinned knowingly.
“Mother’s party must be getting rough. Let’s watch them!”
Eve and Ann tiptoed to the top of the stairs where they could watch the party which was getting ready to leave the house. Mrs. Munroe and a Mr. Wheeler stole to a corner of the hallway, and there exchanged an embrace and a kiss.
“Is your mother going to marry that Mr. Wheeler?” asked Ann.
“Marry him?” scoffed Eve. “What for? Why Dad hasn’t even agreed to a divorce yet. So what? Come on . . . Come on, Ann, snap out of it . . . let’s have fun.”
Mrs. Munroe and her friends having departed, Eve and Ann went downstairs to the living room. Eve took one of the half-filled glasses and drained it greedily. Then she placed a cigarette in a holder and inhaled easily. She then filled two cocktail glasses and handed one to Ann. The first sip of the cocktail was pleasant and Ann drained her glass also. “It’s good” she commented. She picked up a cigarette and took a generous puff. The smoke made her cough and she put it down hastily.
“Atta girl” said Eve. “Try a puff.” “I don’t think I ought to” demurred Ann.
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MOTHERS
Are y o m r daughters stepping out too much? Do you neglect your home to be MODERN? Are you guilty of parental negligence? . . . Are honor and chastity lost virtues? Will your daughter pay the bitter penalty of youthful folly?*