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ROAD to RUIN
By Ruth Schwerin
From the True Life Photoplay. Part Z.
ANN DIXON, swept into the reckless abandon of girlhood “on the road to ruin". In.* given in details in the February issue), was having an “affair’ with Ralph Bennett.
At the moment that Ann was permitting Ralph to make passionate love to her, her mother was remarking to Ann’s father :
“I can’t imagine what's keeping Ann so late."
“Von certainly should he used to if by now. I certainly don’t approve of the way these youngsters chase all the lime," said Mr. Dixon firmly.
“Who's fil ing old-fashioned now? I like to have her with \omig people . . . it's good for her," said his wife.
“Don't you think it also might fie a good idea for her to come home to her meals once in a while?”
“I'll put dinner on the table right away. We won’t wail any longer lor her.’’
“Oh. Ann.” called Mr. Divon. as bis daughter came in at this juncture.
'X cs. Daddy.'
"Ann. I think you air showing your mother very little consideration being late like this."
“I'm story Daddy,” lied Ann. “Mrs. Monroe ga\ e a tea and Kvc and I helped serve. I didra*! realize it was so Sate.”
"All right this time, hut no more. Understand.” admonished her father.
“Sit down. I’m glad
A tin tens having an affair with Ralph
you are home, dear. Dinner’s ready, announced Mrs. Dixon.
“1 couldn’t. Mommy , . . I'm up to hero with cake atsd things,” said Ann guiltily.
“Just a little something,” hogged her mother.
“I couldn’t, please.”
“Well, your Dad’s starved. Come along, dear.”
“Better change your mind,” advised her father.
As her parents entered the dining room, Ann tip toed to the telephone in the hall and called Eve.
“E\e. is it still all light for tomorrow night? Brad's expecting you.”
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It was the middle of the evening, and Brad's party was already in full swing. Ann had already saluted Ralph with a kiss. Everyone was well under the influence of licpior when someone suggested a strip crap game. The idea was hilari ouslv received. An excited group gathered on the floor in the center of the room. Eve started the game hy turning to a drunk and saying gaily:
“Thanks. Mister, I'll take you.” “Sure, where to?” he blubbered, in return.
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