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Do Fame and Money — with Luxurious Polo Stables and Private Swimming Pools — Mean so Much, After All?
the drivers. Going to organize 'em into a football team next fall. Making a little money, too, but, of course, nothing like you do. There's no one in the class who's made good the way you have, Johnny."
"Forget it!" said Johnny. "Ever been back to Madison?" "One commencement and three football games. I'm getting to be too respected a citizen to do my drinking at home."
"How does the old place look, anyway ?"
"The same. Hell, we've only been out three years! Lots of the fellows we knew are still there."
"And the girls?"
"Some of them. Whom do you think I ran into last time? Mary."
"Not Mary Winton?"
"Absolutely. She was studying post-grad. Housekeeping or horse-doctoring some such damned nonsense."
"And how was she?"
"The same."
"That's right," mused Johnny. "Mary couldn't ever be anything else but Mary."
"Gee, you're not still thinking about her. with Arabella and all these swell movie numbers — ?"
"I dunno, Mule. There's times I've had with M I won't ever stop thinking of."
"Yeah, you did run around with her quite a lot."
WHENEVER she'd let me. She was a funny girl. Mule. You know that last Kappa Mu dance, when I never showed up and the gang all thought I had passed out stewed some place. Well, Mary ran into me along under the shadow of Pickens Hall. She took my bottle away from me and drank half of what was left herself. Then we went down to the lake. Stole a sophomore's canoe and paddled right out to the center and splashed around for three or four hours. And when I'd kissed her about a thousand times and begged what was left of the hooch, she suddenly pushed me away from her and tells me to look. And there, seeming right off the edge of the canoe, was the wierdest sunrise you ever could see. Just pink and blue rays lapping up the waves. And Mary tells me that was what I was — only a sunrise, handsome and full of promise.
"That was like Mary," said Mule thoughtfully. "Did you know she was going to be married in the Spring?"
"Mary was always going to be married," laughed Johnny, "but it was always in the Spring. Good Lord, I haven't written to that girl for months! This movie game keeps you on the jump every minute. I'll have Kito wire her some flowers." He clapped his hands for the Jap.
"Miss Mary Winton — get her address from my secretary— fifty dollars' worth of orchids — Western Union — with my love," he ordered while Mule listened, awed. Then as Kito bowed his way toward the door, Johnny
Arabella D'Estang was lovely, blonde, provocative, the idol of sixteen million movie fans. To her interest Johnny Harlan, All-American halfback, owed his film success. Her interest was as important — and as golden — as the attention of a medieval queen.
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DRAWINGS
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RAY VAN BUREN
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