BADIN BULLETIN
Page Seventeen
A Unique Social Evening
The following girls were most royally
entertained recently by Mrs. R. V. Rich
ards at her home on Maple Street:
Misses Gladys Fuller, Lala Ferrabee,
Johnnie Ferree, Cora Williams, Tom
mie Jones, Gladys and Ruth Mason, Ella
C. Cogdell, and Ruth Kendall.
After a few words of greetings each
girl was called upon to take part in
the entertaining. Miss Ferrabee was
first asked to sing for us, but she in
formed us that she “Took lessons” in
the day time, therefore, could not sing
at night, but very charmingly substi
tuted a beautiful selection on a french
harp. Then followed other things of
interest. Miss Fuller favored us with
a piano solo entitled “ ’Possum up the
’Simmon Tree,” Miss Ruth Kendall at
tempted to recite that very new and pop
ular poem, “Mary Had a Little Lamb,”
but after several attempts and being
prompted by different ones she gave it
up—much to the satisfaction of all pres
ent. Next came “Baby Bye, there’s a
Fly” by Miss Williams, which brought
forth loud and long applause. Mrs.
Richards then gave us a selection on
the Ukelele entitled “I'm Going to Live
a Humbug Till I Die.” She received
an encore whereupon she sang in tones
of sadness; “Nobody Loves a Fat Girl”
which brought tears to the eyes of those
present who were so unfortunate as to
be fat, viz,: Misses Gladys Mason and
Johnnie Ferree, Miss Cogdell then very
charmingly recited “Tommie Had a Lit
tle Watch,” after which Miss Ruth
Mason recited “There Was a White Rab-
>.bit.” Miss Tommie Jones then sang in
\^elodious tones, “Sweet Dardenelli.”
She wondered why she didn’t get an
encore. Miss Johnnie Ferree, being very
timid and unaccustomed to such.enter
taining positively refused to recite for
us, but did, later on in the evening,
entertain us in a different manner. Miss
Gladys Mason presumed they were sav
ing the “Best till last” as they called
upon her last to give us something of
interest—which she did.
Then last, but not least we were sum
moned to the dining room by the clank
ing together of knives and forks. There
we were most formally served with
“Hot Dogs,” loaf bread, pickles, and cof
fee. Then came the discussion as to
who should wash dishes, and it was
finally decided that Misses Cogdell and
Williams should, but as the hour was
growing late the said girls gave their
regrets and said they really must not
stay up longer.
We all departed unanimously voting
Mrs. Richards a most charming hostess.
Tennis in Badin
Time: Some time after 4.30 p. m. on
any Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
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CHILDREN OF MR. AND MRS. ROBERT
MORTON, PINE STREET
(Note:—Above are days on which you
can date up your best girl for a set, and
be sure you’re going to get a court.)
Place: Racket Club courts.
Enter the hero—L M. Offish attired
in immaculate khaki overalls and a 1911
model Yale head cover and the heroine
Miss Ura Flirte in a coquettish gingham
gown of the latest Dolly Varden—or
perhaps its Betty Wales—pattern. Pair
are engaged in interested (I didn’t say
interesting) conversation.
She (prettily): “If rowing on the
lake is boating why isn’t playing tennis,
courting?”
That’s too deep for him and besides
he’s wondering just at this time how to
get his Sunday suit out of hock at
■p. J. Reiner’s clothing emporium in time
to go to the American Legion Ball.
He, at last: “My, what a fine racket?”
She: “I didn’t hear anything, Isaac.'
I mean, Mr, Offish.”
The game starts with a remarkable
burst of speed. Ura. gains the first
point. “Love, fifteen” yells Isaac.
She, aside: “I wonder what that
means, something like sweet sixteen I
expect.”
Still the game proceeds. When the
polnta are thirty-forty Isaac lands
square with a side swipe that’s the
downfall of the fair one.
“Deuce,” yells I, M. “My, what a
profane man” thinks his opponent as
she readjusts her chewing gum, which
had become slightly disarranged during
the melee. Two more points, and his
grme.
The lady serves and the game pro
ceeds, His game again. I. M. shoots
over a fast one. “Fifteen, love,” saya
I'c. “He’s getting mighty familiar,”
thinks Ura as she biffs the ball into
the ret. Three more points in his favor.
Then, “It’s a love game,” says he. “It
is that,” replies Ura, “but I thought
you were too green to see it that way”
at which the hero breaks down utterly,
and is led gibbering off the court.
Mr. and Mrs. Parks Honored
Monday evening. May 3, Mr. and Mrs.
Clarence W. Coffman gave a bridge of
nine tables in honor of Mr. and Mrs.
0. E. Parks of Michigan City, Ind., who
have spent the winter with their son
and daughter, Mr. and Mrs. R. E. Parks
of Henderson Avenue. Among those
present were Mr. and Mrs. 0. E. Parks,
Mr. and Mrs. R. E. Parks, Mr. and Mrs.
John E. Stirling Thorpe, Mr. and Mrs.
Harold R. Wake, Dr. and Mrs. W. T.
Shaver, Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence G. Dan
iels, Mrs. J. T. Kennedy, Mr. and Mrs.
Bernard F. Fuller, Mrs. W. B. Fuller,
MORE HAVE ARRIVED
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MEN’S AND YOUNG MEN’S SUITS
PA1.M BKACHES IN T.ATEST STYLES
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