Another interesting angle of the case is to the effect that Pauline never rode a horse until last winter. One of the Goldwyn pictures required this feat, so one perfectly handsome cowboy was engaged to teach “Polly” to ride. The riding lessons were frequent all winter and Hollywood expected to hear of one of those “high born lady chauffeurs”—in this case cowboy star—marriages. However, that’s now cold.
This is a modern society drama in four acts:
And then what do you suppose meets? Their attorneys.
Army teamsters are known for their science of cursing. One of the trucks was deep in the mud and defied all his efforts and curses. A chaplain passing just then shocked.
“Friend, don’t you know who died for sinners?” he said. The answer was quick, “Damn your conundrums; can’t you see I’m stuck in the mud?”
Without further questions the chaplain decided to retreat.
He sipped the nectar from her lips, As neath the moon they sat; And wondered if another man Had drank a mug like that.
A tool chest was the old hen’s nest, I’ll bet you cannot match it; She cackled when she tried to set Upon a nail and hatchet.
A passing breeze Exposed her knees; Milady did not care, She blushed for fear Her naked ear Might cause the men to stare.
_Mamma loves papa,_ _Papa loves wimmin;_ _Mamma caught papa_ _In swimmin’ with wimmin._
A girl A bride A man A groom A perfect moon A scrap or two A bench Old stuff A sigh You say A perfect spoon Alas! Too true.
A bit in doubt as to whether her husband had gone to their mountain cabin with male escorts, friend wife decided to call up and find out. The following conversation took place:
Husband—Why, I was just washing out my X, Y, Z’s.
Mother may I a-riding go? Yes, my sweet Lucille But give your friend this sound advise, Keep one hand on the wheel.
All forms of love, I know tis true Are bound to cause a quake or two But still I’m betting, the most upsetting Is love in a canoe.
A girl is getting old when she begins to sigh over the pictures in the album.
Living together when tied with the bonds of matrimony is often a knotty life.
The solid man has no sediment in his makeup.
Although the rest of New York can’t seem to see why they are so excited about it, all the high brow married ladies of Greenwich Village are in a lather of emotion. Ruth Hale has set ’em free.