A Social Meteor — page 228: what you’re looking at

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218 A SOCIAL METEOR. though for what reason I can’t tell. Perhaps it was because I was kept so close at home, for grandfather would have raised his hands in holy horror at the mere mention of my going to such a wicked place, and yet ever so many of his hard-earned dollars went to buy bouquets for soubrettes and chorus girls. Well, one night four of us went to see a new comic opera, which had been uponthe boards for about a week, but which I had not yet seen. The opening chorus seemed stupid enough to me, as it was composed — entirely of men, and forty year old ‘girls,’ but when the star made her appearance, I went wild with enthusiasm.” “Was she so lovely ?” asked Georgie. “She was a dream,” he answered, peppering his soup vigorously, “tall and slight, with the blackest hair and eyes Iever saw. And her skin was like milk and roses, even against the trying gown of pink tulle which she wore. She seemed to float upon the stage, rather than walk, and her movements were the perfection of grace. he was the sort of woman to make a man lose his head, and I lost mine on the spot. “As you may imagine, I immediately hunted up some one who could introduce me to this en- —_— EomiIcbooks:co