bernice bobs her hair - washington state university.pdf

BERNICE BOBS HER HAIR Warren McIntyre, who casually attended Yale, being one of the unfortunate stags, felt in his dinner-coat pocket for a by cigarette and strolled out onto the wide, semidark veranda, F. Scott Fitzgerald where couples were scattered at tables, filling the lantern- hung night with vague words and hazy laughter. He nodded here and there at the less absorbed and as he passed each couple some half-forgotten fragment of a story played in his After dark on Saturday night one could stand on the first tee mind, for it was not a large city and every one was Whos of the golf-course and see the country-club windows as a Who to every one elses past. There, for example, were Jim yellow expanse over a very black and wavy ocean. The Strain and Ethel Demorest, who had been privately engaged waves of this ocean, so to speak, were the heads of many for three years. Every one knew that as soon as Jim curious caddies, a few of the more ingenious chauffeurs, the managed to hold a job for more than two months she would golf professionals deaf sister--and there were usually several marry him. Yet how bored they both looked, and how wearily stray, diffident waves who might have rolled inside had they Ethel regarded Jim sometimes, as if she wondered why she so desired. This was the gallery. had trained the vines of her affection on such a