It is rather startling to have
about six feet of black trouser legs and white shirt front come
and ask one to dance and then to get one's eyes raised as far as
the top of what looks like a particularly thin pair of tree
trunks and see a little boy's face.
As this Theme is to contain discription I shall discribe
the ball room of the club where the eventful party occurred.
The ball room is white, with red hangings, and looks like
a Charlotte Russe with maraschino cherries. Over the fireplace
they had put "Merry Christmas," in electric lights, and the
chandaliers were made into Christmas trees and hung with colored
balls. One of the balls fell off during the Cotillion, and went
down the back of one of the girl's dresses, and they were
compelled to up-end her and shake her out in the dressing room.
The favors were insignifacant, as usual. It is not
considered good taste to have elaberate things for the school
crowd. But when I think of the silver things Sis always brought
home, and remember that I took away about six Christmas
Stockings, a toy Baloon, four Whistles, a wooden Canary in a
cage and a box of Talcum Powder, I feel that things are not fair
in this World.
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