ORTH SHORE BREEZ 
Manchester, Mass., Friday, May 7 
No. 19 
When Society House-hunts and Prepares for the Warm 
Weather Exodus 
By LIVINGSTON WRIGHT 
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quoth My Pretty Young Dowager, the other 
afternoon. In spite of her sauciness, she never looked 
more ravishing. Her Chinese blouse and apple-blossoim- 
ed checks made her semi-negligee perfectly intoxicating 
to me, although seeing that she was declaring ulti1ata so 
fast, i: of course, had to make a fashion of belligerency. 
“Wherefore the ukase?” I queried, sliding over to 
the sideboard and poking around for my favorite Scotch. 
“Why don’t you see? Are you blind, you obtuse 
thing?” 
I gazed at her. Gazed about the room. Gazed out 
of the window. Then came back to my, | fear, usual 
job of gazing at her. She did look luscious to me, 
“agreeable” or not “argreeable.” 
1 could not stand this thing any longer and darted 
over to wind my arms where they’ ddo me the most good ! 
“What is it now? What-IS it?” | demanded, just 
pulling that luscious mouth up to me. 
A sudden suspicion struck me. ‘Look here,” I said 
tragically “have your—Have you joined ’em?” 
“Not yet,’ she giggled, “but Marguerite Lobelia 
has! (The head caretaker). She’s a fullfledged Suff 
and is going to carry a banner in a parade next week.” 
“Oh, it’s worse than that, Jack! Your heart’ll be 
fractured, which means your stomach is going to be im- 
mediately reached !—Bungalow-hunting !” 
I sat kersmash down on the divan. 
So-0-0! 
This was it, was it? And quite enough, too. | 
bowed my head in my hands and the panorama of 
miserableness ran before by mental optics: 
My Pretty Young Dowager almost never “in.” 
I, pestering that savage Marguerite Lobelia with my 
calls and queries until there would be the inevitable 
“Well, fer gawd’s sake, I told ye twict: She’s up around 
the North Shore somewheres, looking for a summer 
place!” and a look which informed me I had best be 
making myself as seldom as 
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might be. : 
Then, when Valma was “in,” 
she would be so exhaused! 
And I detested salad-making % 
and rarebit-making and— in $ 
fact, most all “making” unless % 
her dainty fingers were putter- 
ing about and her velvety voice 
and lips were close by. 
Disorganization. Desperation. 
Damnation. That was what it 
would be—Damnation. 
“Valma,”’ I said in my most 
profound mien, “why, why DO 
you insist upon bungalowing 
every single spring?” 
“Silly thing,” she declared. 
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Jack! I won’t be agreeable! I just know I won't!” 
No one has seen 
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“People ‘clean house’ and catch pneumonia each spring, 
so why should’t I have my bungalow fever each spring?” 
“But,—oh my zounds and gadzooks! wasn’t the one 
you had last year livable enough?  MHeavenlike in its 
location by the ledges and sea? And so cosy and com- 
modious and convenient and-—everything ?” 
“It was my dear, all those and many more, but I got 
to ‘bungalow’ just the same. First.’”—and she assu.ned 
as much of the stately Portia attitude as her plump 
figure permitted—'‘First, because everybody else that is 
anything bungalows at this time of year. 
because one gets tired of a summer cottage, just as one 
gets tired of a last season’s chapeau. Thirdly—because 
one never knows what genuine bargains are kicking 
around until one gets out and skies through the Norta 
Shore. Why, think of the Bentleys! Their ‘cot’ cost 
them over $150,000 and yet, it is on the market! Why? 
—yjust because they got tired of it and are going to spend 
the season at the Selkirks. Fourthly—well, | bungalow 
because I love to bungalow!” 
“Fine! Grdnd!  Stupendously satisfactory!” | 
erowled. “Noble life. Joy to all. You full of colds 
and chills and congestion, and I full of indigestion and 
growls and glooms. Oh lovely days! Oh happy pros- 
pect!—Valma,” I demanded, “‘is this year’s ‘fever’ go- 
ing to run the full three weeks, like those of previous 
times ?” 
“Until I get a ‘bargain,’ 
she avowed. 
if I bungalow my head off,” 
I glanced despairingly about the room. Yes, there 
were certain portentions ‘signs.’ The automobile 
hamper reposed over at one end of the sideboard. 
Navaho blankets were piled in one corner. The auto 
coats were in the hall. 
But, next morning, I was 
Dowager bowling over the roads 
just as she knew I would be. 
with My Pretty Young 
for the North Shore, 
That delectable dame has 
her own way with me entirely too much! Soon as ever 
SOOUMOONNOONNOOKE I can think up a way to stop it, 
I surely shall do so! Yes sir! 
Well, it wasn’t so bad _ this 
first day. It seemed good to 
be back again. And everybody 
was out fixing up! The care- 
takers and gardeners were 
about, the jonquils were jump- 
ing, and the sea was at the old 
stand. We had a really enjoy- 
able cold-luncheon for once, 
there in the shade of the 
solemn pines. And the bar- 
gains !—-Well, Valma really can 
ask more questions and get 
away with it than any mortal [ 
ever beheld, only I do hope she 
won’t employ quite that skill in 
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