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SMAD. An Organ of Student Opinion. 1937. Volume 8. Number 2.

Socialities

Socialities

Belle Scandal at the Ball—Freshers Given the Once-Over

Belle Scandal—our Social Chat Columnist was at the Ball on Friday night, gathering sparkling dewdrops of news from other people's conversations and being generally scintillating in her effort to gather them.

She heard Nora McLaren being . asked if she were a fresher!

She listened in to two young things discussing the "Floor," the "Music", the "Crowd," and the "Supper," and was impressed by their originality of topics.

She discovered, too, that to be In you must learn your cues for the latest gag which goes somewhat like this:—

He: You're dizzy—(said ad-miringly).

She: I know I am—(giggles down on his chest).

He: (An encouraging smile.)

She: I like being dizzy; I'm glad I'm dizzy.

He: Go On.

She: Boys like dizzy girls—(snuggles and says very confidingly with an upward glance from languid eyes) and I like Boys!

—And Belle warns all Bright Young Things to be quick on the uptake as soon as they hear a whisper of "Dizzy."

She dropped a pearl about a Pat Mac someone who sang in a voice like John Keats that little snatch of song—"In her eyes there was moonlight and a rose in her hair."

—He ought to have known, anyway.

Her sympathies were aroused when she saw a mournful fellow wearing a species of daisy that is known to grow only in the cemetery. She was actively commiserating with him in his bereavement but was astonished to find that his brand of daisy had a peculiarly reminiscent smell—or was it the daisy ?

She reports having caught the repercussions of a Pun from the stage corner from one, Jack-Aimers to please! And telling us of that reminded her of a new Knock! Knock! It goes thus:

Knock! Knock!" "Who's there?"

"'S'Aimers." "S'Aimers Who?"

"'S'Aimers it always used to be!"

She recovered in time to hear that a petite lass has come Justine time to save a big fellow with a dark forelock from going to the Dogs, also that one of our Disillusioned Youths has a most attractive young sister but beware!—she is not Free to any man.

This is the last staggering pun —Can you take it? A tramping fellow was looking soulful and not dancing. Someone asked why, whereupon an unmentionable said, "He can't—he has Scot-knee trouble.

(Of course you can't—neither could she!)