Sackcloth and Ashes For One

NZ Truth, Issue 1198, 15 November 1928, Page 19

Sackcloth and Ashes For One

i 8 | DIXIE MACHREE.— Not a letter this-, just a "hello" signal from the \jk ]; Jt outer darkness into which, as you will remember from your Q f Sunday school days,, the foolish virgins were unceremoniously ju g booted. • Si \ I'm one of, 'em. I haye — as .you guess — been partying again, and <* B feel like the sorrows of Satan, but less aristocratic. _ # |, And just" between you and me, I'nva wee bit tired of modern parties. Sjg There,- are only two sorts. Either you trot off to the Cabaret — quid sakes.! — and, are propelled around the rbom by some starchy young man who holds-you, as' if you were frozen mutton and he were afraid you'd melt; or else you repair to somebody's bach, hoping for a really convivial evening, and find tight men and loose ladies festooned all 1 over the ' 'few comfortable chairs. It's modern, but is it art? Come down some day — or some' night — and we'll have a real party all on. our wild lones. — Yours, all dusty and ash-plastered, TAFFY.