puppy! I'm full of pep and no control! I just bought a bathing suit that"
"I saw it" I interrupted, "And you'd better take along enough change to pay your fine. All that costume conceals is your religion!"
"Is that so?" says Hazel, curling her lip, "Well, that sea-going negligee of yours is one garment that calls for beauty—and courage—on the part of its wearer, believe me!"
"What of it?" I asked her "Haven't I got enough of both?"
"Don't let's fight" yawns Hazel, "It's too hot."
Well, as we can each dress as fast as any firemen in the world, we're motoring to Long Beach within the hour to find out for ourselves just what the wild waves were saying. Honestly, had I known what was going to happen to me, I'd have stayed home and listened to the rollers over the radio!
Leaving the bath house, dressed to thrill, we found the beach just littered with likely young men and that coincidence immediately removed Hazel's desire to plunge into the briny. Even I had to admit that my beauteous room-mate was something to think about in a bathing suit, especially, in that lo and behold one she was wearing. As far as that part of it goes, the boys didn't seem disposed to laugh me off either. Several masculine gasps of admiration—which we divided
