human
If I were _you_, Margaret, and _my_ husband behaved to _me_ as Jim is behaving to _you_, _I'd_----
gpt
When you married Jim, Margaret, you were the prettiest----
human
No wonder Dora's husband divorced her.
gpt
It's a wonder she wouldn't confine herself to making trouble for her own husbands without----
human
The trouble with you, Margaret, is that you're too good to Jim, letting him run around with Dora and not doing anything yourself. If you had any sense you'd make him so jealous he'd walk on his hands and hold a loaf of sugar on his nose for you.
gpt
Say, Fannie, why don't you tell your friend Ned to cut in here and pay a little attention to Marge?
human
Oh, Ned's no good.
gpt
Well, then, I'll tell my husband to----
human
Don't you do it! I started my husband once on a thing like that and he went at it so strong--Choose a bachelor.
gpt
That's right. Ned's not married. Let him do it.
human
Somebody ought to.
gpt
Say, Fannie, call Ned on the 'phone.
human
All right. I'll be back in a minute.
gpt
Say, Marge, we'll eat at the Royal Gorge and I'll put you and Ned side by side.
human
And _I'll_ sit next to your husband and tell him how strong Ned is with the ladies. He'll take a good look all right.
gpt
Now buck up, Marge, and encourage Ned a little. Don't be a fool.
human
I tell you, Marge, you'll do a lot more with Jim by cutting up a little bit than by all this dieting you're trying to do.
gpt
Say, Marge, it's a good thing you've got on your white broadcloth and your willow plumes.
human
You can get 'em at Delatour's now for twenty-five dollars.
gpt
Hello, Fannie, did you get Ned?
human
I got him all right, but what do you think? He's got another date for to-night, so he can't come.
gpt
Oh, flam!
human
Well, well, here's Dora now, as usual. I suppose she'll try to butt in.
gpt
Got to sweep right along, girlies. Going to buzz out to the Inland Inn for dinner with Ned. Yep. What's the matter? You know Ned. Our old friend Ned. The same. He's waiting for me now. G'bye.
human
Now I warn you to cut it out of the tyrannical manikin with a cinder in the eye of his self-conceit. Their friends hear them quarreling and follow them into the Purple Parlor. There's a terrible row in the Purple Parlor. The Purple Parlor is full of persons explaining. Fannie explains. Charlie explains. Each person explains, individually, to each other person, individually. Each couple reaches a satisfactory explanation. But, somehow, when they start to explain that explanation to the next couple, it vanishes. Everybody runs about trying to find it. The waiter runs about trying to find the gen'l'man to pay for the undrunk drinks back in the Tea Room. Frank, being the only member of the party who hasn't been drinking, can't help seeing what the waiter means. He pays the bill. Then he exerts himself like a sheep-dog and runs the whole crowd down the corridor and out into a couple of taxicabs. The air reminds them of unsatisfied appetites. Conjugal problems are things of the past. As the taxicabs jump out from the curb to the street-center everybody's head is out of window and everybody's voice is saying
gpt
The Suddington,
human
The Grünewurst,
gpt
Max's,
human
The Royal Gorge,
gpt
Perinique's.