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Show 145 had wonderful social events, with one hundred per cent participation at dances, no wallflowers, no timid boys turned down when they invited girls to dance. Back home I saw my old friends with newer, clearer vision, how they screamed louder and laughed more coarsely when they knew boys were in town, how they would accept "after-dates" and get in the Tin Lizzies with boys they didn't know, neck and pet with same. They seemed very cheap to me, so I simply withdrew from their company. In this manner I was soon choosing my own company, and went from wallflower to snob in one easy season. My choice, Mary Shipp, gravitated back to me and so did the boys Eldon's age. Eldon himself was not ashamed to dance with me, so I was over the hump. With the early marriages out of the way our crowd fell into a sort of platonic association of older brothers, Eldon, Ab Ross, Charlie Shipp, Robert Wells, and Delwin Owens, with their respective sisters or cousins, myself, Vaughn Ross, Mary Shipp and Ferol Owens. We had parties, vchicken wakes, mostly, with the boys foraging out to steal chickens and the girls making biscuits. It was also considered great fun for a contingent of the foragers to call a farmer out to the gate and engage him in lengthy conversation while their henchmen milked his cows so we could make ice cream. Our parents went along with the form of juvenile delinquency up to a point: we became unpopular when we stole laying hens. |
