Elisa Armstrong Bengough

Summary

Elisa Armstrong Bengough The Teacup Club

Never go back after once saying good-by,” said the president.
“True,” said the brown-eyed blonde, “by the way, Dorothy, why weren’t you at Effie’s to-day?”
“I fancy my invitation was lost in the mail,” replied the blue-eyed girl. “I shall mention it to Effie as soon as I see her, so she will not feel that I’ve slighted her intentionally. Why, Frances, dear, did those mean things let you sit all through luncheon with the end of your, ah—detachable hair showing and a dab of powder on your nose? How mean and envious some people are!”
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Elisa Armstrong Bengough The Teacup Club

It seems to me that a man laughs at whatever he fails to understand, and then feels that he has replied to the argument.”
“Perhaps that is the reason that men laugh at so many jokes in which I can see nothing funny,” said the girl with the eyeglasses.
“No doubt of it,” said the brown-eyed blonde, “but, girls, never attempt to imitate them. I did once, and Annie—you know how obtuse she is—kept asking loudly what I was laughing at, and I couldn’t tell her. When a man had just made the remark that he was glad to find a girl with a keen sense of the ridiculous, too!”
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Elisa Armstrong Bengough The Teacup Club

Why, here is Elise! What has made you late to-day?”
“A discussion with a stupid man,” cried the girl with the Roman nose. “Only think, he actually said that no woman was mathematician enough to count up her own birthdays correctly. I was so enraged—why, he said that ‘I am twenty-two’ is the same thing to a girl as ‘Polly wants a cracker’ is to a parrot, or the Spanish fandango to a guitar player—but what on earth is wrong? You all look so queer.”
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