Chicago (Ill.) -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Women -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
Lottie Payson was striding home through the early evening mist, the
zany March wind buffeting her skirts--no: skirt; it is 1916 and women
are knicker-bockered underneath instead of petticoated. She had come
from what is known on the South Side as "spending the afternoon."
Of late years Lottie had given up this spending of afternoons. Choice
and circumstances had combined to bring this about. Her interests had
grown away from these women who had been her school-girl friends. The
two women with whom she lived made her the staff on which they leaned
more and more heavily. Lottie Payson was head of the household in
everything but authority. Mrs. Carrie Payson still held the reins.
The afternoons had started as a Reading Club when Lottie was about
twenty-five and the others a year or two older or younger. Serious
reading. Yes, indeed. Effie Case had said, "We ought to improve our
minds; not just read anything. I think it would be fine to start with
the German poets; Gerty and those."
So they had started with Goethe and those but found the going
rather rough. This guttural year had been followed by one of French
conversation led by a catarrhal person who turned out to be Vermontese
instead of Parisian, which accounted for their having learned to
pronounce _le_ as "ler." After this they had turned to Modern
American Literature; thence, by a process of degeneration, to Current
Topics. They had a leader for the Current Topics Class, a retired Madam
Chairman. She grafted the front-page headlines onto the _Literary
Digest_ and produced a brackish fruit tasting slightly of politics,
invention, scandal, dress, labor, society, disease, crime, and royalty.
One day, at the last minute, when she had failed to appear for the
regular meeting--grip, or a heavy cold--someone suggested, "How about
two tables of bridge?" After that the Reading Class alternated between
bridge and sewing. The sewing was quite individual and might range all
the way from satin camisoles to huckaback towels; from bead bags to
bedspreads. The talk, strangely enough, differed little from that of
the personally-conducted Current Topics Class days. They all attended
lectures pretty regularly; and symphony concerts and civic club
meetings.
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