Miss Gladys Tee-Urn's remarkable sea story of Naval life, "With Little Dorrit Through the Panama Canal," recently concluded in these columns, was such a success with our two readers that we have decided to follow it up with Miss Tee-Urn's latest work: "Boule de Suit or The Night Life of Paris," writes Lane-Norcott in the "Daily Mail."
This sensational story deals with the adventures of Vera de la Plage, a beautiful West End manicurist, who is lured to a mysterious temple in the jungle by Li Ti Ti, a Burmese business man and Old Etonian, where she meets David Copperfeld, the man of her dreams.
Who has stolen the sacred camel of Sham-Regard? Can Little Nell, heiress to the Smith millions, escape from the evil machinations of "Chotapeg" Shaw, alias Quelp, the only white witch doctor in Burma? Why is Maud Twinge, the handsome City typist, and Miss Throgmorton Street 1939 in the power of Scrooge, the meanest outside broker in Ceylon?. Look for the answers to these questions in next year's amazing first instalment of "Up a Gum Tree With Edwin Drood." It is Miss Tee-Urn's greatest masterpiece, ere You Have Been Warned Suyce time immemorial it has been the quaint old custom on Pier Wednesday for a single man who finds himself attracted to a girl on a pier to sit down and paint her a pretty card bearing some such appropriate wording as the following:
As sun to earth and grass to dew, I am attracted, dear, to you; Pray take this loving heart of mine And be my Seaside Valentine.
The young man then sends this card by a chair attendant and goes and waits in the skittles alley for a reply.
If, after mature consideration, the girl looks with favour on these advances, she, in her turn, paints a pretty card depicting two entwined hearts beating as one and words it as follows;—
Though seas are green and skies are blue My cheeks turn red at thoughts of you And, stranger though you are to me, Your Seaside Girl I'll ever be.
These two young people then leave the pier, hand in hand, and go off to tell the bees of their approaching nuptials.
You see, ticks? To blazes with these old customs, one would say.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.