Pigtails and Pep
When ELAINE STEPHENS was a leggy schoolgirl she used to find that the noisy boys wanted to tweak her pigtails and the nice boys wanted to carry her books. The barbarous ones only ever wanted to kiss her.
Elaine, all grown-up now. still has her pigtails—but no one pulls them anymore, and no one carries her books.
The barbarous boys who have grown into barbarous men are the ones who have remained in the picture, of course.
“The trouble is.” says Elaine, “they still think Sunday afternoons are the time for them to come around and kiss me in the summer-house. What sauce!
When I was a schoolgirl. I’ll admit I did get kissed in the summer-house, but I never ever go in there now— except on Sunday afternoons.”