She saw both him
and his head piece, a cap he had acquired in college days. She
strode straight up and said, "Andrew, a cap is unbecoming a young
man starting the practice of law. Take it off and never let me
see it again." He did--and she never. . .
Bettie Locke had a positive opinion about almost everything. She
loathed lipstick. She abhorred bobbysox, and her opinion of short
hair and short dresses was virtually unprintable. But don't get
me wrong in the inference of those last words. No one, no where,
at no time ever heard Bettie Locke utter one profane, vile or
smutty word. She was too cultured and had too good a command of
the English language for that. She used sarcasm couched in such
classical language that the targets of her shafts only wished she
would wax profane and vulgar. . .
Our family home is just off the DePauw campus, and a great many
students pass to and fro. Many has been the time Bettie Locke
would come and sit and talk with my Mother on our front porch.
And sooner or later the conversation would turn to the Thetas,
and college girls in general and how they were doing, or drift
back to her days--the 1860s and '70s. But just let a female in
slacks--or shorts--I must mention shorts a second time--heave in
sight and Bettie Locke was off and gone in a blistering
monologue.
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