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tell them"

"Haze Ruff Who in the world is he or she?" asked Eleanor

"Haze Ruff is a he, all right," replied Carley, grimly

"Well, who is he?"

"A sheep-dipper in Arizona," answered Carley, dreamily

"Humph! And what can Mr Ruff tell us?"

"He told els--and that I dressed

to knock the daylights out of men"

"Well, Carley Burch, if that isn't rich!" exclaihter "I dare say you appreciate that as an original compliment"

"No I wonder what Ruff would say about jazz--I just wonder,"

murmured Carley

"Well, I wouldn't care what he said, and I don't care what you say,"

returned Eleanor "The preachers and reformers and bishops and rabbis

make me sick They rave about jazz Jazz--the discordant note of our

decadence! Jazz--the harmonious expression of our musicless, mindless,

soulless materialism!--The idiots! If they could be women for a while

they would realize the error of their ways But they will never, never

abolish jazz--never, for it is the grandest, thefor woe of

smotheration"