"There" was a large white frame house. The veranda was gay with red and blue bulbs and a huge sign on the lawn announced that they had Mal Gobel's Joy Boys playing music within. Also chicken and waffles at two-fifty per plate.
Carl stretched while Hubert locked the car. May put her hat on and Lillian leaned over and pulled up her stockings. Round garters were always letting your stockings slip and wrinkle.
The Joy Boys were actually there. Five slim, bored-looking young men playing for one lone couple who did not even justify the Joy Boys' existence by dancing in time to their music. Besides the dancing couple there was a party of three at a table by the window. The management had optimistically crowded the place with tables; so there was plenty to choose from. Carl fancied a table by the orchestra stand. Hubert would have liked to sit overlooking the veranda where he could watch the car, but Carl had a flair for getting his way.
A waiter appeared. Carl eyed him with disfavor. "Where's Johnnie?" he asked.
"Johnnie's not here any more. Bought himself a place on the Lincoln Highway. Can I do anything for you?"
"I don't know. We'd like a drink."
"Sure thing. What's it going to be?"
"I'd like a ginger-ale highball," said Carl and looked questioningly at the others.
"Me too," said Hubert.
"Could I get an old-fashioned?" asked May. "I'd like that."
The waiter nodded.
