Judge Drinkwater and Goldwin Leathersham were made captains and they chose sides.
The party being thus divided, they bombarded each other with custard pies after the manner of certain comedians, till there wasn't a round of ammunition left.
Then Iva Payne said she felt sick and wanted to go home and of course just for that they all had to go.
“The nicest party ever!” they chorused at parting. “So novel and naïve—so quite entirely out of the ordinary.”
As the last pied guest disappeared she turned wearily to her Petticoat.
“I tell you, Warb,” he said, “you are sure one corker! You put 'em to sleep all right! Now you've shown 'em how, you bet they won't go on having their stupid highbrow intellectural old gatherings. Hop along to bed, little tired Lollipop.”
His long lithe arms gathered her forcefully to him, and her irritation at his strength was lost in her admiration of his grace and skill in imparting affection.
From The Butterfly Centerpiece:
The Mack Sennett party at the home of Dr. Bill Petticoat was a hundred per cent success. Little Lady Petticoat is nobody's fool. She knows that a lucky punch is her only chance. A short, swift hook, straight from the shoulder. The pretty Warble is a perpetual promise of joy, yet she shows symptoms of curvature of the soul—and it is, so far, a toss-up whether she will have her passport viséd or be given the gate.