“What’s the lecture about?” Judy asked.
Her mother answered, “‘Modern Trends in Disharmony.’ It should be wonderful!”
Judy shuddered. She remembered other “wonderful lectures” through which she had sat bored and rebellious. In that brilliantly lighted hall one had not even the small luxury of being able to fall asleep!
“They’re playing a wonderful Western at the Isis,” Judy said desperately.
“A Western!” her mother and Lynne said. “They’re dreadful!”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Allen said quite unexpectedly. “Daredevil riding on magnificent horses, hairbreadth escapes, mountain scenes like our Rockies—” His eyes flashed. “They’re packed with excitement—loads of it.”
Judy looked at Allen, then shifted her gaze to her father. In his eyes too there was more than a glint of interest.
“Come to think of it,” Allen went on, “it’s funny, we haven’t been to a movie all summer.”
“What’s funny about that?” Lynne asked with marked disappointment at Allen’s bourgeois taste in films. “Of course, we haven’t been to a movie, nor have we seen any television. And we certainly haven’t missed either.” She looked for encouragement to Mr. Lurie as she went on.
“Who wants to see gun-shooting, Hollywood cowboys tearing up and down mountains when one can enjoy a delightful evening listening to ‘Modern Trends’!” She smiled at John certain of his unqualified support.