so I bought a pinball machine: Arts & Decoration 1932-12 bagatelle article

In which Rosamond relates how she found the game of pinball as an excellent way to distract from the discussing the depressing state of the world she's living in with dull men.

found on the Internet Archive, Arts & Decoration 1932-12, referenced from A Pinball Biography (archive):

Arts & Decoration 1932-12

Here is the text to allow for easy translation:

Holey-bogey Is My Game
BY ROSAMOND PINCHOT
I RECENTLY read an article on games in which the writer described herself as one of those unfortunate people who can't shine in any of the brainier ways of whiling away an evening. Well, if that young author is slow at bridge, I'll bet I'm slower. The awful truth is that I have never been able to master a single card game in my entire life. Even those two supposedly simple and amusing games known as Pig and Old Bitch leave me bewildered. Having no card sense is a serious affliction. There are always little tragedies in store for the sufferer. When, after a dinner party, the hostess cheerfully suggests bridge my heart sinks. All the clever, smooth guests settle down at tables with tall glasses and cigarettes, and I find my self in for a long dreary evening of talk with the dullest man in the room who doesn't play games either. It seems to me that what kissing babies is to the politician, playing games is to a social career. Games help you to get on. And they are also a protection. The politician knows very well that to kiss a baby is as good as a speech, often better. The successful dinner guest knows that to play games adroitly is to avoid endless drivel about the depression and the latest play. How I've envied those bridge stars sitting in self-satisfied silence while I've struggled through a heartbreaking jungle of polite small talk.
So, after much suffering, I decided a year or so ago that I must learn something to play or stay at home. Conversation was running very low indeed. But I knew from sad experience that even to attempt to master bridge was hopeless. I couldn't seem to tell one card from another and the faces on the kings and queens were so tiresome. Backgammon was suggested. It sounded ideal.
Several self-sacrificing men offered to teach me. I did my best but showed only slight improvement. After some months of half-hearted endeavor, I was still counting the points with my fingers. My friends, at the end of the first game, were likely to say, "And what do you think about the depression?" That was the signal for putting away the board. Again my heart would sink and we would go back to talk. It was very discouraging.
Then, one evening, a great thing happened. I actually ran into a game that I could master; or rather a game that didn't need a master. And it wasn't tit-tat-toe either. It's bagatelle, or rather that particular form of it called holey-bogey. In case these picturesque names confuse you, bagatelle is the generic term for all games played by shooting little balls across a board, either with a stick or with a shooter on a spring. Usually the objective is to land the balls in cups. The cups are marked with scores. You can have fun playing bagatelle from the start, and it doesn't get dull like parcheesi. You can win or lose just as much money as at bridge and be a lot gayer about it. People always look so grim at the bridge table; perhaps it is because they are thinking. I don't know. But don't get the idea that holey-bogey doesn't involve skill. It does. I know several experts who can shoot those little chromium balls into the 130 three times out of five. But you don't have to be skillful. And what's more important, you don't have to concentrate.
Holey-bogey is played on a polished board about three feet long and round at one end. All around the edge of the board is a narrow run to keep balls in. On the right side, there's a groove. With a wooden wand you push the balls along this groove and out into the field of the board. Here the balls come in contact with resilient brass pins from which they rebound into a score cup or back to the foot of the board. If you are very skillful you know just how much force to put into the wand stroke so that the ball will be sure to roll into a high number cup.
Like bagatelle, holey-bogey was played in medieval times both in England and on the Continent. Then for a long time, it was forgotten. I often wonder why in our age of invention, no one has been able to think of a single really good new game. Well, anyway, about two years ago some enterprising Finn rediscovered and modernized holey-bogey. Winter evenings in Finland are said to be longer and duller than in other parts of the world. So if holey-bogey could keep the Finns amused, you can see that it must be a pretty good game. They played with such enthusiasm that the English across the North Sea soon got the idea too. From England holey-bogey traveled in state to America via the lounge of the Aquitania. When I first came upon the game and welcomed it, there were only a few boards in New York. At the present time, I believe holey-bogey is as popular as backgammon and still gaining. People play sitting on the floor, standing at bars, or sitting at tables, alone, in pairs, in threes, fours, and even sixes. It's a cheery game, and a game that can boast of never having broken up a single home. This is an important point and meant to be taken seriously.

page 40 photo caption: You can have fun playing bagatelle from the start; it's a cheery game, that's never broken up a single home. You can lose as much money as at bridge, and be gayer at it. But don't get the idea that it doesn't take skill
page 41 photo caption, top: First you take the wand in hand and push the ball down the groove with precise, masterful stroke
page 41 photo caption, bottom: The art lies in putting just the right impetus back of the wand to roll the little ball for a high score
Then—the moment of suspense while the chromium dot wavers crazily between one hundred thirty and zero

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