Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-10-12
PAJAMAS REDUCED
FROM IS TO $3.50.

In a vague sort of way he knew that pa
jamas and hot weather became conspicuous
together and that pajamas were something
between nightgown and a pair of over
alls.
He listened to the tempter and said to the
clerk: Give me pair of paj-a-mas."
you mean a suit Of pa-jah-mas" cor
rected the clerk, with a smile which nearly
cost him thrashing.
The pajamas came without directions for
use, and the purchaser spread them out on
the bed when he reached home and tried to
figure them out. He was all in heat be-
cause of the crush in the street car, and his
hall bed room. with no transom over the
door, faced the west He was at home for
the night, for he had eaten his dinner down
town. and he was eager to test the Wanted
cooling virtues of the pajamas. Locking
and boiling his door he slipped off his shoes,
trousers and neglige shirt. Then he stopped.
out his undergarments? He turned the
loose. shapeless tunic inside out, carefully
examining every part of tt, hoping to find a
Autograph or engraving of a man thor
oughly comfortable in the pajamas He
found nothing and wiped his dripping face
on towel The pajamas, sprawling over
the turned-down folding bed Knocked every
effort to probe the mystery. He picked up
the leg end of the suit and drew on the
widespread. voluminous trousers. He felt
as though he were trying on a pair of win
dow castings. He frightened the silk cord
around the waist and then put on the
frogged shirt. Removing the looking glass
from over the washstand he leaned it
against the lower part of the door and tried
to see how the thing looked on him. The
shirt, hanging outside, neither looked nor
felt right.
ut goes inside" he said to himself, and
hastily tucked it under the gather of the
waist. The. affair looked more shapeless
than ever. The back ballooned from the
or n 10 vEliSt nd f1o oh
der fell almost to his elbows.
by gimini" he exclaimed. 1--WE got the
trousers on wrong, with the front part
back"
He took them off and turned them round,
but there was no difference.
''Mebbe they ought to go up higher" he
muttered.
He drew the trousers almost I'D to the
fifth rib and then pulled the cord so tight
to hold them there that it cut into his flesh.
II guess that's right. 1t feels as If it was
on me, anyway" And he stretched out in
bed and waited for the pajamas to cool him
But the cord pressed his lungs and the
folds of the shirt bothered him. He shifted
his position and lighted cigarette, but the
sense that something was radically wrong
ter.
Perhaps the shirt does go outside" he
said, and, bouncing from bed, he made the
change. "Ah, that's the stuff. That's it."
By keeping perfectly quiet he gradually
cooled down and was really beginning to
enjoy himself when loud rap on the door
disturbed him. 81
who is it?"
Me" said a familiar voice. He started
to open the door. but drew back. Ought he
to receive even an intimate friend in such a
costume? 1t was not exactly a nightgown,
but close to 1t. -.
wait until get dressed" he said.
"Oh, never mind me. Keep yourself cool;
don't dress on my account
He opened the door and his friend walked
in.
II was just lounging in my pa-jah-mas,"
he said, awkwardly, kicking under the bed
the box in which the pajamas came.
They're bully, aren't they?" said the
friend. I've worn them myself for years."
Then the man who owned his first paja-
mas spoke out manfully and asked ques-
lions. When his friend had gone he took a
sponge bath, put on the patamas andhoth-
ing else, stuck his bare feet in pair of
slippers, lighted his pipe and was thor
oughly comfortable in the COOL limitless,
curveless, easy. ugly pajamas.