The Savannah morning news., 1903-06-21

of the pavilion lights. Even he wbo
walks afar Oft cannot escape their
frank remarks.
Johnny Johnny Rob--erts,n
screams a mother, holding a Struggling
child in her arms, to small bow fas1
making his way into a crowd of
youngsters farther in the park. ~
you don't come here this minute I'll
give you another whippin' like last
night's!'
Didn't I tell you she treated her
children shameful?" triumphantIv
asks woman. evidently JOHNNY
mothers closest neighbor, of her com
panion. She's the one that deserves
the licking!'
And I says to her"-from a pugna.
cious type of woman further down tha
human border of the waikiki saws 70
her, Mrs. Brady, I'll break your face
if you steal another one of me petit
coats off me elothesline, says. And
Mrs. Brady, She
And so that's the baby, is it?" from,
passerby, who has recognized an Ar.
quaintance. THE dear little thing
and you've got a new baby CARRIAGE
for it, too. That's what I'll have n
be getting if l have any more-tha
old ones been used so much it's All
worn out"
The Washers and the Girls,
Equally as enlightening as the ron.
versation heard around the bandstsnd
or on the seats that have come to he
known as lovers hooks" are the at
tempts at repartee to be overheard on
the less crowded portions of the walks
leading to the bandstand. Hera
groups of youths take their first les
sons in MASKING.
Hello, Mamie!" an overgrown bow.
with cigarette sticking to his lips,
calls seductively to a passing girl.
Hey" breaks in one of his COM
panions. as the girl looks straight
ahead, leave Mamie alone. Can't
you see she's a lady?"
Then they laugh.
But often Mamie, or whatever mama
she may be addressed by, turns on her
tormentor. 'aShut up!" she snaps and
walks on; and the Washers refrain
from merriment
Nor. is it infrequent for several
young girls out in company to stop
and talk with these boys, when such
sentences are caught:
Girls, don't believe them. They
amt tellin' us their right Names"
'My name? Oh, it's-say, girls,
what are our names?"
WED treat 'em to soda water If we
had the money, wouldn't we, Billy"
Amt that fine waltz? just dote
on dancing"
"Bur-r-rr. she gave me a frost fell
lers." as the girls walk off
Such is the park on a summers
night while the band plays. But when
the music ceases and the cornetist
puts his instrument in its case and the
bass horn disappears in a big black
bag, then the mothers and fathers
arouse sleepy and sleeping children.
the solitary figures on the edges Of
the park break their reveries and slip
back whence they came. and behind
feet pointing homeward-of parent
and child, of incipient masher, of all
the people within the gloom of the
trees except the lovers.
In the words of a policeman whose
beat takes in one of these metropoli-
tan trysting places, They sit and
spoon and look at the moon till all
hours, and you can't drive EN- out
with a night stick. Lord, I've heard
so much tdo-you-love-me talk
since I've been on this beat that I
dream of it and talk it in my sleep
every night.
Eyes, sir, that's true-leastways
that's what my wife says. And be-
fore she got on to the cause Of it she
was fighting jealous. Thought my
guilty conscience was giving me aawy
while I slept. Yes, sir; but now she
knows better, and when / talk par
ticular bad she says next day;
Must have been an uncommon lot
of spooners in the park last night|
And 1 don't say a word, but just
YEARLY nod my head"