Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-08-17
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ton. others apparently amused by the in
cent. The young man hesitated and lost
his nerve. He rose and retired to the rear
platform, meaning to alight at the next
corner
But when the car stopped another young
man climbed to the platform and happy ex-
carnations of recognition were passed be-
tween the two
Say, Jack. isn't that Betty in the carr"
asked the traveller
His friend glanced through the door.
Sure 1t Is. old friend of yours. too.
wasn't she. Why don't you go In and speak
to herr
The traveller explained His friend SYM
pathetically led him inside and up to the
dignant. gazing steadfastly at the floor.
Then In loud tones:
Hello Betty. don't YOU know your old
friends? Here's Tom -. says he's been
trying for an hour to make you recognize
him"
The girl gasped. choked. flushed and
then everybody laughed
X
One of the rigidiy inflexible rules of the
regular army is that an enlisted man who
doffs his blouse during the sizzling sum-
mertime and goes about the camp or post
in his shirt sleeves must not wear suspend
ers For the shirtvaist army man the gal
lusses'' are barred. While the District Ma
tional Guard was encamped at Harpers
Ferry last month a regular army officer.
who is noted as a strict disciplinarian, was
making the rounds of the tented city,
when his attention attracted to a
guardsman. who innocent of the rule
against suspenders being worn with the I'M
dress uniform. deckad out with a pair
in all the co.OrS of the rainbow.
The guardsman was on fatigue duty. dig
ging kitchen sinks something of that
sort, and was not therefore in the best of
humor AS he bent to his task the dapper
little regular army officer came up from be-
hind and in a curt military tone, with a
metallic ring, demanded
Hi there. you? What are you wearing
those suspsnders for?''
Without deigning to look up from his
work to see who his interrogation was, the
militiaman drawlsd out:
I'm wearing en- to keep my pants from
falling off. you darned IDIOT
At a meeting of a local short story club
the other evening young woman from the
northeast section. whose mind is said to run
to innovations. produced from her hand
bag roll of manuscript written on the
daintiest of ecru-tnted paper delicately per-
fumed with violet. and read her literary Of
fering 1t proved to be an account of the
wonderful doings of her pet pussy cat.
Sweet Pea" as she had named the. ami
to sing Aud Lang syne." annie Laurie"
and other venerable airs in the high falsetto
voice for which the feline family is noted.
Then the young woman related how. in the
balmy summer nights, In the romantic
moonlight. her pet cat would station itself
on some neighboring fence and suddenly fill
the neighborhood with strains of music in
stead of the usual Caterwaulng that is pro-
duced by marauding pussy cats and Toms.
n 4 X
Cash registers are doubtless watchdogs of
private treasures and joys forever to the
happy clerks who play lightly upon the
keys to register the amount of your pur-
chase" but there may come times in the
best-regulated establishments when the
vagaries of the human factor, without
which the machine will not go. mix up its
internal anatomy so that chaos reignS.
In a restaurant on 18th street. where tour
lists gather to snatch a passing bite between
seeing sights and complain that the public
buildings do not open until o'clock, thus
compelling them to confine their observa-
tons to banking hours, a deep mystery has
brooded for days. There was wide dis
crepancy between the receipts as stamped
upon the roll in the cash register, and the
amount of money found In the drawer at
the close of business each day.
For long time no solution of the puzzle
could be found. A young man, whose chlef
characteristic was his willingness, opened
the restaurant at every morning and ruled
the roost alone. But he was known to be
honest.
At last one of the mattresses, who arrived
one morning just as the lonely young man
was making change for one of the early
customers found out what was the matter.
Jimmy. your head is full of mudi' was
her classic adjuration. What on earth are
you doing?"
Making the change" replied the upper
turbed James.
And then the secret was out. Jimmy.
when he received a bank note or coin to
change. rang up that amount on the reg
lister. without reference to what the Gus
toner was to pay, and let 1t go at that. 1t
was as simple could be.
Jimmy is still puZzling over the matter,
for he knows that he put into the drawer
the exact sum that he rang up. every time,
so he cannot see where kick comes in.