Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-07-06
SMILE WITH THE GATEMAN
AT FUNNY FORGETFUL FOLK

tone of fear
s,s by BY, the e. tahundsTins MethHsalsm. no,
tended to all THAR
Plaintiveiy said to him. that when hem
that little shopping that had to do and
LEFT you to close up the nat the very last
thing said to you was. Now. jefferson.
De sure TO wait here TIL the transfer man
comes Tor the trunks-he promised to be
at the fiat at O'Clock prompt''-don't you
remember that that was the very last thing
L said to you. jefferson
NO, by the goat skin gauntiets OF
Goliath. l don't remember any such an
Internal thing Jefferson hrazened II out,
1 thought you'd have the consideration
20 attend 70 the trunks. at least. instead
or hiking down town to get a dinky brown
VeiL when you've got 10000 900 brown
wells already-and here we are down at the
station and the train due to start in three
minutes. and there are our trunks stu
locked up in a fiat ninety four octiliions
OF miles away from here-oh. it's all OF.
that's what II is: there's no use talking
about 1t at all It's all OF. and ne galloped
out OF the exit gate. with his tired-looking
little wife hanging on to one OF his arms
with both hands and she was being liked
over the ground like rag doll in tho
hands OF a running pickaninny
We'll I doped It out that that trunk
business had so het Jefferson up that his
little wife was sure going 10 be chIseled
out OF her summer trip this year. but I
was wrong there-they came back this
forenoon and this time the b punch was
In their tickets all right
"A few mornings ago a tall. cadaverous
man with a short, dumpy wife got to the
gaze When the sight OF a woman carrying
O canary bird cage through another gate
down the line caused the mans Jaw to fall
My DEAR he said to his wife In a
tremulous tone. we have forgotten Loretta
Careless Parentsi
Careless callous parents to forget
their child thought to myself. over
hearing the remark. when the short,
dumpy wife let go OF her bags and bundles.
clasped her hands and gave a shrek.
There she squawked. I knew there
was something We forgot. I put Loreta's
that the poor dear wouldn't be making
comments and criticisms while we packed
and here we've come away without poor
Loretta! We must go right back after
darling Loretta this very instant
But urged the tall cadaverous hus-
band, the train Is Just about to start
my dear, and. anyhow. the janitor will no
screenings and ship Loretta to US If we
telegraph him after We get down to the
beach,
Now. George Edward Getaway. how
dare you call my darling Loretta a screech-
er! his dumpy wife got right back at him.
And do you think I would trust the janitor
with my parrot? He hates poor Loretta.
anyway, Just as you do, and IL he knew
poor Loretta was alone there in the fiat he'd
Kill 1t and-er-make q potpie OF 1t. verify
believe. and then. when We got back, swear
to us that the parrot had died. George Ed
ward Getaway, we must go back this very
instant for Loretta or I do not move ons
step OF the Journeyr
George Edward was evidently dead next
to 1t that she meant what she said. for he
went along with her. and they got back
with the parrot in time to take the last
train for their place last evening.
Some OF these hot weather forgetters.
though. know how to work their reputation
for absent mindedness 70 put foxy little
stunts through. ! had one like that few
mornings ago. He looked nervous as he
edged his way up to my wicket a few mo-
ments before showed the gate open.
Hey. mate he said to me. have I got
to hop across the way to cop out a flask
Sure said to him. but why leave the
station7 You can get what you want in
the restaurant
mix on that he came right back
Shed be rubbering-I had hard night
last night and she has her doubts. and he
nodded in the direction Of his portly wife.
who was standing a little distance away.
But as long as I've got time to nudge
across the street. why, l guess can frame
up something that'n get by
The Artful Dodger.
'YOurS Ii. lnQeeQ. q SaQ STORY, SalQ 10
him, and showed open the gate and began
to call for the tickets OF passengers going
through. The man whose wifes eye was
upon him went up to her. got behind her
and passed her through the gate by push
ing her shoulders and just as he was going
through himself he gave a start.
"sBy inks he said to his wife, who was
already inside the wicket, knew that
something had got away from me. Forgot
to take any cigars out OF my box before
putting the box away In the trunk. and
here I've got four or five hours car riding
and nix q smoke to my name Just walt TIL
/ hustle outside the station-be back In
jifry.' and OF he sped. and she watched to
see that he didn't go into the station res
taurant as he had anticipated she might.
fright across the street. next the cor
ner,' I whispered to him as he darted
past me.
Watch little AIcwynr he replied. and
he was OF In q bunch.
HE made a record trip of It, at that. for
he was back inside OF three minutes with
lighted cigar stuck in his face to give his
errand verisimilitude, so to speak.
"'Come, hurry up, the train Ii about 10
start! his pOrtly wife said to him as he
passed through the gate.
MAKE out all rightT I asked him as he
passed through the gate
Just you trust Foxy frankie, the Boy
Booze Bagger.' he said to me with grin.
and then he lifted UP the rear OF his coat
high enough to reveal a flask sticking OUT
of each of his hind trousers pockets.
CLARENCE L. CULLEN.