Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-08-09
Taking the Hurdles with Teenie
By SEW ELL FORD
Drawings by F. Vaux Wilson

IF Sadie don't stop draggn me into these swell
house parties. therell be private ructions in
- the McCabe family. don't mind so much
visitin' where I'm acquainted with the folks and
have got the hang of the house we'll enough so l
find my room without guide: but when 1t
comes to buttin' into a ranch every other
week So and gettin myself lost IN the Railways,
and meetin' new punches of people, I'd just soon
Sadie want so blamed popular
Course; it's her gets our names on 50 many in,
whatever freaks there is knockin' around loose
Say. Ill bet if l to be landed in crowd and
there only one in the whole mob that had any
nutty flavor to his sweet threads, inside of two
hours he'd have me in corner, gettln con-
fdentia
SO when 1 gets word from these Willoughbys
that they'd be pleased to have me run out to Penn
mgansett Friday night for over Sunday, l just
hangs it on the hook and makes my plans to duel,
the date.
Amt they classy enough for you," says Swiftly
Joe or what?
Or what which" says l. CLASSY: Say,
Wiliough6 6 have! Sadie tells me their ranch
runs most to Montauk Point No. Swiftly this
amt case of bein' exclusive. I'm just gettin'
little shy that's all
Abr chee!" saws he If l had half your nerve
it would keep awake nights
Then it's lucky you was born modest as we'll as
But Swiftly gets the last laugh me, after all
for when l finds how cut up Sadie is goin to be
my not coming down, changes my mind and
agrees to make Saturday night and Sunday of
it. anyway. But Pemmigansett IS quite some
ways out on Long Island. and you know what them
imitation express trains are That 5 why 1t was
after dark when I'm landed there, and it was not
KNOWN the lay of the grounds that got me and
Cle1nentina twisted up.
NOV look what bein a freak magnet means
~ Before 1 gets to the Willoughby place I'd
never heard of Cementina. didnt know she ex-
listed: but I've hardly washed off the car dust
and got to minglin' with the folks, when L begins
to get the preliminary bulletins.
First off wanders into the smokin, room and
runs across this Major kilroy. Now I've known
the Major on and off for good many years. seem
after the lightweight belt. He used to come around
to the studio some too, Just to ask how l was
gettin' along; but for the last few months he's
kind of dropped out of sight.
knew him we'll He's what call prime old sport;
one of these rosy checked, white haired, heavy
built. handsome old boys, that look like the longer
they lived the better they knew how to enjoy life.
Not one of these messy old club window barnaces
that lust keeps existin' from force of habit:
but real live one, that tends out all the first
nights. has his particular grandstand seat at the
polo grounds keeps his eye on the likely ring COM
ers and goes his annual tishln spree reg lar
the ice goes out of the Rangleys
But don't know as ever see him look so smooth
his evenin clothes; his white tie would have done
credit to Pnckney; and hanged if he amt wearin
a pansy in his buttonhole.
zee Maior!" SAYS l. You look like you'd Just
~ been sent home from the pressers. What you
CELEBRATING?
Why. hello, Shorty says he, kind of sub
dued I'm glad to see you.
Same here" says l. But how is it you amt
sittin' behind stack of reds and blues: Too early
in the night
little-"you see, don't play poker so much as l
used to; in fact, very seldom.
Not moren every other night now eh?' says
l. givn him the wink. But say what kind of a
dripLi is hat he inn One