Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-09-06

I'll bet bag of beans! Grandmother has sure
picked out lively lodgn' place"
"Horribe!" says Vincent. Il must get her away
from there at once But wish there was some one
who Shorty, could 1 get you to go along with
"Rescuin' grandmothers amt my long suit,
says 1; but III admit I'm some interested in this
Come on.
Ply the time our clockwork cab fetches up in
y front of the prunery it's after six O'Clock
There's no mistaken the sort of histriOnic asylum it
was either. hungry lookin' bunch of actorets
was lined up the front steps, everyone of EN-
with an ear stretched out for the dinner bell. In
the window of the first floor front was beauty
doctors sign, bull fiddle artist sawn out his
soul distress in the hall bed room above, and up
under the cornice the Chicin sisters was leanin'
the ledge and wishin' the folks back in Saginaw
would send on that grub stake letter before the
landady got any worse. But maybe you've seen
samples of real dogday tragedy among the profesh:
when the summer snaps have busted and the fall
rehearsa1s have just begun What Mabel?
Its sure enough double-in-brass roost," says
I. Don't say anything that sounds like contract,
or you'll be mObbed.
But they sizes Vincent up for real estate broker,
and gives him the chilly stare, until he men
tons the old lady's name. Then they thaws out
sudden
"Oh, the Duchess!' squeals couple in chorus:
Why she always dimes out, you know. You'll
find her around at Doughrettis, on a7th-st',
some mistake
Not at ALL" says one of the crowd. I'VE all call
tonight. Doughretti's just in from the avenue is
the place"
And Vincent is the worst puzzled gent you ever
saw as he climbs back into the cab
1T can't be mother they mean" says he No
one would think of calling her Duchess
There's no accountin' for what them actorines
take peek at the party, and if it's wrong steer
we can go back and take fresh start"
You know Doughretti's If you don't don't you know
table dotty joints, with electric sign
striped stoop awnin', and seven-course menu
manifolded in pale purple ink You b begin n the
away beach water when the tides comm in, and
you end with choice of petrihed cheese rnds that
might pass for souvenirs from the Palisades.
If you don't want to taste what you eat, you let
EN- hand you free bottle of pure California claret
waited on East Houston-st. It's mixture of fill
tered Croton extra quality aniline dyes, and two
kinds of wood alcohol, and after you've had pint
of it you don't whether the milk fed Philadel-
phia chicken put in cold storage last winter.
back in the year of the big wind.
MADAM DOUGHRETTI had just fed the Merry
ivA Widow waltz into the pianola for the fourth
time pulls up at the curb.
Its no use," says Vincent. 'She wouldn't be
around; if you will, Shorty"
his mssin parent; so l pixies up the steps, pushes
past the garlic smells and proceeds to inspect the
groups around the little tables What I'm lookin'
for is squatty old party with gray hair pasted
down over her ears, and. waist like bag of hay
tied in the middle. She's supposed to be wearin
a string bonnet about the size of saucer, with
bunch of faded velvet volets top, coral brooch
at her neck, and either black alpaca or lavender
sprigged grenadine. Most likely, too, she'll be
doin' the shovel act with her knife -.---
Well there good many kinds of females
scattered around the coffee stained tableclohs, but
that answers to these specifications. l was
just gettin ready to call off the search, when gets
my eye couple over in one corner. The gent
was of these studio Indians, with his hair
tucked inside his collar
The old girl facin' him didn't have any iona