Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-11-14

Ny enough to make up for
the ones that drift by.
Look at this sample
that's dealt out only
the other afternoon.
W I'm about to turn off
the bunchlights in the
gym and call it day, when Swiftly Joe steps in from
the office shuts the door careful springs that tunnel
excavation grin of his and points his thumb over his
shoulder. Instead of maxim any reg lar announce
ment sames I've tried to train him to do he INDUCES
in some noises which expect he takes for singin'.
"Choisey, Choisey, Choisey' he croaks out. Over
on the Choisey Side!
Are you dom that to be entertainin'," says l.
or are your teeth achin you AGAIN.
ABR chee!" says he You wouldn't fall less'n
the stagin' was knocked from under would you?
There's Rubes out 'front.'.
Meaning rural gents?' says l.
Really" says l. And what is their desire?"
abr 1 guess they're bunch of strays.' says he,
and, not bein' any guide, l done the hoop act
Livin' in South Brooklyn the way he does, and
associatin' only with the elite of Red Hook it pains
Swiftly rub up against anybody from out of town.
They're all jokes to him. and his favorite way of
pressin' his contempt is to sing that Jersey song.
Being commuter myself, though, can't be SO ex-
cusive so goes out to see what IS that blown 1n
A ND when Swiftly says it's whole family he amt
4 stretched his description any. There's Pop, and
Nav and Sister and Little Brother, all grouped in
side the hall door like they posn for snapshot,
but 1ookin' some scared and strange.
They amt tunnelites though They're quarter
section folks. l could tell that by the black weddin
frOck coat and the high crowned soft felt the mans
wearn for it S the regulation alfalfa travel1n uni
FORM Whenever you that combination in New
York. you can put side bets that here's party
who has cashed in dollar wheat. left the stock in
charge of the hired man, and has on to ride in
the megaphone chariotS and send back picture pos
tails of the Singer Buildin
This particular stranger is a lanky built, stoop
shouldered cured, mild eyed gent with long,
faded out mustache freckled ears, and neck that's
mostly Adams apple in front That's Pop Mother
is of your substantial, week day sort of women;
not bad lookin', but actin like she missed
checked apron to fold her hands in. Sister, though
is there with the more or less late style and the
princess dress while Brother flashes striped
hat band and carries foldin camera sung over his
shoulder. He favors Pop, Brother does specially
about the neck and
Altogether it's a real interestin' family group
such you'll see by dozens any day up at Grants
And was up to me to discover whether they lost
the Brooklyn Bridge was huntin' for an l. station
WELL, says l, is it case of strayin from the
trail?"
At that they all stares until Nav nudges Pop and
he speaks up
likely to find Mr.. Miller on, do you, neighbor?" says
he. Mr.. Ethan H. Miller. He's brother of mine"
Miller" says l. Nobody by that name in this
buldin'. Sure you got the number right"
Dead sure" says he fishin some papers out of
his inside pocket See here it is. right on the
number Ethan wrote me from, same as is the door
down stairs.
That's right too says "On1y one happens to
be east and the other west. Yours is across Fifth
ave. from here
Obi" says he. turnn' kind of red. Never thought
That way" says l, pointin'. Its big hotel.