Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-07-25
By Kate Masterson
Drawing by Joseph Cl.m emit Coll

wing by Joseph Cl.men. Coll
funny in ten words which are cheaper than orchids
Am having prayers for offered in all the churches
If he pauses in the deal looking at a sunrise
which he sees in the Belasco plays and then to
wonder about romance. feeling, maybe, tug at his
overaccelerated tobacco heart. he disnlisses it
something that was part of the callow flush of his
knobby boyhood: that sweet peanut and pink lem
onade time when he stroled in the sawdust with his
girl and pointed out to her the wonders, the wild
men, the spangled fairies. and the growing tigers
until she chung trembling to his
Like the rest of US. he has allowed immutabie
fact to sink into the skylne-th the lemon squash
and the shining hoop jumpers and the painted clowns
are beautiful symbols of all that makes existence
durable the splendid gttering panopv of youth
the dreams, the visions. the grapes the wine, the
roses and the song.-all parts of that tremendous
Fairy Tale. Life itself.
The American Husband atomic part of the human
family. is but of the vast army of unsuspectei
paupers.-needing help sorey bitterly for which he
IS ashamed to ask We are all beggars in rags.
ing aims of some sort that never for moment
should think of admitting. And many of
starving as he is for the stuff o dreams!
The Third and Last Chance
TJST now he Our Hero is sinking for the third
= time in the golden ocean of success and those
shore. seeing his outstretched hand above the waves
think merely he is betting another FIVE that he
still beat the game.
No one will throw him line Not even his own
wife will allow him the possession of pumping. red
conception of him. waving checkbook aloft rather
than banner of light. She would almost have Sar-
gent do him that way. And she signs Mr.
Caruso and weeps for the de Reszkes because of
throaty something in their wndpipes that conveys
impression of sentimental intensity.
Can you honestly blame the American Husband
that with his hand his shell-like ear he listens
and then likewise for VOICE. caressng, Turing
all-overish voce.-that of the lady on the rocks
brushing her washable golden hair while the Oh Tell
Me What It Meaneth chorus ripples to him across
the bar?
That pleases him nightly Not SO much the song
perhaps, as the sentiment-this view of him as a
Century Dictionary. To be his Vampire is too easy
Just sit at his feet and look up adoringly now and
then to ask him how to spell some of the hard ones
He loves to help out in matters like this
For he has concealed about him all the attributes
of knighthood. True it is ingrowing An operation
may be required before he even suspects that little
High School prancing is necessary in the Husband
class if he doesn't wish to get the gate.
Takes Cataclysm to Jolt Him
WHAT cataclysm of Nature will be required to Jolt
hardly joys him He carries off the dead and gets busy
rebuilding Financial panics and bank failures shake
him up bit; but turn out merely tonic Religion.
Poetry. and Art are side issues Mysticism doesn't
touch him. You must show him
If we could plan great romantic revival that
would oversweep the country,-an open air festival
with Love and Adventure for the themes old songs
for music and the stars for oots-lf we could find
gallant leader on white horse to whom romance
gospel.-if might import that delightful
G. X Chesterton who invades Fleet-st. each day
wearing cloak and SLOUGH hat. swordstick in hand
and revolver in his pocket in fiery readiness for
gore stirring adventures that take place
maybe might hear whisper. still. vet strong,
and munyonlike finger tracing the wall with
message of hope
The task perhaps belongs By right to the American
woman the beautiful Neurotc. If she would only
cease neuroticizing for awhile and lead him beside
the brooks of fancy feed him with wild honey crown