Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-08-20

noses of the women folks now are shin
ing like dim. oily beacons.
And all Of their freckles. which are just
plain cute on a sunshiny day, now are
magnifedly yaller and haw'ble, just haw-
BILE.
And their hair hangs in disagreeable
little dampish wisps. particularly around
their sunburned necks. and you say to
yourself as you prowl hatingly around
the place that you must ha' been insane
to we loved them all so intensely as you
certainly did only yesterday when the
sun was shining.
The gray, gray sea rolls in greasily,
dun-hueishly. somberly. catafalQuely. and
rumbles with a gloatful, hOarse rumble
on the beach. through which YOU can
catch its basso exclamation, as IL II were
saying. "Ye-es. b'jee-blast-ye, 1t Is rain
ing. and it's a-goin' to keep on raining.
and I'm glad of II, and whatcha goin' to
do about 1t. huh?-boom. ka-boom!' and
the greasy combcrs curl over on the
soggy beach. and YOU hate yourself and
the rest Of the folks about 10 or u
cents worth more, and YOU mediate
whether death by strangulation or even
by the froWned-upon delirium-tremens
route wouldn't be just about the ticket;
considering everything or nothing. and
the state of the case and the circum-
stances and environment.
The very clouds give YOU the long, low.
rakish boot out of their drippy investi-
| ture in the grisly armament. and they
seem to be saying unto you, so you
| don't like this wet stuff. hey? kicking
about it, arc you? Going around with a
grump on because we're tossing a little
| moisture your way, Ell? All right-watch
| us now. ip-drip-drip-whishy" and
then the roof of the hotel dump at which
| YOU'RE stopping begins 10 make noise
| like the inside of a shot tower under the
I horrendous impact of the Panama down.
| pour, and the gooey fly lights on your
nose and inserts a hydraulic drill therein
| and won't be brushed OFF for more than
| one-nineteenth of a second: when he re-
| turns to the identical spot and proceeds
T, to drill you some more; and the words
Nights Plutonian shore pop into your
| obsessed mind, and you say TO yourself
| that it's no wonder poor Poe took TO
| the sosh thing so enthusiastically IL he'd
| ever spent a rainy day at the seaside,
| and
| oh. yes. And all OF the young 'uns
! around the place are moved To a strange.
weird. pound-poundy. state OF thumpful
unrest on a rainy day at the seaside.
| You've got TO stick around the hotel.
You know, unless YOU want to creep up
and down the slidey, slippery Boardwalk
\ in the drip-drip, and so you get the fuil
| and complete benefit of the rainy-day I'M
| restfulness of the young 'uns.
| -
They run-run (oh. how they do run
/ rum around the wet, slickery-sIidey
porches, making boomfully maddening,
| hollowlike noises on the planks with their
| cute little sandal-shod footems: and all
| the time they run there tor in the hall
ways above, it's all one to them) they
| eNude and emit OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
| squeaks and shrieks like unto the noises
4 emitted by flock Of belated birds gor-
| mandizing on a long deceased okapi
4 somewhere in the regions of 7. r. s
| Mountains of the Moon. And, Ii you
/ scowi involuntarily at the uproar, why,
their mothers instantly grasp the signif-
| icance OF your scowl as they see 1t. and
| you're one o. them nasty mean. horrid
| brutes o. men that hate and loathe and
| despise pore III innuhcent children, and
I they pass the word around among all
4 the mothers that IL they don't watch out
Y you'll be easing a little powdered glass
\ into the pap or milk bottles OF their on
| spring the VARY first chance you get.
| and YOU become as unpopular as a
| would-be purchaser of maltous products
at a NYawk maybe-French bali.
| And oh. chaff. The kin-nocking bees
that hold their sessions around the ex-
| changes and parlors and dry spots OF the
porches of the hotei dumps on rainy
day at the seaside.
The anyiI-ness Of II,
The hit-'im- with a-pickax-ness tor her,
/ as the case may bel Of IL.
J The icee being. y'see, that there's moth
/ ing whatever else TO do on a rainy day
at the seaside, but knock. 90 they do