Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-09-18
Compared to Hyena.

The criticism OF a man who knows the
game in and out is valuable and interest
ing and his cheers ring true. But the
fat. overfed boy who how1s at the play
ers, bowls at the referee and bowls at
anything so long as 1t gives him a chance
to give tongue Is rather like a hyena
singing in a choir at church and about
as incongruous.
Again the public repression of legiti-
mate sports, instead of their enforced
publication. such as racing, boxing and
wrestling, must have tendency to
effeminacy. 1t may creep on slowly, so
slowly that the dweller in the country
cannot see it, but an impartial foreigner
can see here and there peculiar signs
which cause him to wonder how SO great
a people. so free a people, can stand for
so much interference in their rights Of
amusing themselves according to their
inclinatiOnS.
Too Much Interference.
To my mind. their very tacit subdued
way of taking this interference, legal
no doubt. but arbitrary. is a sign Of that
very tendency to which have above re-
ferred. I tremble to think of what would
be the fate Of any government in France
or England which interfered with the
peoples games. There would be blood
shed. On the battlefields of South Africa
there are authentic stories -of a whole
company ceasing fire to hear from a
new arrival from the base of the win
ner OF the Grand National Liverpool
cup.
Without wishing to be supercritical. one
thing has struck me here in Chicago more
than anything else. It is such a trivial
thing, but it rankles in my mind and
makes me feel uneasy, so had better get
chest iC ho hoy
shops. Splendid BARRIERS you have. the
best in the world; men OF skill and
brains, who put their whole heart in their
workout the clients. Fancy any young
half an hour to an hour, which am told
is not unusual. In barber chair, being
titivated up, hot towel after hot towel,
scented creams, scented powders, a beau
tiful little lady to manicure his mitts,
and finally a face massage and hair curl.
1t genuinely frightens me.
Three Minutes for Shave.
A three-minute shave and a cold sluice
is all I ever allow myself. The idea OF
sitting one-quarter Of an hour in q barber
chair. let alone an hour. is to me ap-
palling. What does 1t mean? do not
understand. Life is so short. Fancy
half an hour a day in the chair. Why, in
an ordinary life 1t works at least one
year. Give me the chin whiskers in pref
erence.
Scene, the Geological Gardens Chicago,
September 25, 1921. - Father and son,
named Buster. aged twelve, visiting show
for the first time.
Buster-Say, pop, take me to see the
horses. l have never seen one yet.
Pop-YeS. my son, but don't always be
so anxious to see horses. They are dread
fully wicked animals, and in former years
were the ruin OF society. Now they are
used only at funerals as a sort Of expia-
ton Of their former sins. They are made
to draw the departed at walking pace
to the grave.
Buster-Poor things how sad they look,
not a bit like those fine gee-gees in
grandpa's old pictures in his room. They
look as If they wanted showing and had
swollen feet.
Pop-Yes, that is so. but the present
day horse is not allowed to trot, and it's
five years in the bridewell if you let the
wicked brutes break into a gallop.
Buster-What is racing?
Pop-Hush Buster; racing, once the