Evening star., 1911-06-04

10 pick up even a passler chips. dom t
you think dat guv'ment oughter title me
to a pensh'n, same as chuch7boun' wild
der womens? 1 lay. ef de good Lawd
me one"
Then the woman who had bought
daisies said, but after. all that part
doesn't matter.
Two suburbanites were whizzing to
work on a car.
One of them was SO fragile in ap
pearance that he couldn't have weigh
ed a pound over 300-in sun or shade.
The other man was bald. He wasn't
as bald as that Uncle Ned We all know.
you understand, still. If you were the
best friend that man had in the world
you would have to call him bald. and
let it go at that
So the bald man sat on g. front seat.
reading morning paper. The wind
from an open window began sparring
with his hat and he removed 1t.
why don't you get yourself q hat
pin?" suggested the other man, whose
little 800 was filling the seat behind.
The bald man turned around. laughed
a good-natured promise to get back"
and then the two "joshed" each other,
to leave the car.
I'm off now to buy a hat pin for my
self and a derrick for you
He had got back.
Gay Oh Gil incil luHIiy 4HeI0 were
| those two splendidly honest fellows who
| looked as If they were forever doing
worthwhile things for God. country and
freside, laughing like couple of kids
| over little thing like that!
And SpinSter person whose knowledge
| of man has been gained through what one
might call a mail correspondence-not
| male - propoundea to herself a riddle
| which she also solved, because there was
| no one to do it for her. Oh. the poor
1 cnin poYGnngt
when is a good man too old to be a
boy?"
| Answer: Never
| An oldish man who needed nail brush
was playing ''mumley-peg' with a young
| er and cleaner man.
They must have been enjoying the leafy
! breeziness Of the trees and the cushion
| soft grass. for they sprawled themselve!
| out between throws and each laughed a.
| he went up a notch in the game. TIL,
| younger man had "shoveled coal' ant
| ''cut the chickens neck" but at last h
bungled. and it was the oldish man.
| He had put the blade of the knif
against his chin. and was calculating hi
toss. when single bugle call SOUNDED
from the Monument lot. where the field
mass was being offered
| The oldish man stumbled to his fee
and lifted the hat from the back Of hi
head.
"A second Dugl0 call sounded, and III
bowed clumsily-as II he were not uset
to 1t.
| A third bugle call brought him to hi
knees with a clumsy stiffness. as IL h.
were not used to that. either-and thel
presently he hunched himself back to
| comfortable squat and blew out a sigh
| let's call 1t a sigh-of relief.
| What In thunder's the matter witt
| you?" blurted out the other man. "Yo1
don't belong to the Catholic Church. d.
/ your"
The oldish man felt called upon to ex
| plain:
II don't belong to nothing-I was jus
| doing 1t for Johnson. Me and him uset
to work together In a mine up In Penn
| sylvany when was youngster. and on
day there came an explosion and bot
| OF us got hurt. johnson managed to pul
me to bucket. and while we was waitin,
to be lifted 1 says to him: Johnson
| says, If we get well all right I'll Civ
you bottle for this And Johnson say
to me: If don't live. pray for my soul,
and says. johnson. I will So Tv
| since"
Then they went back to their mumley