The Washington times., 1911-01-14


drew, as he laid down the paper
he was reading.
Imogene was standing in front of the
mirror dabbing her nose with something
out of a bottle labeled Derma-AIba.
but she stopped long enough to say:
That's because men make most or
our history and they are notoriousIy un-
original"
Ignoring the insult to his sex he re-
sumed, You will remember that for
months and months Sampson waited
around the mouth of the harbor watch
ing for a chance to destroy Cervera's
fleet, yet by the irony of fate he was
many miles away when the battle oc
CURED and to Schley belonged the VIC
tory"
You don't say?" said Imogene. sar
castically, as she ran a moistened fing-
er tip over her eyebrows.
General Harrfes has had the sam.
fate as Sampson; he has reigned over
the Board Of Trade for, 10, these many
moons and yet at the first meeting Of
the board when any action of world
wide significance is taken the general
was many miles away, ana the name OF
Tom Noyes is written in gold letters
across the pages Of Washington his
tory"
Tell me about IT," said Imogene, as
she touched up the high lights of her
face with some stun out Of a little
pink bottle.
"Oh, it's the Commercial Club again"
said Andrew. 'As soon as the general
left town there was some hurried tele-
phone calls and Harry Stiles, Ed Droop.
Arthur Moses, Ed Graham, Dan Gala
han. and Dave Kaufman finding one of
their members In the chair, rushed in A
resolution that 1t was the sense of the
Board of Trade that the canal fete
should be held in Washington, and, of
course, there was weeping and waIltng
in New Orleans, and the mourners go
about the streets of San Francisco and
the sound of the grinding is low!"
Too bad!' said Imogene, holding a
triple mirror close to the light to see
that the two sides Of her complexion
matched
Yes. it's all of for the other two
said Andrew, sadly. "I cannot helm
but think of one obscure member of the
Commercial Club who is a hero in this
+-4SS'IA" II GCOTEG Ou KNOW,
he owns the Ebbitt House, and the New
Orleans boosters are stopping there, and
by this action last night, Of course, he
loses them; but the fact that they were
going Saturday anyway and that he
was given place on the board Of the
Chamber Of Commerce may compensate
him
Il hope so." said Imogene, polishing
one of her nails, on which she had just
put some pink stuff out of a little Jar
Yes" said Andrew, but the closing
of that New Orleans headquarters is goI
ing to be a great loss to sonse Of oux
magenta-nosed citizens. No more will
Colonel keeler extend the glad hand
and the saZarac. The pecans and the
silver fizzes will be packed and the sad
journey home commenced. and tho
streets of the Pelican City will ae
draped in sack cloth and asher"
Does my rat show any place." asked
Imogene, turning round in front OF him.
No" he replied. But think Of that
poor San Francisco crowd at the VIII
lard. They hava been here for months
opening jack pots, wine, and conversa-
tions, and all a thirsty man needed to
do was to yell. 'Hurrah for San Fran
cisco!' and that crowd would take him
into the shower bath and turn the Will
lard wine card on him, yet in one brief
moment, at one fell swoop. the Board
of Trade has bEghted their hopes and
all their labor is wasted, and, in the
language of the poet. They are left to
hold the bag Theirs was a sad fate!'
See If there is any white showing
where you hooked me up she said.
tuEning her back to him.
NO" he said shortly, but the action
of our Board of Trade is SUCH"
I'm ready, now" she interrupted.
Ring down the curtain on ttat mono
logue and tell me honestly wAat you
think will be the result of this reSgaU-
ton of the Board of Trade"
"The Board Of Trade, Ely dear" SAD
lis like Jimmy Simpkins. Jim
my was selling evening papers and yeH-
Ing loudly. A customer engaged him ir
which was as follows:
Where do you buy your papers, littl-
boy?' I get them from Reddy Jones.
What do you pay for Them One
cent What do you sell them for?
One cent Why do you do that? You
don't make any money" oh I jus.
love to holler! "