The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1911-01-28
NEW YORK, Jan. "a, 1911.

1 u w Ilt tai b'N I'm 49, ~
ever strike New York after three
spot in the suburbs! Then you
know the answer?
You remember Gus, the fair
haired boy, Bill? | met HIM and
we reminisced over 'ons, shell
glasses, the kind that tinkle when
the ice hits the side like Laura
Jean Libbey wedding bells. Gut
intimated they couldn't show HIM
on Broadway, buf if you
ask me, they did. Last time |
saw him was one night after the
broilers had goone to roost, doing
a HALEY in a big, red siX-wagol,
looking for his hotel.
Passing over the first couple of
days, which aren't Just clear, IN
let you in on a matinee in which
| played juvenile to u slim prin-
cess.
Before I left home Jack Barnes
gave me a letter to his cousin and
insisted that | call. Well, you
know ME, Biz Lead me to it and
pat me on the back and I'll stand
without hitching. Whom it comes
to being easy my middle name is
Mark.
| mailed Jacks letter with a
note, asking if l might call, and
Diamond Jim behind the register
passed the answer to me next day.
1t said: please call this after
noon,' so | horned in.
Barnes doesn't cut any figure
Fights at home, but he was a doggy
boy on Broadway, Bill. His cous-
in-Mrs. Cartyr-like that-the
slim princess person, is the bell
wether of the high speed society
mob. She's a widow-.hubby hav-
ing drawn a harp from overworx
trying to count his money. All the
mammas in Manhattan with IN
tagged sons are milling around her
like beef cattle, looking for open
ings. She's richer than cream, Bill
and she spends it like Pittsbuv-
ger with a show girl.
When | reached her home, Mrs.
Cartyr was lit up like the Coney
tower. She said it gave her so
much pleasure to meet one of
Jacks friends, just as if she meant
it. | fealt glad | wasn't a mind
reader, but she put it Oyes nicely.
Jack must stand like a burglar.
She wanted to know if I'd escort
her to the automobile show.
WOULD |?
We took a taxi because her car
was wind broken or had the
heaves, or something. Mrs. Car
tyr merely wanted to look around.
II don't intend to buy car" she
said I'm economizing." And
ever since I've wondered what she
would do if she got one of Eva
Tanguay's Il don't care" spells.
We wandered about the Garden
for three hours, and, BILL | was
in a trance. | was at heel" like
a setter pup, carrping her furs,
while she tossed the hope stuff to
statesmen. She had my number
from the pistol, and I haven't re-
covered it yet.
One car hit center with her and
she could have taken it home for
$500, but she turned to what she
said was a "rawther nice thing in
a small car, and cheap too, don't
you think 1t certainly was
SOME buggy, Bill, and | could
see it was hers when she dove
for her checkbook.
MY car is so big and Henri
finds it difficult to handle in the
crowded traffic." she explained.
This little car will do very we'll
for shopping, and it is bargain
at $500. Henri suggested that
/ look at it, this morning"
Bill, see where Henri collects
in a day or two.
We investigated everything on
the main floor and two balconies,
following the mob except when
she saw something interesting
Those statesmen could smc:l money
when she stopped, and they talked
magnetos, transmission, locomotor
ataxia, cylinder displacement, cry
sipelas, lost motion. sliding gears
and the rest of the gas wagon
patter without dropping an eye
glass, although some of it must
have hurt them.
On the stairs Mrs. Cartyr said,
81 am glad l bought that cheap
car. l didn't intend to when
came in, but it will prove econoln-
ical and save the big car. Next
year | shall buy a French touring
car. l have had one for two years
and Henri says they are superior
to American cars" oh, you
Henri!
Ke went to another show where
foreign cars had the floor, and
the slim princess came to a point
on a French 80 that sported lin.
CUISINE like a drawing room. II
bet that car will walk along like
Henrietty on parade when Henri
shoots it into the high.
And Henri's to have the chance
Bill, because when she got a flash
at the gray brocade interior, witt
the speaking tube, flower vase ant
other accessories, the slim prin'
cess fell without a flutter. She
and the salesman sputtered away
i'm Detroit French for three min
utes, and she did another Keller
man for her check book. This
time she sliced $500 from the
bank roll, and was allowed $500
for her old car.
Bill, for a woman who was re
'trenehlng and stringing her bets
So