Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-04-14

Then he took from two bag-like pockets
in the overalls a joint of lead pipe and q
monkey wrench, that for the next dozen
squares kept him perfectly happy. He
tap, tap, tapped at the joint, and then
putting it between the tooth-edged jaws
of the wrench, turned it until 1t wen,
screech, screech. scfeech. Then he look
ed at the joint with professional criti-
cism and did the tapping and screechine
all over again Having drained the last
drip of excitement from the pipe joint
and the monkey wrench he put them back
in the bag pockets and took out a match
from another pocket in his shirt. He
shipped off the end of the match with his
teeth-mighty big. white, strong teeth
too-put the head back in the pocket and
the other part in his mouth Then he
chewed and chewed and chewed.
He could never have heard about the
danger of chewing matches, but, after all
no poison could take the vitality out OF
chap like that. 1t would take rail
road train and freight
And when he had pressed a button with
force enough to set body's nerves siz.
zling. and jumped off the car before II
could slow up, the passengers looked on,
hopefully, as il expecting to see him
crumpled up alongside the track.
But. Lor, child, he wasn't crumpled ur
alongside no track.
He was kiting across common.
One of the magnolia trees in the White
House grounds stands so near the rail-
ing that it's falling leaves drift through
to the tagging.
A woman picked up a creamy petal and
asked the man with her if he didn't
think it was lovely. The mans city d.
rectory name might have been A. Crouch,
burt probably wasn't:
oh, l reckon-but you notice how
stained up the ground looks. Every
smear means that somebody has slipped
up on the PUPPY things. These blamed
leaves are twice as dangerous as banana
skins because they look too innocent.
expect a fall out of them"
| It's just the way you look at things in
this world.
Two women sat at a cafe table. And
while they waited for their orders to be
| filled one of them finished what she had
| to say about goodness showing in ones
| eyes.
you're got it wrong, Mag, because ",
experimental and l know, I'll give you
my last trial. The other night had to
tramp eleven squares in an east wind .uI
Capitol Hill because l had given my last
| cent to an old woman who held me VI
with hunger wail-and afterward when
/ was taking my hair down before the
glass / looked as disreputable as a cheap
cast of Medusa-reduced. That theory
about the becomingness of good deeds
is just a vanity bride to coax us into the
saving of our souls. 1t works all right
with those who have beauty to start
with, but for us homely dubs / reckon
we'll just have to be satisfied with the
feeling that we've lightened load here
and there-and let it go at that
Nothing wrong with that idea, is there!
AS they passed:
Indeed we are not separated, then
Harry and l get along all right. but
simply can't stand for his mothers art
Every time L saw that engraving Of
Solomon and the Ironworker' over the
parlor mantel l felt like l wanted fresh
air, and when l had to face George
Washington with fish bladder legs in the
dining room and Beatrice Cenci with a
chrome face ache in walnut frame over
my bed. ] felt as il / either had to tear
them limbless or run home to mamma
and being a coward, l ran-Why, didn't
you see in the real estate section Sun
day that Harry had bought house?
Uh huh, going to move in next month
six rooms and a sleeping porch; with a
cellar under the entire house and hot
water heat"