Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-09-07

U.ss Oklahoma hat ribbons, were prisoners of
- mine in pleasant little East Side place Of Teu-
tonic flavor. With table had barrcaded them
tight wooden alcove and had posted. within hearing
any sudden outcry, blond. profuse sentinel in white
comics of more theaters that evening" natural CON-
at amateur night in Third when
ones companions start putting through the
cry discourage inefficient performance.
In the alcove my imprisoned sailormen sat in tho
peculiar cramped attitude purely American comfort:
on the small OF their backs with knees up
their cfns and their shins wedged against the tables
From this position they made feeble efforts from
time, with moving stiy from the shoulder.
to reach the glasses the table. They smoked and
found that in this infinitely difficult operation
ashes having be disposed of with twists and groanngs
various incidental uxures abandoned altogether.
But for ali that that they thought themselves
Supremacy comfortable Their lean, brown faces showed
least philosophical resignation their imprisonment
and. BESIDES rather SNUG NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. in
recolecng the details Of their disgrace
Shorty who voiced that amazing state of mind
AT rate, said he sucking his teeth with self
eomplacency. 1.-The crowd wit u.s."
i forced to admit that. I remembered how, at
the shameful moment the gallery mob approving and
reishng that emphatic form of criticism, had clam
bered its seats and bawled passionate protest at
o6-taking.
THE noise was turrfoss" reelected shorty proudly.
Not only in the Peanut but in the orchestra
WELL Pfercn' from the orchestra Prob'ly
society coils, gone bus-house at our peril
Il think it was guy fell out o the balcony re-
marked big Patrick calmly endeayornE to account
prosaicaly for that
NO. cried shorty obviously finding in thi. touch
dam fool? Just delib'rutly. s'pose! Patrick don't
you m forget buy a paper in mornin.'
Dye think they'll have it in the papers?" inquired
Patrick of fattered Reviewing mentally the various
incidents Of that episode. constrained to be-
ieve So
wit the names?' asked Shorty nquistiveiy almost
greedny.
Fortunately. mott" I exclaimed with fervor
shory's face fell The only time ever got into the
papers,, he said plant1vely they spelt bad
liar time passed the oappn' around. That
was night at Barnum's
Have got tho Bull an the papers. sir? Tanks"
Roll me one." said Patrick laziiy. I'm try again.
bat mhsdoubt I'll lose in me mouth like all the rest
It's seegars does that"
Lick IT, ordered Shorty, holding the rolled
cigarette him. and:
"Ah. We dude" Patrick's that
Of nicely. taking it clumsily big paws
spiling half the tobacco. At which Shorty laughed
derisdvey.
sentinel had come laden and gone shtened:
Shorty" said. that Barnum's business"
That said he again sliding down his back.
hts glass trembling high knee, was nothn' but
the woild too long, wit my liberty at an the
foot O. West Forty-fourth street miles :"
Perhaps stared at this sudden virtue
You'll hardly have much of a tomorrow I
tempted him. You know your shippers ashore. at the
big dinner downtown
No danger time" Shorty cynicaly. He
of himself
"A show of HIMSELF. cried at once shocked and
delighted at this lese-majeste.
from he slips up up am ses down res
] Msn he those unconsid rate Jap coolies would
"cons;usif. ehs". drawlsd Patrick, But what vol
Have s ss ' forgot oSr ,ehs
p anS to :m'1sa; suddenly for him r.,,
KKa o6ss msxa a aH.on0ma'
sss's as'e' :ss
s , to
Grave e YOU'D a think he was dead He's great
thank I'm his phantherpst made him what
You did" assented Patrick grinning.
An what reton does he make when he long
up in the Of hs an hm f he
takes an tries to jump through 1t needed tree
Wait. n from the beginnn'
'Ye see, George should never "a went into the
soivice He mistook his CALM he sailorman he
wit shaved neck a bang he could chew the end
of Every NOV pitcher. Ar. stuck his shape
Say! In the shower baths he forever humpin up
ia 9ok he haa n;se muggsa at pan photographers
folded to bulge out his bicanis an m on nus S 1o
make ye sick to your stummick Wit pity for him.
day me punch wasnin up begun to say what fine
himself out wit wind fairs he'd CO. hadn't
' , IL OUT an soapss an spoil the tablo He got
down IN the suds an be slapped We thought his heart
That's the kind George vas .ul got done
Il gather that you disi!ked George."
. Patrick smiled discreety and put dsrepuabe cigar
Il couldn't ahear him." said Shorty with dazzling
frank kas.s
Patrick elaborate interest in lighting hi 3
cigar Shorty looked at him swiftly onceI thought
gauge his tresent faithfGlness.