Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-07-26

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ing cash. For instance,
|. III since she was not able
to write names and ad.
IL dresses, II was her habit
LNN to hit upon the customers
~ NJ chief popularity and make
n record of her in accord
ance with that. One woman, let us say,
looked to her like cat. II she should come
In and call for three loaves of bread the
charge against her would appear some.
what as shown in the margin here. When
the woman afterward paid
her account Francesca
would simply run her
pencil through the tallies. ~
She never made n mis- H.,
take. LII
About this same time
Francesca awakened to n
the fact that the world
held man for her He was Olivieri tho
barber She could not write, but her friend,
Doctor Hurlong, who when he wasn't prao.
tcing dentistry was studying Italian and
music. could She went to him and dictated
to him In the dialect of her own province
letter for her lover. Doctor Hurlong,
while not able to understand what she was
saying, could still set II down phonetically
on paper, and Cllvieri, when he got It, was
able to puzzle "a out He, In turn replied
to Francesca, and Doctor Hurlong without
getting the meaning of the letter at all.
read IL out for her. Several years after
this Francesca attended business college
and they readjusted their course to take
care ofsher case. She Is now happily mar.
ried to her barber and is keeping house for
him In West Philadelphia.
CIR-There has been 30 much said in
~ the papers lately by cynical writer's of
one sex or another about the lovely times
that the gay husband has while the fam.
ilys away at mountain or shore. Can't
you say word for those of us married
men who are actually lonely? A. r.
We haven't anything new to say, but
this, which was written out of a full heart
just ten years ago, will not come amiss,
perhaps:
NIGHT IN BACHELORS HALL
TheU'Ue gone Gtodvi 1t seems a year,
Avei toeeks Of years, since they tOere here;
And yet It 1odS but yesterday
I kissed them tOhen they 1oent dtDdy,
Atcdv from all the scorching heat
That grips this bricEtod1ed city street.
And 1t tods tOho bade them 90,
Though she, dear heart, protested so,
And votoed I'd find no joy at all,
Nor dny peace, in Bachelors Hail.
I laughed at that, but she tods right;
I ncper knetO a Sddder night
Than this, tchile thus tread alone,
These silent halls coll my otcn.
neuer thought this place could change
So utterly and seem so strange.
The night Is hot, and yet chin
PeruddeS the house; 1t Is so stIL
I miss the Hvin0 atmosphere
That comforts me tUhen they are hero;
I miss the sigh, long 0-drdton and deep,
The music of refreshing sleep,
That unduIutes the gentle breast
OF toeGrv motherhood at rest.
And IN the unuccustomed gloom
That ShroudS the small adjoining room
miss the noGns, the mu17ed scredmS
OF childhood troubled In It's dreams.
And Is this GHP Nag! mora miss
The strong, heart-thrilHn0 joy, the bliss
OF harding, 11ith protecting arm,
BetIoeen these precious hearts and harm.
OF sing your song, all 20 toho roam,
Your tOtstTuI song OF Home, Etceet
Home"
But, though unhappy Is your lot.
Yoa toiH not find sddder spot
In all the t1orId than Home. tohen they
Who make tt Home haze gone atoay.
A SOUTHERN contemporary speaks of
"A automatic feeding apparatus for
chickens governed by an alarm clock"
Goshl The he-chicken is a self f-govern-