Evening star., 1916-08-27
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81 don't Know when II Will ne pASHeus
exactly. I don't know when it will be
passed"
He has a way of repeating things
like that.
II don't know when 1t will be passed
but you can write 1t down. my boy.
that the sun will be good and hot
when it finally passes"
All of which was repeated to news
paper friends and to the public via the
great American PRESS. And congress-
men who thought they knew sneered
would be a law in April and all that
sort of thing.
But 1t wasn't. And on the day that
the last legislative act in the naval
bills history was taken the sun rose
to heights never before attained and
the thermometer boiled over at the
top. 1t was only the other day, you
will remember.
Which is really remarkable weather
prophecy.
Reading in famous book by a
famous man on the care of children.
ran across a statement that children
under ten years of age shouldn't be
allowed to eat corn, celery. lettuce.
eggplant and a lot of other things. and
that they shouldn't be allowed to have
cream on their cereal.
My mind ran back to August %. 1915
Just about year ago-when I acted
as chaperon for a boy whose ninth
birthday occurred on that immortal
date. He was to be allowed to go to
New York with me and spend the day
in whatever manner he chose, always
barring interference from the police.
Whatever he chose to do or see or eat
or drink, he was to be allowed to do 1t.
That day will be pivotal date. We
were in New Jersey, at Arcola, a gar
den spot of the universe, and young
Harry looked forward to the day some
what as young Jason must have look
ed forward to a,IS peep P. at the the golden n
combination of motor car. railroad and
ferry and landed at Chmabers street,
New York, exactly as the clock licked
off 9 am.
when will we have lunch?" he asked,
as he set foot on Manhattan.
"At ~, I suppose Why?"
IT am hungry"
But you have Just had breakfast"
'"That was almost two hours ago"
Principally he wanted to ride on the
tops of 5th avenue buses, which is an
inexpensive amusement. but bores one
Of mature years. At IL o'clock. how
ever, he threw his hands into the air
and declared that II he did not get
something to eat at that instant he
would probably die right there in the
middle of 5th avenue.
1 think this attack was superinduced
by the sight of very famous candy
shop with a red front and CARLOAD of
chocolate bonbons in the window. When
asked him what he wanted. he replied
blandly that he thought chocolate Ice
cream soda would stave off complete
and utter starvation for few minutes.
so we alighted from the bus and made
our way into the shop, where Harry
stuck his face in the ice cream soda
like hungry dog trying to crunch a
large bone.
man who had gone in the store to
in the country, looked at Harry and
shook his head with a sigh.
Il didn't know there was such COM
plete happiness in the world" he NUT
tered as he left.
And then we rode in buses some more,
and at quarter of IL Harry said the
agony of starvation was on him again,
and we started out to find a place to
have lunch in regal manner. He was to
choose the spot He walked by the
most famous hotels in New York and
glanced upward at their imposing and
at the same time forbidding walls and
they tempted him not. He walked by
those restaurants into whose portals
walk with delight, but to Harry they
meant nothing. He passed by enough
famous eating places to keep the coun-
try in lunches for q year.
Down little side street he wandered
in an innocent and unknowing manner.
He knew not where he was going, but
luck guided his footsteps There was
French bakery, with a large plate
glass. Through the glass Harry could
see heaps and piles Of food. In addi-
! tion. there was a display of food in a
glass case outside. Within he could
see people eating. eating. eating. He
saw the chef cheffing. and the walters
waiting. and the food looked good.
There's where I want to go to
lunch," he announced
And why? Simply because he could
see supply of food from the side
walk. I think he had an idea that
being once inveigled into one of those
hotels with the fortress fronts, he
might f1nd himself a prisoner in some
inextricable position where he could
get no food. He could look square at
the Hotel De Fritz. for instance, and
see nothing but doorways and windows
In front Of the little bakery he could
actually see food by the bale.
And SO he went inside and ordered
don't suppose any other waiter on earth
ever wrote such an order. Il was
mostly demands for coAn on the cob.
He ordered IL In such plentitude that
it was served like sticks Of cordwood,