Evening star., 1917-09-23


There was another man on the side.
but he didn't count except for scenic
detail. And for the same reason. 1t is
Just as well to jot down shadowy god
dess in the background and name her
Charity" Every little helps.
The problem took the shape of dime.
And the man who owned 1t held 1t out on
his palm as he soliloquized indecision
whether to spend it on nip or a shaVe
both of which he needed.
How about two beers?"
1t was a crafty suggestion, but the
man on the side might just as well have
conf1ded it to the electric pole which
was serving him just then as the Duke
of Argyle's post served his shepherds.
The other man kept on shifting ms
a spotiteht. And on his face was the
complacency of him who controls the
power to obtain at least one OF tne
boons of life The dimeless man might
have posed as a life-size image OF envy;
And the goddess took an unexpected
sten forward. as if to take hand IN
the game. .oa
but if I take a dram my vile Will De
sure TO- ,.
sold one. And I'm hungry.
She looked 1t. Furthermore. she was
old and pathetically genteei.
So the man forked over his dime.
And he will probably never give tne
incident another thought until-scme-
observation-disclosures Voice will say to
him:
With his white jacket, blue eyes and
seranh hair. you might naturally mis-
take him for a boy singer in church
choir. but he isn't. He is soda foun-
tain clerk. n.
and cracked ice, and who knows the
how. inquired socially as to the faVorite
sirup of composite woman. The young
ster. who was taking time to preathe,
on, a drizzly day, looked at her and
grinned.
.aThe peaches go in for ice cream,
but the lemons almost always want
something cold and sour like them-
selves"-then he looked scared.
The customer accepted the inslnuatlor
with commendable affability. You
know the old saying: Like likes IKE.
Tell me some more.
IT was Just kidding you-but. honest
I'd rather wait on anybody than the
peach bunch. They want too much Tor
a flavor, or it isn't sweet enough. or
some other foolish cut-up, which they
never find out until their glasses are
half empty. so they can come coolhs
for more bubbles. Do they get a glass
and a half of soda on one check from
me? Do look it? You ought to see me
turn 'em down. When a peach comes in
here with her fellow she's too ethereal
to more than sip at the foam. and then,
inst to show you, one of them had the
sweet nerve to tell me one day that
owed her an extra dab of cream, be-
cause she scarcely touched her soda
the night before when she was in here
with her steady. It's when peach Is
doing her ethereal stunt that she gets
away with a spoon for souvenir. Hear
me tell YOU this one: A husky-lookins
chan in uniform broke in on me last
week with a box that came from a
swell jewelry shop. In the box was
spoon. He said that his girl, sweet, IN
nocent little thing, had taken one of our
ione-handIed cream singers TO re-
member the occasion by. and that
knowing she had no idea Of doing any
thing wrong, he thought ne would come
in and make good
NO fellow can help being cynic after
working two years in this atmosphere
of sweetened wind-so l opened the
eyes of that bully chump. Son. l says
YOU take this spoon to grille, and make
her send back the one she swiped. ii
will turn you dizzy to see how quick
she will give up sentiment OF plated
ware for a prosaic something that is
silver"
Oh. yes, he looks like a chorus boy. all
right, but he talks equal to that other