Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-07-01
AROUND THE CITY.

A man carrying a dust coat and label.
ton. When he had settled into a corner,
tucked the grip behind his feet and a
transfer in his cap band, he took book
from his pocket and began to read For
MN, the passengers had no existence.
But 1T was different with the girl across
She was pretty girl in sport coat and
Tommy helmet banded with the gone
mad plaid that calls itself allied colors.
and she held short handbook strapped
to nifty little case that meant a foun.
tain pen.
Adaline?''
Miss Alkaline was lady of lunpy con-
tour who couldn't. to save her life, look
pretty, no matter what she had on. She
seemed to know it and not care.
Il reckon he makes better drummer"
II think he'd be grand in the movies,-
still. he must have a gorgeous time trav-
cling around if he were top and
the earth a place for him to spin on. His
tags are just thrilling, aren't they, That
brown one is Roston' and the blue one
is New York and the other blue one
isl can't make il out, can you2''
Miss Alkaline didn't try. Her glasses
were hooked on hillock of white and
lavender spotted lawn, and she had pack
ages in both elbows and a handbag over
her arm.
1T must be perfectly exciting to get on
a car like that and make everybody
stare. mustn't it?'
Well, if that's your ambition. all
you have to do is to hunt up some
checks and paste them on your suit
case. Your coat and hat will do. and the
cars are always handy"
Now, Miss Adaline," and the girls
giggfe was joyous thing to hear .Of
course. I'd want to go to places-oh.
dear me! I do get SO tired of tagging
to office every day and coming back the
same old road, as if / was of no more
account than horse in a milk wagon,
and taking old dictation and every
thing. Don't you wish this was Pull
man and everybody was going to some
way-of strange place, instead of to
government offices and department
stores? Let's shut our eyes and make
believe we are travelling and travelling
and travelling. I'm on my way to Los
Angeles. by way OF the Canadian
Rockies. Where are you bound for.
Miss Adaline?"
Miss Alkaline must have had n tender
heart for youth hidden in the right
place, under her lumpy contour. for her
eyes sparkled understanding Of its
divine foolishness, and her tongue
voiced happy cooperation:
Sorry. honey, but you'll have to
make the journey alone. I've got to
take another train for Chicago"
And the respectable fat body who
was Miss Alkaline got out at the Treas
ury junction.
Ridiculous chatter. of course. but it
was the way a woman and girl talk
ed while riding together in a car.
X X
A grocer man was telling a customer
about some woman who had tainted on
the street. He rushed to the rescue. of
course. and lifted her head from
the
ITS a wonder you hadn't killed her!
Don't you know that her head should
have been lower than her feet?"
The grocer accepted the information
with the smile of one who likes cold
and went on about how a man
stopped his automobile to take her to a
hospital. and how they tried to revive
her with ammonia.
Worst thing you could have done!
Don't you know that when the patient
is unconscious you should never" and
SO on. and SO on.
Which shows how the poor dear doc
tors are going to suffer from every
woman's training in r. c. first aid
p S.-Also the poor dear undertakers.
MAMIE LANCASTER