Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-08-19
AROUND THE CITY.

handed over a small, genteel safety
and that was all there was to that.
The only excuse. whatever, for men,
tioning IL is for the proof it gives that
in spite OF the untravelable distance
between a summer girls blouse and a
blue denim worn by a SON of the soil.
there come times when their needs are
the same.
that makes this world such an excit-
Ing place to live in
He began life as a pioneer and is
closing in on his Bible limit with a
heart brimful OF kindness for his
fellow man, but with no great knowl-
edge of books.
And he is sympathetically concerned
in the welfare of his old landlady-a
hard-working soul, whose husband has
been streaking on, for years. to be
absent for months on what he calls
scientific explorations for the govern
ment. with no salary attached-only
to return and be slavishly served and
humored by his wife because she is
glad to have him back.
And this is part of what the pioneer
man had to say to a woman friend
about the prodigars latest homecom-
ing:
We'll, the cap'n walked in on us
last night, as casual as IL he'd only
per to his name, but suit case Uttered
up with shells he picked up on some
mountain to show the sea used to be
there. As usual. the madam was as
retoiced as IL he had brought her a
bank-had him a pan of hot biscuits
and pot of coffee in no time
KILLED the fatted calf, did she?"
"No-oh. no. They're vegetarians-
both of them
When theory bucks into fact some-
thing is liable to crash. And it won't
be fact.
Consider. say. umbrellas.
One night a woman went to the the
alter In costume guaranteed not TO
fade in the wash. Her companion was
more elegantly fussy in silk. and both
were adorned with umbrellas. 1t had
stormed earlier in the evening and was
raining lightly when the play was over.
On the outer edge of an improvidently
umbrellaless crowd the person you
might call the wash lady noticed a
We're de Verish young woman in rose
georgette with a lot of frilly silver on
the waist.
Naturally, nobody wastes sympathy
on any Lady Clara in the Home.
James," class. but when a young wom-
an looks out into the downpouring
night with the demoralized anguish OF
one who may be wearing rose and sill.
yer on the installment plan
So the wash lady offered up her gloria
Not that she was one of those sweet crea-
lures you read about, understand. but
simply because. as a matter of con-
scientious comfort, il is a whole heap
better to do the right thing and be
stung than to let a chance to help get
by. Most everybody feels that way.
Besides. to come right down to it, she
needed a new umbrella. anyhow, and
she could poke her own head under her
friends ivory-handled shelter as far as
the car.
BY the time the two reached Capitol
Hill the downpour had become a deluge,
and. as black silk calls for all the UNI
brella it can get. the wash lady had to
perform Atalantas flying act, from track
to house steps. And got as drenched as
IL she had been foundering in the fountain
Of youth-except for looks, of course.
Next morning the umbrella was returned
with gust of girlish thanks-three words
misspelled and eleven uncalled-for ejacu-
lations bless her heart-and that was all
there was to that except:
A man-nice man, at that-who CHANGED
to be standing by when the messenger
came expressed surprise at the glorias
return
Ever lend an umbrella and fail to get
t backy'
Cant say ever did. but you know the
Did saying"
And, as nothing is too remarkable to
happen in this world-or the next-there
s no telling how many grouchy adage
makers have had to take their medicine
'or writing saws that hinder instead OF
help MAMIE LANCASTER