Evening star., 1918-03-31

4 EXPECT 1 wouldn't have noticed
Ill Forsythe particular If 1t hadn't
III been for Mrs Robert. 1t takes all
q kinds. you know. to make up
week end house-party bunch, and in
these days, when specimens of the
razor-usin' sex are so scarce-weii.
that's when half portions like this
T. Forsythe Hurd get by as full orders
Besides, Mrs. Robert had meant well.
Her idea was to make the captain
forty-eight-hour shore leave as gay
and lively as possible. Shed had
hard time roundin' up any OF ms
friends, too. Hence Forsythe. One OF
these slim, fine-haired. well manicured
parlor Pomeranians. Forsythe is-the
kind who raves over the sandwiches
and whispers perfectly KILN thinss 10
the ladies as he fits about at afternoon
teas.
We were up at the Ellineses', Wee and
me. film out at Saturday luncheon.
wben Mr.. Robert drifts in. about an
hour behind schedule. You know, he's
commandin' one of these coast patroi
boats. Some of 'em are converted
steam yachts, some are sea-goln tugs
and then again some are just old mem
haden fshboats painted gray. with a
few three-inch guns stuck around on
sem casual. And this last is the sort
If craft MIR. Robert had had wished on
him.
Seems there'd been some weather OF
the Hook for the last few days ana.
with a fresh U-boat scare on. him and
his reformed glue barge had been
hayin' anything but merry time. 1
don't know how the old fishboat stood
II hut Mr.. Robert sure showed that
he'd been on more or less active
service. He had a three-day growth OF
s-ubbIe on his face, his Navy unlIorn,
was wrinkled and brine-stained. ana
the knuckles on one hand were all
barked up.
sswhy. Robert" says young Mrs. Ell
Inns. as she wriggles out of the ciincn
and gives him the once-over- you're
sight" a. NJ ponsr,
'but the beauty parlor on the Narcissus
wasn't working when l left But II you
+ can give me half an hour to
He got it. And when he shows up
again in dry togs and with his face
moved he's almost fit to mingle with
the guests. 1t was about then that T.
Forsvthe was rullin' his star act at the
salad bowl. Course. when you have
only ordinary people around you let tne
Forsytha is present he's asked to mix
the salad dressin'.
So there is Forsythe. wearin' jade
green tie to match the color of the sal
ad bowl. surrounded by cruets and pep
per grinders and paprika bottles. and
manipulatin' his own special olivewood
spoon and fork as dainty and graceful
rs If he was ccnductin' an orchestra.
'Oh. I say. Jevons," says he. signalin'
the Ellinses' butler. have some one
conduct a Glove of garlic to the back
yeranda. slice it. and gently rub 1t on a
crust of fresh bread. Then bring me
tn, bread. And do YOU mind very
much. Mrs. El.ins. if have those Papa
Gontier roses removed? They clash
) with an otherwise perfect color scheme.
and you've no idea how sensitive 1 am
to such jarring notes. Besides, their
! perfume is SO beastlv obtrusive. At
times I've been made quite i'll by them.
Really"
Take them away Jevons" says Mrs.
] Robert. smotherin a sarcastic smile.
Huh" grumbles Mr.. Robert. What
. rotter you are. Forsythe. If could
only get you aboard the Narcissus for
= ten-day cruise! I'd introduce you to
perfumes. the sort you could lean up
against. You know. when a boat has
carried mature fish for
Please. Bob" protests Forsythe. I'VE