Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-05-05
THE OTHER ANGLE
No Mans Land
BY KIRK MILLER.

If you put your fiapper to the ground
you will hear gang of citizens
squawking about the y inflated price Of
respiration. and, although there are a
lot of apartments being subleased for
the summer. YOU don't stub your nose
on anybody who is willing to suitcase
their ticket to life.
Every one is trying to sign up for a
term of years with the old life landlord.
despite the present altitude of low liv-
ing. but with the amount of chin pyro-
technics daily aimed at the tall cost Of
existence. you'd think we were all
living in no mans land.
Well. If there are any goofus birds
who don't like what they are getting
on the American menu, apply to any re-
ruiting station and you'll be fitted for
where the diet is calculated to agree
with all Corners.
While we never heard much of no
mans land before the war became
gentleman's terrain In every American
household, just the same as there is
"a towel rack in the kitchen and a
slight leak in the bathroom plumbing.
No mans land is a place where all the
arguments are won in soprano; place
where the good lady Of the house asks
the bum. gentleman of the same whether
he will have spaghetti or macaroni for
breakfast
She decided before she cross- questioned
him that noodles would follow the cereal.
but she's going to touch him for the price
Of a new set OF shoe laces and She wants
to be an affab!e as an abscessed tooth
architecture of the breakfast to vote
so chat the contour will suit both access
sories before the fact. They evict the
goldfish from the aquarium and use 1t
for ballot box.
He votes for salt mackerel.
She ncminates ham and eggs.
And if he had come to breakfast twenty.
embryo hen decorating the hand-tainted
china they got with cigar coupons and
years of patient saving. That's no mans
land
thiclsly populated center of feminine. grav-
fly outside of seminary. that we ever
risked a mean eye on. 1t is principally
occupied by lingerie. an innate love for
sore ,nsteps from wearing 3 IA pumps
when they ought to be sporting 10 lis
Easily!
So. a lot of our boys who are so
effervescent with ambition and stuff to
rest their gun barrels in no mans land
can just look around them and they'll
find all the earmarks, including the
smell Of powder One sniff of some of
the sachet you get during skip stop
excursion is enough to make you start
paying installments right now on
your gas mask and other fighting
bric-abrac.
No mans land? Did your wife or
cheapheart ever send you to a. white
muslin sale to barter for an. hour OF
crepe de chine or yard Of daylight?
Did you escape without learning that
elbows were made for something be-
sides keeping your wrist watch from
crawling up your collarbone?
Be that as it may. howsomeever. our
knitting set ia a gay little collection of
fighters. and If they didn't assert their
knittenish authority over us, we'd soon be
running wild on the paths and forgetting
to touch second base. Only one bird
ever got away with neglecting to tag
the middle sack and he kept right on
to the shower baths. which proves
that there's many a slip between the
china and the chin.
All woman enemies must desert the
District by midnight. tonight and II you
haven't got your liberty bond you'd bet
ter engage passage, too.
Might as well! .