Evening star., 1918-07-14

n n e is q nice man from way down
ll south in Dixie And he has
room in the home Of an equally
nice woman. who Is helping to win
the war. With q kindly thoughtful
ness which u one Of the reasons that
make people nice. he brought the wo-
man bag OF fruit the other day.
It was bulgy bag filled with yellow
balls that the woman accepted as
grapefruit. But It wasn't grapefruit
The man said 50, and he knew.
Down home. where this fruit
grows, We call 1t pomolo. in honor
of the man who introduced it into
this country from the TAR east We
have always called 1t pomolo. and
we always shall, because pomolo ID
its proper name" And you couldn't
ask q better reason. could you. see
ing that pomolo neither looks nor
tastes like = grapef
II you notice, few discoverers gel
the immortality due them in the mat
ter of names, whether II De So-
lumbus, who founded q continent, or
Pomolo. who provided p;tn,t u d"n:t %ash yorry. s
II is inst one Of the little KINKS IN
human nature that will be straignt-
ened out as soon as the wen kno" II
millennium comes our way. >r
Mrs. Frank Leslie. formerly OF new
York and now OF heaven. was q
prominent promoter OF the tp p1puad and
frankly conceded her share in re-
naming the fruit for the reason. as
she explained, "the big balls grow
in clusters like grapes
In the present wisdom TO wnicn
she has attained Mrs. Leslie oouoe,
less realizes the entire ioolasnnes;s s;spt VI
ifteraliy call the fruit Of his labor
we have to go to, heaven to see
things like that -
Also. grapefruit tastes better wnen
you cali It pomolo. Try once.
-... X
ssnH ERES your greatest show on
> III earth! Walk right In. ladies
an, xent.man. Admission only one
cent?
The boy who bawled 1t out stood In
a muddy lot sided by brick walls. Be-
hind him a luridly>, ,dabbed canvas
hung like a sheet on q line. and be-
hind the canvas were bulges made by
something alive and kicking.
Apparently every boy in the neigh
borhood who could raise q penny
was helping to make the INSIDE pulee'
and q batch Of less prosperous young.
sters stood around outsias snn.ine 20 reveal. %
ments. BY way Of sex variety,
small rag-tag girl leaned against one
az the walls, her face, hidden In her
arms. her bare feet burrowfng IN the
mud. And the rag-tag was crying:
One of the boys in the ou.siae s,. oa.Sa aa;d
yelled out that II she didn't quit he,d
come over there and knock her biock
oil, and another young Bayard SHED
a chin at her and missed. The girl
kept on crying. X.,
A woman who was tripping CAREFUL
" along must have possessed SYM
pathetic soul. for she paused to say
that nice little girls ought to know
better than to cry like that. The
rag-tag> did not appear to be hanker-
sYou lemme lone. you blanked old
smartcake, you.
hurry that her shiny rubbers splash
ed. hit and miss, into the puddles be-
tween the bricks.
Another woman, apparently lacking
in the finer sensibilittes. also paused
to take in the show, and to consider
Hello, SIS. what's the circus
aboutr'
Perhaps the small thing had cried
out her stock ftears. Perhaps, again,
she felt like talking for q change.
sIts q six-toed kitten. An Jimmy
swiped me money outer me fis' an
went in stedder m-eee."
The recital was too much, and the
child ended 1t with a paroxysm of
sgbs. that WAS sorrowful to- iheAf5