The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-06-15

Patty, my love:
Here am ]. and. like the proverbial ca:
have landed on my feet. You see, my
metaphors run TO cats Just now You
can't live a week with nine cats and not
set useo to them
The Meanest Man in New York has
called me up three times over the phone,
wired twice and written me a three page
letter telling me that If / did not come
back and turn IN my Art, / would be
canned * use his language, not my own.
I reluctantly said good bye TO Cousin
Jonathan, Cousin Miriam. Ponto, the dog,
Petite, the parrot, Prettithing, the canary,
Love, Beuaty, Darling, Dearie, Grey
Mouse, Little Tab. King, White Mouse,
and Royal, the nine cats, and, TAKING A
TAXI, made by way to the elevated and
on back TO the Big Town, via a trans
Ter in Brooklyn to the subway and the
Grand Central
I have never Travelled very much on the
subway, Patty. and it was late and was
tired. and 1 kept wondering il should
know when I reached the Grand Central
station. tried to look If / did not
mind at all If passed it, but I was MT
particularly anxious to pass up any more
stations, II it could be avoided. My feet
have had it in for me ever since walked
from Jamaica to Glenn Morris, via Vine
street-and don't blame them.
Besides, not long ago I spent the best
part Of 6, day in the subway. When You
lose your way in a subway, 1t is very
much HE the game of Hide and Seek
There you are, and there you aren't.
OF course, Patty, it Is not so with yoh
or any of those intelligent and we'll
trained PEOPLE / know in Pensacola. They
always know exactly what to do. But
am Just an ignorant young thing, and
when / get on the train in the subway,
] clutch my bag. and watch every man in
a SLOUGH hat, to see II he has a gun con-
ceaIed, and shudder, every time see two
people Put their heads together, In a
friendly whisper. I am sure they are
plotting 70 steal my jewels. II is all very
we'll for Penny to remind me that ]
haven't any-(Mother saw to that when
left home. She abhors Jeweied daugh-
Rers). But how to the thugs know that a
radiant young creature sncn as In not
strung with them, somewhere about ner
person, now that jeweled aniklets are 20
much In vogue? / shall not go further
into this question, whoa has vast possl-
biIities, but will add that I have always
loathed the idea Of being sand-bagged. 1t
seems &c messy. So when ] get in the
subway I watch my step, just as the
conductor tells me to do. And I am 70
busy watching my step and the people
arbout me. that ] have formed a bad
habit OF dashing past my station, along
with the train.
one day not long ago took a train AZ
the Grand Central intending TO 60 to
Thirty-fifth street. Instead of getting off
at Thirty-third. I did not get out until
I reached Twenty-third. I was so busy
watching an interesting Stranger, with a
dark and sinister face and wondering il
DC were u Bolshevist. When 1 got off at
Twenty-third street station. someone
kindly took me in charge-a fat old lady,
with several big loaves of bread under
her ARMAND assured me that it would
be an easy thing to get back. and II /
aid not go out Of the station, could get
to Thirty third street without paying an
other niokle. Saving five cent piece
means lot to me. just now. And when
the train dashed in and 1 found myself
swept on by the mad crowd. I sat me
down with sigh of satisfaction. Which
gave place. to chagrin. when we dashed
thunderously past Thirty-third street.
past all the streets. and found myself
back again at the Grand Central station
] HAD TAKEN AN EXPRESS!
Very we'll said I to myself. 'I'n beat
iris game haven't got Dad for a