Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-09-14


that this Penrhyn Deems person
10 missing.
ION how many cylinders?" says I.
I might have added. too, that even
II he'd been mislaid permanent
could struggle along. First off, any
body with a name like that could be
easy spard. Penrhyn! Always re-
minded me Of q headache tablet.
Where did he get such a fancy tag?
never could believe that was
sprinkled on him. Listened to me
like something he'd thought UP him
self when he saw the chance of it's
z being used so much on four sheets
and billboards. And II you'd asked
me I'd said that the prospect Of his
not contributin' any more Of them
musical things to the Broadway
stage wasn't good cause for decree
In lodge of sorrow. Them last
two efforts Of his certainly was
punk enough to excuse him from
tryin' again. What II he had done
the lines and lyrics for 1.-THE Bucca-
iaeers Bride? That didn't give him
any license to unload bush-league
Stu1 for the rest OF his career. did
hit had been more or less Of an ac-
cident. That being the case, maybe
It was time for him to fade out.
Course. I didn't favor Mr.. Robert
with all this. Him and Penrhyn was
Did college chums together and
while they amt been real thick in
late years they have sort Of kept in
touch. I suspect that since Penryhn
got to ratin' himself as kind Of a
combination Of Reggie De Koven
and George Cohan he amt been so
easy to get along with. Maybe I'm
wrong, but from the few times I've
teen him BLOWN in here at the Cor
fugated that was my dope. You
know. One Of these parties who car
Ties his chest out and walks heavy
On his heels. Yes. I should judge
that the ego in Penrhyns makeup
would run we'll over 275 per cent.
But 1t takes more'n that to get him
scratched from Mr.. Roberts list.
He's strong for keepin' UP old
members whatever good points they
have and lets it ride at that. So
he's always right there with the
friendly hail whenever Penrhyn
Awaggers in wearin' them noisy cos
tunes that he has such a weakness
for and with his eyebrows touched
up and his cutie-boy mustache effect
decoratin' that thick upper lip. How
4 fat party like him could work up
TO much personal esteem I never
could understand. But they do. You
watch, next time you're on a subway
platform, who it is that gazes most
fond into the bun-machine mirrors;
ana II 1t amt mostly these blimp-
built boys with a 40 belt measure.
then I'm wrong on my statistics
Anyway, Penrhyn is that kind.
'"This Is the third day that he has
been missing, Torchy." says Mr.
Robert, solemn.
"Yes2" says I. Seems to me saw
an item about him in the theatrical
notes yesterday. something about
his being a. W. o. l. Kind Of joshing.
II read. like they didn't take it seri-
BUS"
"rhat's the disgusting part Of It,"
says Mr.. Robert. Here is a man
who disappears suddenly. to whom
almost anything may have hap
tened from being run Ger by a
truck to robbery and murder: yet.
because he happens to be connected
with the theatrical business. it is re-
ferred to as IL 1t were some kind Of
b Joke. Why. he may be lying I'M
identified in some hospital or at the
bottom Of the North river"
"Anybody out looking for him?" I
asks.
mot so far as can discover"
days Mr.. Robert. II have phoned up
to the shuman offlces-they're put
ting on his new piece, you know
but got no satisfaction at all. He
hadn't been there for several days
That was all they knew. Yes, there
had been talk Of giving the case to
= detective agency. but they weren't
Sure 1t had been done. And here is
bis poor mother up in New Rochelle
almost on the verge Of nervous
trostration. There Is his fiance
too, little Betty Parsons. who Il
crying her eyes out. Nice girl. Betty
And it's q shame that something
isn't being done. Anyway. I shall
do what I can"
Sure" says I. II hadn't though
about his having mother-and
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