The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1919-07-26
White Silk Socks Attract
More Notice in London Than
Abyssinian in Lions Skin

/ somewhere around his office and was
planning to take bit OF a din.
| What-ho,
| And one more. What no. You saw
! that In England. Bill when you've got
nothing on your mind for the present
! and are trying to think up something
else TO say. I've been what-ho for
hours at time over here when I've
been dreaming of how your country
( looks from the top OF hanging wo-
man divide. with pumpkin huttes float
/ Ing on purple away off down to the
! south and clouds peak frosty and
crisp as a Christmas morning Oh,
| what long way from Leicester
! square,
| Which doesn't remind me of queues
at all. But you'll never know about
! Ii ndon unless you know what a queue
| A queue isn't something you wear;
| lis something you stand in You
pronounce 1t short and snappy like
| thls-Q-f you're feeling particu-
| l3rly corn-fed and wild you pronounce
| Il q. I reckon the word comes from
/ the Chinese.
They started this queue habit over
mere during the war when sugar and
! margarine and meat were rationed
Then when everybody wanted to get
! his slab of bacon or his chunk OF
Iaargerine--which 1t Is called food over
| here-all at the same hour and there
was rush on the shops. the cops
used to ride herd on the crowd and
string them out in long line before
the door. Then the poor strays would
inch their way up to the door like the
animals Noah euchered into taking
| that long trip with him
| Well, Bill, these Londoners must
have gone loco over this queue bust
ness and got the habit, for they spend
| their time now straying over the
| range and looking for queue to
stand IN Take 1t on the word of a
man who never raises on a four flush.
II three or four Londoners find them
selves standing together on the corner
in front Of a church or Iongside a guy
who's changing his tire on a busy
street they naturally form a line
women and children FIRST
Queues From Everywhere
Where bus stops there's folly old
queue In front of the head waiter
at the popular eating house the Queue
I springs UP Ike buffalo grass after a
rain. They themselves IN line fo-
the nigger-heaven seats at the opera
house four hours before the guy in
the orchestra begins rubbing up the
cid bull fiddle. And when the tea
hour comes along about four in the
afternoon up at the Trocadero in Pic
ctdilly cidcus (Which isn't the kind OF
circus you mean. Bid. why-Boy.
There's where the Q hounds take the
trail.
Standing in queues just about as
happy sport as "deuces wild" in the
Capitol saloons back room when old
Joe Lefors has his luck with him
You've got several feet to stand on
your own and other peopie's-and
ou've got one Of those large. corn
FED London cops with his trick hats
on to walk UP and down and saw
| Look alive. there.'
After you've GA about two hours
you need cop to tell you to look
alive. bookings the nearest you can
come to being. a.
I was Q'd for fair getting off the
boat from France at a burg called
Foikestone. being an allen
| whichs a bad thing to be over here,
Bill; like being a Chinaman in Ari-
2ona-was herded into a line OF other
aliens to pass before a little window
and show the guy inside my pretty
collection of passport stamps. Well,
| Bill. the Italian citizen just behind me
had cold and he got the sneezes.
Every time he sneezed I knew what
/ he'd had for dinner back in sunny Italy
the month before last You know
| these high-power onions that are the
national flower of Italy
Every time l feel tempted to do a
| few Q's nowadays take the large
lcok around to see there's no Italian
lady or gentleman going to play the
same game. There's nothing spoils a
sport like overplaying it. and when
somebody puts an Italian onion in
the Jackpot they can have my ante,
Give my regards to Tilly, that wait
ress, with the reached hair. who deals
! EN- OF both arms. and keep afew for
| yourself
Yours truly,
| THE WRITER GUY.