Evening star., 1920-10-03
AROUND THE CITY,.


ITWo women-of the type that have
no history-were taking fur
Tough after a drive on silk remnants.
The face of one was as cheerful as
a kitchen garden. The other was
war declaration turned human. Her
continental hat of battle gray vel
vet, exactly the shape that conti-
with hatpins that stuck out on both
sides like guns from deck, and her
voice was as sharp as sword. To
! be scientifically accurate, make IL
two swords and a dirk. HAD neI 5
| words been shrapnel, they would
have riddled her national uncle TOE
| '.doublin an thribblin' the prices OF
every doggone thing''-and with III t. MN mn
| fathers for not allowin' her the vote
why? Because they are afraid OF
what the women will do to this little
old burg, that's what. From mere ere
she made kangaroo mop 10 r tue
pose of indorsing the doctrine OF the
bomb-getting off her traitor stun
with the irresponsible innocence OF
a child playing with matches:
@ glory 1i.Sts in tsont em fhtm xnq cs@ for em en-.
Henrietta, 1 say fight! woman
don't stand no show in this town.
! why, lissen. Tuesday l give spread
an took a little account OF 1t to the
papers the last thing Sad'day night:
An don't you know. there wasn't
one of 'em hadda line about 1t sun
day mornin'. An that's as true as
Pmer standin' here! But they was
sloppin, over with elections an the
leftover war-teiiin ever niue shans an
that went on all over the world an
missin' a entertainment right unoer
their noses! II / hadda killed my
husb'n or choked ma, to death pose
Pder bad my photo on the front
page. You don't halter teach me that
this is mans world. Henrietta. but
lemme tell you, the times. a-comln =.
What I wanter live to see Is a WON.
! ans world. with everything goin'
peaceful an considret"
| She had accented her yearning with
| a forward plunge of the battleship
i that caused Henrietta to jerk backward; !;
/! MY goodness, woman, you nkeo
| to lab my eye out with one OF them
| hatpins! If you don't take care now
you go around with 'em stickin' out
| like that, you'll get your picture in
the papers yet. An when you come
down to it, there's one good thing
about a mans world. anyhoY. 1t
isn't responsible for hatpins
| X X X
THEY looked like two tiny girls
wheeling doll carriages in the
park. And to prosaic eyes. their CAPS
| and aprons were Of white tissue pa
per. but
! One was Mamselle and the other
was named Sarah: And both were
| nurses to babies of real flesh and the
| very best blood that comes. Also,
| they were deeply immersed in the
| affairs of the families they lived in.
''Oh. none jew. Sawah. 1 don't see
how you can go away and leave that
| of him hut his muvver- II 1T was
me. would kinnyap him-she'd never
miss him."
| "You needen talk, Mamselle. your
/ madam runs roun' as much as mine
does. I don't p'sume she knows that
| inkfant of yours by sight-all muv-
| vers is that 3 way 'cep'n common.
everyday ones. An my madam Is
| twice as pwitty as yours-an' so Is
my baby-but I got to have more
| wages, the shofer says
| None jew-but I forget, you don't
| unnerstan' French"
| Leaves danced down from trees to
| sun-f1ickering gravel and everywhere
in Franklin Park little children were
| at play, except the two tiny girls.
| For they were not little girls at all
but two real grown-up nurses. And
they were trundling real babies in
l real go-carts along the glamoro.s
I high road which, geographically Is
| located in the kingdom of Make Be-
lieve. That lost Atlantis. neighbors,
which was once our home, but which
we can never go back to because
there is a high, high wall. And we
are on the outside.
iTHERE is an Adonis-come-again
| in this town whose popularity
is entirely too much of good thing
just now. His troubles revolve around
two young matrons. a widow old
enough to be picking out her heirs
| and a higtegrade girl-all of them with
| slews of money.
! To quote his wall, he is "balled up
! end. a motor trip to a country home
in Pennsylvania, theater party and
dance at country club-all of
which would be dandy except that
they are for the same date-Jand he
doesn't know how to wriggle free.
You see, Miss Ann. | made them
at different times early in September,
without realizing the fix was getting
myself in-'
And now you are wishing for that
lodge in the poetical wilderness?"
THAT wouldn't help; they've got
cars ana W0ulQ trall me. Darn 1t all;
I wish I was an old maid!'
1t was his uttermost conception of
being let alone-a social Dante's idea
of the bottomest circN-a comic sup
plement's perturbation of a roped and
hobbled joke.
You might ip1ay sick" Miss AIMS
suggestion was highly inexcusable in
a virgin verging on-but don't let's
mention ages.
That's blessed idea! How de you
think up things like that? And say,
I Miss Ann, l could come around to your
/ house and read you that scenario
that +"
/ $50 sorry, son, but I have an en-
gagement with another man."
I One may sympathiZe with Adonises,
| of course, but-revenge is sweet.
Ask any melodrama.
| 4 y y
! uERE is a message from out of the
friendly unknown:
| Dear Lady Lancaster: Your bun
galow colony next the one-fare zone
! to be built by the 'stepdaughters of