Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-08-22
DOPEYDAN AND LON
Special Correspondence.
BY W. II. CLAGETT.

Dear Folks:
| When it comes to attendin' to his
own correspondence, punctuality is
certainly Ions middle name-he's no
shirker! But OWN to his recent va
| cation his mail got the best of him,
so in order to ketch up he's begged
for the use of the colyum to flash
few answers, which I've gleefully
! granted.
| Shoot, kid, the curtains up!
| Dear Lon: Now that Tennessee has
"yessed" the amendment. do you think
| that the democrats will get the whole
female vote? LAURA LOENTHAL.
Answer-Most certainly, not. Ten
nesSee dee-serveS a whole mess
credit for maxim it possible to remove
| the crool shackles which for centuries
| has KEEP fair wimmin bound to servi-
| tude an slavery, an now that they IL
skid forth breathin' the fresh air o
| freedom, all hands oughta hip-hip for
| cinched a cut an dried issue mas
nothin' to do with the democratic
crew!
Without help from the leaders of
| both the great parties the girls would
| be still runnin' way back in the ruck.
|
stand for no joshin', an while it's a
! tough job to dope out which away they
will turn, l reckon you'll find when the
croocial time comes, they won't be FAR
from the coat tails of dear-old-dad
Figure it fifty-fifty. Laura, an you'll be
| pretty close!
| Say, Lon:
! If by perchance Lenine should switch,
| An see the Frenchman's angle,
| Would that make peace in Roosia
Land,
Or would old Gen. Wrangel?
SADIE SHAPIRO.
Answer-Oh, Sadie, how could you.
an with your mother outa town, too?
File, an again Fie!
Friend Lon: Saturday me an my
wife moved into another house, an
while inspectin the cellar, come
across secret closet, which contained
nine quarts O. "hooch," sixteen bottles
O. red grape, an seven jugs O. hard
cider. The place amt been lived in
for seven months. Ought we report it
to the Internal Revenue agents?
EDDIE CRICKEYMER.
Answer-Eddie. it's turrible hard
to advise on such matters offhand!
Sorry you failed to add your ad-
dress! Don't breath the matter in the
neighborhood. an wire Immediately
where you live! Rem ember, mum's
the WOrQ, Ed.
Pal Lon: I'm married an run a
lunchroom, but wish 1 was dead!
Nothin" never seems to break my way!
I always go the limit to please folks.
but OWN to ingrown scowl, which
amt no fault O mine, they're forever
givin' me the go-by! My wife's got
me tied in bow-knot in her wild
frenzy to keep pace with the fashions,
an altogether I'm perfectly miser-
ablet On the level friend do Won
rully think the game is worth while ?
WILFRED WINTERBOTTOM.
! Answer-Hones1y "Wilf," you talk
! like hearse! To me the world seems
more beee-utiful every day. an de-
spite turrible rumors fioatin' abroad,
I rully an truly buh-lieve. deep
down in my buh-lever. that al
| durndest to do the right things!
Come, now. old tombstone, Tess up!
| Do you play the game fair?
Do you ever set an figure how diff
ferent things might be
If you'd only use your headpiece
| when you find yourself at sea,
An instead O. strikin' out pell-mell,
| an leavin' all to fate,
You weighed the pro an con a bit
| before it was too late?
| You don't! Well, try it!
Do you always try your best to see
| the other feller's view,
An appreciate that he's a right to
| think as well as you;
An even though his dope is wrong.
an anything but fair,
That you might gain point or two