Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-12-19
This is about a man and a prob
lem.
There was another man on


There was another man or
sts the side. abut he didn't count
except for scenic detail And, just for
completeness. it is as well to jot down
being who might be named. say. the
Great Observer. Every little helps in
laying out your background, don't
you know.
The problem was a dime. And the
man who held it on his open palm
soliloquized at it as earnestly as that
other wrestler with problems did tc
poor old Yoricks skull:
There was a time when you would
have bought a shave or a couple of
beers or two shines-but now. the
best you can do for me or any other
man is a cigar that"
How about two cigars? Hermann
sells 'em for a nickel. now"
1t was a crafty suggestion. but the
man on the side might as well have
been the electric pole which was
serving him just then as the Duke of
Argyle's post served his shepherds.
The owner Of the problem kept
into spotlight
"And to think, that, as helpless as
your power is today, you represent my
last penny. And the question is.
Shall blow myself to a sandwich.
that I somewhat need. or shall l.
"Pencils?"
The woman who interrupted to So
licit patronage-probabl in view of
the shining dime-was ancient and pa =
thetically genteel. Furthermore, she
looked as If she also might be need
ing first aid along the sandwich line.
The man forked over the problem
and told her. to keep the change-and
the pencil. Then he sauntered out of
the incident. And he will probably
never give that dime another thought
until - some time, somewhere the
Great Observer will say to him:
Il was hungry. and you fed Me-"
4 X X
IF you lost penknife last week
along 9Th street.-here is a little
something that may help to soften
the blow:
Two women were crossing over to
movie when one of them picked up
q knife from the gutter. 1t was a
good. everyday knife, with two blades,
and. after she had looked it over,
the finder considered handing it to
the first boy that happened. Then
she changed her mind. She would
give it to Roy.
Roy is the boy who runs errands,
and who shows up every SO often at
the woman's home. Nom, he didn't
own a knife; he wished to goodness
he did"-and the shine lof hope that
the question might mean a knife for
Christmas gift. made his eyes blaze
like midnight suns.
The finder told about it next morn
ing when she came into an Office
where the other woman was pegging
at typewriter.
And the shine in her own eyes
would have made most any man say
to himself: or to anybody else, il he
wants to:
It didn't lose that knife. I gave it
to Roy. who didn't have one4 And
everybody knows that boy can't get
along without a knife
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THERE are always compensations-
ever notice?
A society somebody gave a social
something in honor of Mrs. Midas.
who was SO insolently conscious of
owning more bonds than her hostess
or any guest she might invite to
"meet" her that she showed her SUI
periority by appearing in a plain
gown that matched her plain-dressed
hair. that was the gray of an army
blanket. Her one concession to her
millions was chain that might have
been SO much canned sunshine--other-
wise, diamonds set in platinum. that
dangled down and down.