Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-11-07
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IA should say so." says Sarella. 1--WE
had 'em cry. they was so happy to see
me. I've been Rugged. too. by tired-out
women and I've been offered simply
scandalous wages to stay on. But I'm
no profiteer. A dollar day is enough
for any woman to earn. Course, Fannie's
feed is extra. And they have to find
place for her. Generally she has to put
up with a garage. but | don't think she
likes 'em as we'll as she does regular
stable. One man offered to build stable
for her, but l wouldn't let him.
| IT'S great, though, seem the country
this way. Why, there I'd lived in Dover.
ME-. for over forty years. and never
(been further away than Awgusty or
Their, either And here in the last few
months I've been in nearly every big
place between Portland and New York.
I've seen such lot Of interestin' people,
etc. I've cooked in houses where there
was big weddin' goin' on. and once
where they had a funeral. Sometimes
they'd have butler and a lot of other
help. and sometimes I'd do cookin' and
servin' both. That's what / like best.
hearin' folks talk. You git to know 'em
that way"
Eyes. should think you would" says
]. And all the time you had your eye
| SIclSHcu lOT SdIIl, Ell
| You bet" says Sarella. "I'll find him,
too. II it takes me ten years.
Then if you don't run across him
around here soon you'll be moving on.
will YOU" 7 asks.
| "oh. yes" says sarella. 81 got to
find Sam"
What's his line?" says l.
why. barberin'." says she.
| see." says I. "He can always
pick up job at that. But suppose
settle down for a while. would your"
II expect | would" says she
"H-m-m-" says l. Whats he look
like?"
| "Sam?" says she. "Why, he's kind
! Of short and fat and bald. Big. round
| Yes" says /, '1ots of BARRIERS are
like that"
But you could tell Sam from any
OF EN-" says she. If you could hear
words without putin in an Aye gor-
ry" here and there. It's Aye CORY
| this and Aye CORY that with Sam
the whole day long. If you run across
him you'll let me know. won't you"
Il sure will says !. And I'm
coming over again the next time you
make an apple pie"
So I has quite a report to make
when l goes back to the living room.
Torchy?" demands Wee.
"Uh-huh" says 1. She's a man
hunter"
"Wha-a-at?' grasps Miles Candy.
And on the SIDE" says l. she's
a Cook tourist mean a tourist
cook.
And then, of course, has to sketch
out the whole story to 'em.
"Oh. if we could only find her Sam
for her" signs Mrs. Candy.
I'VE must" announces Wee. "Torchy
don't you think you could?"
"Oh. sure" says I. "Al I got to
in the country and pick out her par
ticular Sam Brown. Simple. eh?''
But you might think up some
J way" insists Wee.
Well. you know how it is. I did
get to scratchin' my head, wonderin'
found myself glancin' into barber
shops lookin' for a fat. bald-headed
| razor artist who might answer the
! description. Durin' lunch hour
drifts casual into Tony's arcade es-
adjustment and looks over his line
are either Greeks or Hungarians.
where do you get 'em when you
| want new ones. Tony?" I asks.
AT union headquarters" says
! Tony.
Any Americans ever hang out
I
Lots" says Tony.
Ever run across a Yankee by the
name of Sam Brown" says I.
Tony shakes his head. What you
mean. Yankee?" says he.
IAN Aye-gorry boy" says
"Ah, heem!" says Tony. "A fat
one wit face like big cheese?"
EXACTLY says l. Seen him
lately. have your
Sure" says Tony. He talk a lot
bout havin' another strike and all
time say Aye CORY Works down
; on East Fourteen In basement shop
| I get you the number IL you want"
1 did. And in two minutes more
had him on the phone.
You amt Sam Brown from Dover
Me-. are your" I, asks.
That's me-" says he. Why"
II want to see Sarella?" says !.
i AYE CORY, yes" says he. Where
!. is she?"
"Pll come down about 5 o'clock
and tow you out to her." says l.
Course. I'd framed up sort of a
touchin' reunion, with Sarella kind
!, of holdin' of at first and then lettin
!; herself go to a fond clinch with her
long-lost Sam. But it didn't work
out that way.
"Oh" says she. starin' at him cold
TITS you. is it, Sam Brown? Thought
you had me anchored for life in
Dover. didn't you: Well. you see you
} didn't. l can travel around just as