Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-05-02


snare drum.
First of, there was Domlnlck Sal.
vatore. We've been friends and
neighbors. mo and Dominiok. over
since moved out hero to Rookhurst.
Sure. he's Just Dago, but there's .
lot Of folks who don't smell 10 strong
Of garlic that I would miss less than
I would him. A lot who Amt near
20 useful to the community, too.
Among other activities. Dominick
10 our ash ana garbage collector.
Does 1t prompt and faithful. AZ . rule.
Course. now and then he slips up
like the rest Of US. Here q while
back, when the weather was 90 bad.
he didn't show up for near . week.
and when he did come around one
mornin' I was handin' him the playful
roast.
where you been, Dominick?"
asks. 'Indulgin' in q double header
christenin' party. or OF settlin' the
Fiume question, eh?"
NO." says he, shruggin' his Shout
ders eloquent. "Pietro, she bada
seeck in heem front leg"
THAT so?" says I, inspectin' the old
white horse that has his knees
draped picturesque in gunny-sackin'.
''Spavined, or what?"
II dunno" says Dominick. "Pietro.
she no good las Ave or seven year.
Except for eat oats and hay. Eat hees
fool head off. I weesh-" Here
Dominick shakes his head discour-
aged.
well, what is it you wish?' says
I. Lets hear"
Il weesh I had truck fliv," says
Dominick. "Da benzina much cheap
as da oat, an when you no drive
fiiv he not eat"
Yes. I've heard something like that
stated before" says I. Then why
don't you loosen up. you Napoli
/ tight-wad. and buy one"
TOO much" says Dominick. Some
time find secon' han one at bargain
Weesh find heem quick"
Huh" says /. I'll put your wish
on record, Dominick"
Which we'll submit as exhibit /.
No. 2 had to do with Feltner. the
baker. I'd dropped in there. on my
way to the station. to order some
was giving. and l finds him with his
elbows on the counter, his chin in
his hands and gloomy look on his
face.
II know" says I. You're tryin' to
register sorrow at havin' to cut your
WHO tell you SO, Prof. McCabe."
says he, starin' indignant. "iss one
/ big liar. Here. on the scales now,
show you. There! Better bread. too.
as you get at the grocer's from New
ark"
Feltner," says I. "But why wear
a face like an ex-barkeep mixin' a
matted milk shake for an old Gus
toner who used to take his straight
| with a dash of gum in the bottom
Come. what's your private grief?"
II was just wishin', professor" says
he.
"Eh?" says /. another who could
be happy II he had what he wanted
when he wants it! Well. let's hear
your wish"
you would make a Joke Of me, !"
says he. shakin' his head.
Maybe" says I. But a stifled wish
I'm making a collection Of 'em this
mornin'. What is it you want mostT
ITS not so much for me-" says
Feltner. glancin' cautious toward the
back room, "as for Rosie. It's one
Of them cabinet music machines-all
grand op'ra. dance tunes and violin
pieces. She's been teasin' for one ever
since she gets out Of high school.
And now. with the fellers comm
around evenings. she says she is
| 'shamed for not havin' one. She says
~ =. <tsaHy
can dance with their felers to home.
and learn all them SILVER steps. It
would be nice Sundays for me. too.
when could smoke my pipe and
listen to fne music. But" and he
lunches his shoulders.
lot no;wadays. Gone up. like every
thing. Still. 1 expect Rosie can get
along without one. She amt SO hard
to look at. and some nice young fell
low will forgive her for not springtn'
the Blooey Blues on him when he
comes around"
shes a good girl. Rosie" goes on
Feltner. land when you got only
one-well. you know. WISH"
| Check" says I. IT'S on file. One
! cabinet virronola. But don't forget
! them frosted drop cakes" d..
/ Then ten minutes later I happens
/ to camp down in the smokin' car Of
4
Mr.. H. Boomer-Day. who admits be-
ing ono Of our plutiest plutes. all OK
cept when. he's sweartn' OF his per-
sonal tax assessment. And hanged il
he Amt goin' through peevish mo-
lions with his mornin' paper.
"Eh?" says I. HAS that man VIII
son been Rivin' off more views that
don't ride we'll with you?"
mot since day before yesterday"
says Boomer-Day:
"Oh" says I. Then some fool so
ciety reporter must have been print
Did they get II Roomer.Day this
time. or Boomsr-Jayr
He shakes his head. ''Mabers nov
social secretary IL attending to all
that now" says he. This ts rather
a personal affair. sonethins that haa
rather neglected It."
II wasn't tryin' to horn IN" says l.
Certainly not" says he. Its no
family secret. In fact. McCahs. willis
It may seem 10 you q trivial matt 81
l am much disturbed over my nsgii.
gence, You see. wa arc giving rather
an important dinner party tomor.
row night-for the Count and Count.
ess Barzoni-and Mrs. Boomer-Day
had planned that feature OF the
affair should be something unique
table. was to have seen our florist
last week and given the order. for:
got all about II until yesterday ano
when ! dropped In found that ail
his best decorators were busy with
weddings and dinners and he couldn't
offer a thing but q goldfish pool OF
some other shop-worn device. Mabel
is quite disappointed. We've had
q talk about 1t at breakfast,
Eyes. l expect you did," says
GRIMM.
II you'd ever seen Mabel, OF heard
her express herself, you'd have
gYiHRed, too. She's quite a sizabls
girl. Mabel. What you might call an
| eYs-full. And B0omeF-Day wears q
Il collar and $3.50 pants. ! should