Evening star., 1920-05-23

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cook showed herself of to the madam
before starting. Naturally, madam
asked II she thought she ought to
wear red on SO sad an occasion.
"Yessum. that's all right. Reds nah
color"
BY the time the incident was forgot
ten. say few months. cook gave mo-
tice that she was going to quit her
service place and get married. Being
capable, cheerful and reliable help,
prised.
Why. I didn't even know you had
beau. Who is he?"
Yessum. I got a beau, all right. You
Know that woman I wore that red
oress to her funel? Well that's him."
HER face was as socable as a buzz
saw, but she lugged a heavy bun
Ole. SO: Another woman in the car,
who knows weariness when it comes
her way. got up and offered her seat.
1t is Venturesome, of course, to ten
der such courtesy to any sister in
your age zone-every woman knows
Why-but nothing is ever an all
around failure in this world, praise
be,
"Thanky. I'm half ready to drop,
l never expec' a man to give me a
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benner chasin' aroun' on my two
rect ever since sun-up. Have you got
corns?''
The woman who had anchored to a
strap admitted her lack. with a
somewhat austere shake Of her head,
but the other had developed a socia-
bility that no buzz-saw could ever
hope to achieve:
Wei. that's one thing you got to
The tone of inquiry implied that
corns and matrimony were on the
same footing. And again the strap
hanger shook her head
My, you are one lucky woman!
Muster been born with a silver spoon
in your mouth! I've had two; each of
amt trouble enough for one woman,
I'd like to know what you call It,"
She presumably meant husbands, or
maybe 1t was corns.
Il been .er lookin' for somethin' to
! wear Sundays. but. my body an soul.
you got to climb up a step ladder to
reach the prices. huh, huh. That's
nice suit you got on. How much did
you pay for it'"
The strap-hanger owned to it's be-
ing n year old.
Well, you keep it good. What do
you do for living?"
1t is not a usual thing to conf1de
ones intimate affairs to the open
ousetops-meaning. in this case. an
open car-but to hurt woman of
that type would be to smack a child
in the face. So the strap hanger own
ed up.
My land. you got a head on you.
haven't you? But you better be care
full and not overdo yourself. l had
a cousin by marriage once that wrote
for Blankses well known pills. but
she died sudden. They called it match
ell causes. but 1 always laid it to Jo-
sizes overdosin' herself, because she
was paid in pills. Must you be goin 2
Which is just to show. sisters, dear
that no matter how many rebuns we
get when we offer seat to a woman
who seems to need it, but who re-
fuses because she thinks 1t a ref1ec-
ton on her age, it is always worth
the risk for the rewards we get-gen-
orally in the consciousness OF Kind
ly action done to prove We were
while, in a thread of yarn-like
this.
MEN are wise things, but they
Nl have got to understand that the
political game is no longer mere
matter of collar buttons. There are
frills. And the frills have ruff1ed up
the situation in one instance. any
how-naming no names, or anything.
except to Just barely hint that
group of clubwomen were talking II
over over their cigarettes at head
quarters the other day-about IKE
this:
1t seems that one feminine party
had accused another feminine party
of vamping for votes. And poor. in
nocent editor man, resenting the in
sinuation, came to the rescue with
had "yet to see vampy-looking
woman in any public Office" Then he
waited for bouquets, but what he
got-wasn't!
The poor, benighted creature was
actually blind to the fact that his
defense was more aggravatinG than
the charge. AS one Of the clubwomen
said. between whiffs:
'sTo be accused of being vamp. is
bad enough, but to be told in cold
blooded print that you are not-rd
you are entirely right, dear. No
nice woman is going to vamp. OF
course. but she wants it understood
that she could If she tried"
And just to think, folks. there was
of creation! Isn't this one cute old
time?
did the next time you walk the
tagging toward the Capitol steps,
stop and look up into the trees. And
look and look and
The green light Of sunshine through
new leaves will rest your eyes and
filter into your brain and take the
kinks out of your immortal soul.
And there will come to you a GER
tainty-if you look long enough-and
think high enough-that whoever
made the trees can also build those
mansions we are told about-the ones
that are made without hands.
MAMIE LANCASTER.