Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-10-03
HEARD AND SEEN

ways pleasing. There is group
which strenuously insists that antici-
patton is invariably better than real
ization. but this is undoubtedly a
mistaken notion in many instances.
Take that prominent business man
who stood on the steps of big build
ing one day last week. A friend
found him wearing a smile which had
the famous Cheshire cat faded clear
out of sight. One would have sworn
some big deal had been put over. or
million dollars. at least, had passed
into his hands overnight, or a
knockout" advertising campaign
been planned.
You look mighty happy. Bill" said
Bill swelled his chest. His ewes
CLEANED with the memory of Just past
events. The careful observer can al
ways detect 1t when q mans eyes SO
CLEAN. But only the person himself
can reveal the cause.
! Il have just had a lifelong ambition
or mine realized" declared the man
called Bill, swelling his chest grandly
Ever since I have been in this build
ing have been hoping that one thing
TRANSFERRED"
Been appointed president of a ten
billion dollar corporation?"
Bill shook his head happily.
No, sir" he said: II have reached
the ultimate Of human popularity.
have gone as high as mortal man may
aspire He did it at last"
"Who?"
The elevator man." replied Bill.
He ran past me and then came back
three whole floors to take me down"
Let stout ladies have their innings.
Now that the women have the vote
the Jolly stout woman" well may
come into the limelight alongside her
natural partner. the jolly fat man of
these many years standing.
But it is doubtful if FOLLY stout
woman" will be acceptable to those
fair voters who have acquired some
surplus tissue in the form OF fat
cells. In fact, this phrase may not
DO any better than Jolly fat woman"
which no one would think of using
OF course.
Just right lady" has evolved a
method Of retaining her seat in street
cars that makes prime use of this
Psychological dislike of stout people
to being reminded Of the fact.
Most people have noted Of late that
q young woman is probably far more
apt to get up in street car and give
her seat to another woman than a
man. It's sad, but true. Now this
clever young woman secures the
credit for this kind act, and at the
same time is always allowed to keep
You're so much stouter than I am
she smiles. Wont you take my
seat?'
A stout woman. who didn't seem to
mind her stoutness in the least, gave
an excellent demonstration Of cheer
fulness first" in a government de-
partment one afternoon
She, too, perhaps, had read those
articles by optimistic fiends who are
always advising everybody en- masse
to wear smile and act generally as
If heaven itself were but two blocks
away and an airplane just about to
start on the trip.
and then. with real difficulties and
troubles that they md 1t hard to
smile perpetually. this stout lady in
question. at least, managed to put
the best face on situation involving
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She rang the bell just as the car
was descending, and the conductor
shot past her without stopping. He
had to let somebody else Off at the
next floor. however, so evidently de-
cided it was best to come back and
get the hefty woman.
He opened the door for her in
surly manner. which did not bother
the woman in the least.
Thank you" she smiled. I'm 90
heavy the car will easily make up
the time lost coming back for me.
Fly time is about over.
Every one except old Thomas Fly
win be glad. He will be sad Au-
tumn breezes spell his doom, but he
goes with the assurance that there
will be as many Of him next spring
as ever. He gets his annual revenge
on mankind.
TT was not always thus" unused
old Thomas Fly. who had safely
passed the cons of June. July. Au-
gust and September, and assumed
the rank Of ny patriarch.
I'm ages past we flies were looked
less a poet than William Blake wrote
q beautiful poem about us. am old.
and my memory is poor. but I recall
the paean began by inviting one Of
US to drink from the brim OF the
child's cup. and ended by stating that
man and ny were created by the same
Creator. Mr.. Blake was wise beyond
his generation.
Now we are beset on every hand
by boards Of health and swatted by
cruel instruments, vulgarly called
'swatters,' so that few of US live to
my great age"
So saying. Thomas Fly attempted
to swoop down on the rim Of a lake
Of sweetness. as he had done in his
youth, but his wings had lost their
vigor, or his eyes their cunning, for
he planed into the boiling liquid.
which closed over him forever.
Darn that fly" murmured the
restaurant customer. Say, waiter,
bring me another cup Of coffee"
CHARLES E. TRACEWELL