Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-09-26

clothed and job-lots-there was not
one who was willing to stand Tor
few squares to pay courtesy to a MAJ
who had given a part of his pooy INA
we light keep on being the nome q!
| the brave and the land of the free!
Mad? Honey, it would have made you
hopping,
Still there was the officers chivalry,
and the sight of it would have given
you a fresh hitch onto your falth IN
your fellow man-unless, of course
| you had overheard two husky chaps
seated-who had taken the lncldenl
in:
That officer knows how to treat a
common soldier, all right. Most ol
No more'n what he oughter done,
and so on.
And that was all. except that when
you come to think of it, if each OF US
you and I and everybody-Just uiu
mo more'n what we oughter don't
| this world would be such happy
Mace that we would hate to leave IL
for another. which perhaps-Jnst pc.
hapS-S the reason that 1t is no pet
ter than it is; so that we won't mlho
| leaving it when the time comes.
THERE is a street of secondhand
l smells. Also, there are noises
the Babel shrill of foreign parent
voices outclashed by the raw Amerl-
canism of their juniors. and always:
always, the comings and golnss Oh
customers who must buy other peo-
pies cast-off clothing because-eEer9-
body knows why.
But at one corner on the outer eoge
iof the clamor the sun lay like a yell
How blanket the other afternoon, ana
the leaves swirled down to the pave
ment as if dying were a gay sort OIL
dance Also, there was a box. ana on
the box sat a small girl holdlns d
baby with rings in its ears. Inc slLi
was a skinny little tacker with dark
face mostly eyes, and as she cuddleo
the baby her grooming voice somehow
suggested olives, Eesuvius. Wayslde
shrines and banana push carts.
But there was nothing Latin ABOUT
1.-THE fat, bald headed baby, except the
rings in its ears. The girl was kiss
ling it's baldest spot where the fuzZ
had been rubbed off by the pillow and
the baby was gurgling out that IN
scrutable symphony of infancy com
POSED by Ewes little Cain. And the
two of them made such worth
llooking-at picture that a passing
woman paused and offered the baby
an apple from bag. The baby aim
pied coquettishly and burroWed ITS
face in sisters shoulder, which proved.
of course, that her name was Baby
=
Thank the ladee, Mag gee The
baby waved its arms and bare toes.
"She A-merry can baby the sister
Explained with pride that was some
thing fine. she is not no dago. She
have earrings because my marmar she
would, and her saint name is Maddel-
llee-na. but my padre-my parper-say
lit is Maggie for A-merry-can. She
be Mee-sis President some time, may
be So
why, that is SPLENDID. And what is
your name?'
II am Marree-ah. I am dago, but the
bambino-Mag-g ee-no. She come
latter we got here, and no boy shall
call her dago- 1 will fight him. if he
keel me-
And that is what we call Recon
A MAN was providing a great show
for two young women at a mat
inee.
He was well dressed, clean
scrubbed man. but he had on the
back of his neck that demoralizing
thing that We call pimgenet when
we have it ourselves. but which 9TH
erwise is heartlessly known as a boil.
They must have really reliShed the
i'll that the mans flesh was heir to.
for at every stiff movement of his
mead toward the OIheT man a" no
was his companion the women gig
gled and giggled
We'll. of course, all of us are ad-
dicted to nervous gusts of laughter
but even hysteria has a time to stop.
But the young women didn't stop.
They. giggled and giggled and
If the Job-inflicted sufferer heard
| he made no sign: ridicule goes with
hoils. But the other man was not
| of the mold that saints are made of
He got up, sought out an usher.
who gave them seats on the other
side of the aisle-and the parting
| look he gave those giggling ladies'
we'll
That time they laughed no more.
x + X x
IF you walk in the right direction
you will come to a stylish house
| which bespeaks trained service inside
and a gardener on the side. Appear
ances. however, are sometimes de-
ceitful. for:
| If you happened to be passing at the
| right time, you would have seen three
| gentlewomen-a mother and two
| daughterS-sitting outside the lodges:
| one at each of the three stories, hard
at work.
| 1t was window shing day.
They had solved the servant prob
| lem and were downing the high cost
| of living by Homework; keeping up
the beauty of their garden by daily
| care and doing their own cooking
| without in the least lowering their
standing on the social ladder.
| Unlike the climber who explained to
! a store manager that she couldn't at
| ford to carry packages at Christmas
| because of her social position, these
| women are of such assured position
| that they can afford to do their own
work. And do.
| There is difference.
| X x X
IF you are likely to be beSieged by
guests who will want you to en-
| terrain them over the Inauguration.
here's tip which one woman gave to
another who was lamenting that
| every time anything was going on in
| Washington people she hardly knew
| would write to know If she would
mind their coming TO her house for
| the occasion.
do as I do. When somebody writes
| to me for an invitation like that, !
| always reply that ] am sorry not to
| be able to oblige them. put that the
| house is full of the generals relatives
| for the winter-because. you know.
dear. the children are related to the
| general as much as they are to me-"
MAMIE LANCASTER.