The Washington herald., 1920-05-11
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When I am nush I know them
places.
II declare. I must have looked
as bad as = magazine artist sitting
there without any money and my
hair All rumpled like was booked
to read q chapter from 'Elsie's
School Days at 4 Brooklyn Boz
hemian smoker. But Vaucross
treated me like q bear hunters
guide. He wasn't afraid of hurt
ing the walters feelings
Mr.. Pogue.' he explains to me,
I am using you
go on says I; I hope you
don't wake up
And then he tells me, you know.
the kind OF a man he was. He
was q New Yorker. His whole
ambition was to be noticed. He
wanted TO be conspicuous He
wanted people to point him out
and bow to him. and tell others
who he was. He said It had been
the desire Of his Life always He
didn't have a million, so he couldn't
attract attention by spending
money. He said he tried to get
into public notice one time by
planting a little public square on
the east side with garlic for free
use Of the poor; but Carnegie
heard Of it, and covered II over
at once with a library in the
Gaelic language. Three times he
had jumped in the way of auto
mobiles; but the only result was
fiYe broken ribs and a notice In
the papers that an unknown man.
five feet ten. with four amalgam-
hIled teeth, supposed to be the
last of the famous Red Leary gang,
had been run over.
Ever try the reporters?
asked him
Last month says Mr.. Vaucross,
my expenditures for lunches to
reporters was S124.S0.'
Get anything out Of thatT
asks.
THAT reminds me- says he;
add $3.50 for pepsin- Yes ] got
indigestion
How am I supposed to push
along your scramble for promi-
nencer I injured Contrast?
Something of that sort to-
night says Vaucross. Tt grieves
me; but I am forced to resort to
eccentrfcity.' And here he drops
his napkin in his soup and rises
up and bows to a gent who Is
devastating a potato under palm
across the room
The rcIice commissioner
SAYS my climber, gratified.
FRIEND says i, in a hurry, have
ambitions but don't kick a rung
out of your ladder. When you
use me as a stepping stone 70
salute the police you spoil my ap-
petite on the grounds that 1 may
be dekN~ded and incriminated. Be
thoughtful
AT the Quaker City SQUAD en-
casserole the idea about Artemisia
Blye comes to me.
"'Suppose I can manage to get
you in the papers says Ia col
umn or two every day in all or
'em and yonr picture in most of
'em for a week. How much would
1t be worth to you?"
"'Ten thousand dollars says
vaucross, warm in a minute. But
no murder says he; and I won't
wear pink pants at a cotillon.'
"T wouldn't ask you to- says 1.
This is honorable, stylish and un-
effeminate. Tell the waiter to
bring a demi tasse and some other
beans, and I will disclose to you
the opus moderandL"
I'VE closed the deal an hour
later in the rococo rouge ct noise
room. I telegraphed that night
to Miss Artemisia in Salina- She
took a couple of photographs and
an autograph letter to an elder in
the Fourth Presbyterian Church
in the morning, and got some
TRANSFORMATION and $50. She
stopped in Topeka long enough to
trade a dashlight interior and a
valentine to the vice president of
a trust company for a mileage
book and a package Of fve-dol-
lar notes with $3.50 scrawled on
the band
The fifth evening after she got
my wire she was waiting, all
decoIletee and dressed up, for me