Evening star., 1921-03-06

= thanks. None of this
PineviIle stuff in mine"
n But why not, Shortly she de
= mands.
''"' Well" says I. I'm neither an in
valid nor a golf addict. So what ex-
cuse would I have for chasing off
- down there when I amt got harden
=, ing of the arteries or softening of
the brain? 1 couldn't take the treat
q ment for one. or swing brassie for
the other. and that's about all they
do at such joints
Il should think you might stand it
- for a few days, just on my account,
insists Sadie. IF l went alone
should have the trunks and the chill
dren and everything to look after.
And with little Sully just getting over
the measles 1 feel that he needs the
trip. If you could only spare time
70 enough to get us there"
"Oh. well." says /, shruggin' my
shoulders.
You know the way them domestic
debates usually finish. Besides. this
was a case of the bunch gettin' to-
@gether for an excursion. Pinckney
was going, and Mrs. Pinckney. and
the Purdy-Pells. and the Boomer
Days were already down there. Two
or three others of our Rockhurst
crowd were talking about joining in.
That is, the men folks were trying to
shape things so they could leave if
the market didn't take to cutting up
again. and the women were buying
new straw lids and fancy silk sweat
ers to be prepared.
So 1 arranged to leave Swiftly Joe
in charge of the Physical Culture
Studio for a week, dug couple of
pair of ice cream pants out of the
moth balls and wired for accommo
dations. Say, they don't mind sting
in you or anything at them golf
asy1ums. do they?
A NYwAY. we started. with Pinck-
ney the life of the party. as usual.
Ripping idea, eh. Shorty" says he.
strollin' into the smokin' compart-
ment: this going south to meet spring
half way?"
"A lot you'll know about the wealth
err" says /. Il can forecast your pro-
gram from here-three hours of
bridge in the afternoon and four hours
more in the evenin', in a steamheated
sun room"
'-oh. not at all.' says he. 'I shall
devote at least two afternoons to
ioining the golf galleries. There are
to be some big matches on. you
know"
Tnatu De thrlllln TOT us, won II
'Behold." says he. "the perfect pes
simist"
Anyway" says /. Its something to
be able to tell a dog biscuit from d
doughnut. There's some I could name
that wouldn't know the difference"
Which is a fairly good sample of
my Pullman car mood. After about
three hours of the plush seats ! can
work up disposition that would
qualify me for a cage in the zoo. /
get restless and touchy. If there was
room anywhere I'd pace back and
forth and show my teeth. But there
never it. Best you can do is two and
n half steps between the corner wash
bowl and the leather seat. and gen.
orally some poddy old party has his
legs stretched across the course.
So when this Percy Heath person
drifts In to light up a panatella 1
starts kiddin' him. just to pass away
the time. You can judge how hard up
] was for amusement when I tackles
him. for I'd always had Percey sized
up as q hardboiled egg-a pullet's, at
that He's q narrow-chested, cheese
facedspfune who's assistant cashier in
some big downtown bank: one of
those hopeful birds who's waitin' for
q vice president or SOM mebody above |
him to check out, so he can shove up
q step. And he's about the last one 1 |
should ever look for to join Z party |
lik1ft5afAr-Ho4dS afecord. believe
for never having missed a day in the |
cage. except his regular three weeks |
in August. and part of that time he'll !