Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1921-11-20

: for making helmets. And the little
union grew and grew. like the song
peach on dear Hub Smiths tree.
When armistice came along they
changed into a housekeepers' club for
spreading wisdom as to the upkeep
of the home. Then the president
moved into an apartment. the secre-
tary bought a player-piano and a
whole lot of ordinary members went
in for Photographs, which evoluted
them into study hour" with music
for its motif. And now that they
have added literature on the side, the
time has come to call it q salon. So
it is a salon, and:
The other night they invited a
woman with two letters tagging after
her name to tell them exactly what
books they should select for the five
foot shelf that is to serve as mental
cafeteria from which each member
may help herself to knowledge. Be-
ing one willy woman. she played safe
by advising the Bible, Shakespeare.
Webster's dictionary, and SO on. And,
after rising vote of thanks, refresh
was perfectly lovely, as long as it
lasted, which was precisely one-half
minute after the speaker had gone.
A discussion" is a highly salts
factory feature of an amateur club.
In this case it allowed each member
she could have selected her own self
and as there were quite a few"
among those present, there were
planks enough to have fitted out
double the closets you get in the
official six rooms and bath-which
sounding as il the women Were were
deceitful. which they were not. They
were simply Directing, as many schol-
arly others who elect to make their
own literary shelves have been OBJ
jecting ever since the doctor set up
pected to be entirely satisfied with
another body's dictum. for the reason
that no two minds are alike any more
than any two faces-from humans to
sheep.
Anyhow. the salon wasn't satisfied,
toned the dullest member-the one
who made her helmets lopsided-to
report on a shelf next month. And
there's no telling what will happen,
except the one sure thing that all
the others will feel within themselves
that they could have done it better
and maybe they will up and say so
And you couldn't blame them il YOU
had heard the dullard saying to an
other woman after she got home to
DelaIeQ bananas ana cream:
II couldn't suit EN- IL picked every
blossom Of literature from Adams
apple orchard to Ziegfeld's garden OF
girls, any more than they could suit
me. The only selection that could
be safely relied on to hold down the
attention of book shelvers would be
say. Memoirs of the Man in the
Moor'-the sun, of course, could
! chronicle everyday affairs, but the
moon knows the secrets of the night,
| and 1t is mystery that makes head
lines; History Of tho Red World by
Mars. with u special chapter to ex-
plain why 1t Is. since Martians are
cons ahead Of us in civilization, they
haven't let down a string with a
message tied to 1t instead Of leaving
the Columbus act to us; Reminis-
| cence,' by the Still Small Voice OF
Conscience, and the gossip Of Waters
That Talk as They Flow edited by
Neptune, would be generally inter-
esting, and a long-distance record
of the words that the Morning Stars
Sing Together would appeal To-
Then the other woman shut her up
And that was the end Of that.
! MAMIE LANCASTER