Evening star., 1921-05-01
5 AS Blitzy Worked the Shift

HERE it is, Shorty! Nov
listen. Isn't that perfectl,
awful" demands Sadie.
Il don't know" says I
Maybe it's awfully perfect. You can't
always judge at a distance"
But what is it," she insists.
That's where you've got me again.
says l. Il should say. though. tina,
it was a noise"
"Humph"' says Sadie. registerin'
scorn. Il can tell that much. But wha;
kind of a noise:"
We'll" says I. stretchin' my ear
once more. with my head cooked to one
side critical. lit might be some steam
boat pilot out in the sound tryin to
yodle through a fog horn; or maybe
Dominick's COW has got carrot stuck
| III her throat again and is calm for
| first aid. II there was a circus In town
| Id guess the mother hppopotamus was
| croonin' lullaby to her young. Or
We've had to listen to that for near.
ly two hours every day this week,
| breaks in Sadie. and to have i, keep
up on Sunday afternoon is too much.
think something ought TO be done
about it,
That's easy enough to say says
T. But remember. this is the land OF
noise. I'll admit. Goes on like that.
| does ito'
Sadie says it does. She says it wakes
; little sister up from her afternoon nap:
scares Helma. the Swede maid SO she
| has threatened to quit and disturbs
. sick people all up and down the Post
| road And after I've listened for hall
! an hour | can easy believe it. II it
| went right along steady maybe it
wouldn't be SO bad But it's one OF
these make and break noises that
leaves off just long enough to kid
you into thinkin' it has stopped. and
tb"n breaks out louder and stronger
than ever. Sometimes it drops to a
doleful moan. like the wind, BLOWN
down the chimney: and then all OF a
sudden it'll change to a crazy.
shriekin' laugh. like a mule with a
| sore throat. And that's what gets on
your nerves.
COURSE it has to come on one Of
these f1ne spring afternoons when
we've. got all the windows open for
the first time. Also Sadie is expectin'
a few friends who usually drop in
for tea and chat about that time. The
Purdy-Pells were the first to arrive
and they wanted to know what that
dreadful noise was.
We don't know" says Sadie. "and
all Shorty will do is make absurd
guesscs
"Whatever it is" says Purdy-Pell.
"it ought to be stopped
When Mr.. and Mrs. Boomer-Day
drift in they say the same thing. So
does Pinckney. when he trails along.
In fact. they holds a reg'lar indi gna-
ton meetin', and somehow they all
shoots their remarks at me.
Il simply wouldn't allow it," says
Pinckney
You wouldn't. eh?" says 1. Say.
chairman OF the Society for the Sup
preston of Useless Noises. How
would you go at it,"
should first trail the nuisance to it's
source and then lodge a complaint
with the-well. the board of health.
or something.
"All right" says 1. Wen organ
Let's trail"
But l say" protests Pinckney.
we don't hear it at our house, you
know
Maybe you will by tomorrow"
says l.
do go along and help. Pinckney.'
urges Mrs. PurdyPell. BE a pro
bono publico."
oh, very WE'LL" says he.
So ] gets out the little roadster
and we starts down toward the viii
|lage. Don't seem % be any gather
ings of indignant citizens on the way
in. We're kind of easygoing up here
in Rockhurst and you can get away
with almost anything on Sunday. In
fact. there are so many kinds of
noises goin' on that this particular
one. which seemed so penetratin' out
on the quiet edge Of the town. is
more or less drowned when you get
down where the motor traffic is thick