The Washington herald., 1921-07-31

he added a couple of silver quarters from
his pants.
Gimme a receipt for one months rent,
he hissed, pushing the money into Senderof's
hand. And gimme the other two keys to
my fat; Rosowsky said be turned 'em oves
to you yesterday"
Mr.. Senderof pocketed the money and
went upstairs, presently to return with
properly worded receipt and the extra keys.
Here y'are," he said. Next mouths
rents due on the first
THE new proprietor of 81 Chestnut street
L had no comeback for this choice bit Of
repartee. He was thinking so hard as to be
beyond the reach of cheap insult. Meanwhile
his men were hoisting Rosowsky's piano on
the truck. The driver gave a whirl at the
starting crank and the noise Of the motor
awakened Rabnowitz to life.
The times coming, Meyer Senderof,"
he cried, when you'll be crawling to me on
your hands and knees, begging me to let you
down easy, account this here raw deal of
yours
To which Mr.. Senderoff made no verbal
response; his answer consisted of certain
symbolic and expressive wrigglngs of the
fingers of the right hand, the thumb of the
same hand being held in the immediate vicin-
age of Mr.. Senderoff's conspicuous nose.
Somewhat later the same day people of the
city-one of about hundred thousand in
habitants-were greeted with the spectacle of
big auto moving truck. gayly decorated and
bearing the following legend:
TONIC
Free Band Concert and Watermelon
Cut at 81 Chestnut st.
EVERYBODY INVITED
Come One! Come All!
Early in the evening, attracted by the blare
of ten piece brass band-not to mention the
sight of a truckload of delicious looking
melons-crowds began to assemble in front
of 81 Chestnut street. By 8 o'clock the
street was jammed, and the watermelon
party proceeded to take on the general
appearance of riot. No. 81 Chestnut street
was gayly illuminated with japanese Ian
terms; No. 80 Chestnut, upstairs was dark,
although evidence was not lacking to show
tudI the oehucrOh ldnily was nome. Inc
band blared continuously and four dripping
men sliced watermelons as fast as they could
WELD their huge carving knives.
In a moment of comparative quiet Sam
Rabinowitz stood up on the seat of the truck,
delivered a speech of welcome and generously
invited the melon eaters to cast their rinds
into the front yard of 81 Chestnut. The
crowd howled its approval and obeyed Sans
invitation with simple and whole hearted
enthusiasm. Everybody was having a fine
-time-everybody, that is, except the people
who lived on Chestnut street. particularly
that immediate portion of Chestnut street
where most of the houses were owned By
Meyer Senderoff.
During the height of the festival Senderoff
was frantically telephoning to police head
quarters. When the police arrived they could
do little; and, besides, the crowd was good
natured one, though noisy. Gradually, how
ever, the mob was dispersed, leaving no dam
age done save the feelings Of Meyer Senderoff
and his tenants. Senderok was none too
popular landlord, and the people who lived
in his houses, while not fully eomprehending
the reason of the celebration, put measure
of blame on him.
MR.. sENDEROFF retired to rest that
A'A night with trace of misgivings as to
the wisdom of renting the fat to Rabinowitz
for a month. The following day these mis-
giyings changed to genuine regret, for he