Evening star., 1921-04-17


roses and peaches and things are
embroidered. 1 think they're cute.'
"Uh-huh." says L LAS long as no.
body gets reckless with the soft
boiled egg. That would kind OF queer
the color scheme, wouldn't It! ! ex-
pect 1 ought to be thankful. though.
that some female genius hasn't
thought of embroiderin' posies. on the
napkins.
1 believe I hinted. too. that the
average woman don't care what she
spends her money for as long as she
gets rid of it.
"Oh. WELL" says Sadie. Its lucky
80 many Of them are blessed with
such wise husbands. isn't it?'
So the morning wasn't started en-
tirely wrong. after all. Amy way.
there was no hittin' in the clinch
that took place as usual just before
started to catch the S:31. She even
friendly wave.
But / must have had the streak on
met that day. for I no sooper gets 70
the Physical Culture Studio than
begins kiddin' swiftly Joe on the new
pair of sleeve supporters he's bloomed
out in. They're pink, with gold-rlated
what barber wished those or you,
"Ahr-r-r chee" says Swiftly. 'wot's
the matter WIN EN-.
tazzy stun, all right Couldn't you
find any set with imitation rubies?
Say. where did you get 'em?'
Fire sale at a gents furnishin'
place on Nassau street" admits
get you a pair when I go out to
lunch"
Thanks" says I, but I guess one
pair Of those around the studio is all
We need. Besides. I'm observin' an
other thrift week"
didn't have the nerve to go to my
favorite chop house at noontime. but
wanders down Broadway for eight
or ten blocks until ! comes across
this one-armed joint where I got a
help-yourself feed for 80 cents. in
eludin' a cup Of chickory blend. a
thick ham sandwich and a hunk of
sorgy pie.
That's how happened to have this
extra half hour and let myself get
that Pm red flag addict. Hardly
As a general thing. give sniff of
scorn and walk right past these
going going dump dumps. Never
bought Japanese tea set or vase
with a Gilt dragon wound round II
silk rugs and nearSheffield tree plat
ters.
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put this place don't seem to have
the usual collection of junk. 1t
'advertises a storage warehouse sale
OF unclaimed lots, and in the win
dow I'd spotted banjo clock that
looked like the real thing. Just what
Sadie'd been hunting for. as mat
ter of fact Maybe they'd be putin
that up pretty soon and I might
have a chance of biddin' it in at a
bargain. Wouldn't do any harm to
stick around while and see. So
iIS I drifts.
expect these auctioneers can tell
an easy mark as far as they can
.see him. Anyway. this round-faced
gent. with the chin dimple and the
smooth voice. seems to know I've ar
rived. for he gives me the folksy
nod and waves for me to step UP
and examine the iniaid music cab
met that the crowd don't seem to
he goin' wild over. I pinks up in
the ears and shakes my head.
| don't know why A little thing
like that should get me fused. but
] felt almost as guilty as though I'd
been called on to make speech and
had renigged. But music cabinets
wasn't in my line. Finally it goes
,or fifteen seventy-fve and the as
slstant shoves up A dusty set OF
Dickens bound in red leather with
rough edges. I'm urged particular
TO look 'em over. and one is passed
oai to me. But | gaZes at it fool
ISL and sends il back. Maybe Dick
ms is all right. but I've got alonG
so far without a library set of his
works and I guess l can struggle
one for few years more. ! didn't
do any biddin' on Dickens.
Yet somehow felt like ! was