Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1921-02-06

Term 10 copy II Tor him on the type
writer. And l expect they got en-
what either Of 'em could see was a
mystery to me. Still. it generally is
q puzzle to the outsider. Course.
shes bright little party, and sur
prisin1y full of pep; and if he was
sp!uced up a bit and could lift his
cnln on his wishbone he might look
different: Them brown eyes of his
was kind of appealin'.
~ I'm sorry. Edith" says he. "but
I'm afraid I'm just plain failure"
Pooh" says she. "All gepiuses
think think that at first. Don't they. pro-
You cant prove it by me-" says I.
But you know how it was in your
own career. before you made a sue
| cess? she insists.
~ Well" ! admits. "the night I went
lightweight championship 1 was feel
IN pretty low durin' that hours wait
IN the dressin' room while the pre-
Iimlnaries was goin' on. He had It
over me every way-weiHht and
,m mhnow and re reach; ! was almost an
as high as 10 to 3 against me, and
when the gong struck for our first
round my knees was wabbly, After
10 got nome my first punch. though,
II was different, and by the tenth
nicLin, r,1, IL nm 70 tne ropes and
There" says Miss Sheldon. That's
always the way. Washington had
his dark hours. Dickens nearly
starved waiting to be recognized.
Mlpi,nE couldn't find any one who
ballads and published them at his
own expense. and Augustus Thomas
we'll, I've forgotten Just how manv
managers refused his early PLAYS,
AS for this Siebert person, he's Just
Eot to read your Dinner at Seven
"But-' breaks in Bennett.
Il know" says Edith. "I've been
working in his Office for nearly two
months now. trying to get him to
look at It, and he simply glares. To-
I mentioned it again. He would too.
SO Wen just have to make him
'Eh?" says I. lookin' at her curl.
.. he, Hes up there now" says she.
What then?' says I.
II have a plan" says she. But I
need help. I wonder. professor, if
IT you wouldn't lend q hand"
Sure, says I. I'D do almost any,
over on that old crouch. What's the
plot Of the piece"
But. say. for a meek looking little
wisp like her. it was some scheme
TO think up. She sketches 1t out.
though, like 1t wasn't anything out
me gawpin'. AS for Bennett, he fair
sition. ~ the pfopo-
why. Edith" he protests.
IT'S either that or allow you to
you say. professor y viii sne you % Ssinq" do
II can't back out now" says I. ITO
make thorough job of it. though. I
along. too"
Then come" says the little lady.
She led the tiptoein' procession M
the stairs. and then. leavin' Bennett
in the outside Office, she opens the
inside door gentle and makes the
rush: Before he knew what was
chief aroun no. s sne nad that andker
tied 1t scientific Just under his bald
spot in the back. '1
Course. the old boy lets out a bel
low and begins thrashin' around with
his arms. but Swiftly and I were right
behind her. each with a couple Of
towels. and In no time at all We had
ms Wrists and ankles anchored to
different parts OF the desk chair
Honest, he looks like Houdini fixed IN
up for one of his acts, only Sol. Sic
bert has too many stiff Joints to
wriggle out of the knots.
ugh" says he, settlin' back after
fnal tug. You got me. But l
don't keep much money by me and
carry burglar insurance. Go on, you
yegss."
Excuse me. Mr. siebert," saws
Edith. but you're not going to be
~nln
''Wha-a-a-at" he bellows. You?
What do you mean by this?
simply that I want you to listen
to that play I've been telling you
about says she. Il have the author
here and he
"Help! Murders" bowls siebert,
strugglin' again to break loose.
''Shut the doors. Bennett" says
Edith. And really. Mr.. Siebert, there's
no use making such a fuss. Nearly
every one has left the building. Shout
IL you wish. though. Wen wait until
you're through"
''I'll-rll have you jailed for this"
he growls.
Possibly" says Edith, calm and
soothin'. But you're going to hear
Mr.. Blair read his play first, SO you
might as well make up your mind to
that"
Il must DC at the theater by 8
o'clock" he insists.
That's more than three hours from
now" says she, land Mr.. Blair ia
quite fast reader"
HE can't read. anything to me,
ever" says Siebert.
How silly of you" says Edith,
"You can't help yourself"
K 'Gr-r-r-r" says Siebert
THAT doesn't frighten me in the
!, sst." says Edith. I've heard that
gsswl a dozen times day for the last
eight weeks. Are you quite throueh?'
NO" says Siebert.
Very WELL" says she. I'VE can
wait, can't we. Bennett?'
So while Swiftly and 1 slips into the
outer Office and watches. chucklin'
Siebert fuses and fumes In the chair
"I'll be late at the theater, I tell
you" he snarls.
mot if you quiet down and pre-
pare to listen to the best comedy
written in years." says Edith.
'93ah! snorts Siebert.
But inside Of three minutes he's
changed his mind. Lets hear the
drivel and get it over with" says he.