Evening star., 1922-05-21

Here is friendly warning for
Me lady who swiped the umbrella
at the matinee. 1t was a good UNI
brella that cost between six and
seven dollars" The owner didn't pin
Imagination requires latitude. Also,
she must have had her innermost
doubts or she wouldn't have adver-
tised its loss. but. you know-every-
body knows-that it is always more
comfortable to shift blame to other
shoulders than our own; a little
heritage from Father Adam. Il know
she took it. darling''-she was con-
fiding details to an entirely strange
young woman. who listened with a
gentle patience that matched her
madonna eyes. Il know she took 1t,
because she sat right next to me,
and all she had to do was TO reach
out her hand and-I don't see how a
woman could do an un-Christian thing
like that do you, dearest?. All 1
hope is the first time she raises 1t
the lightning strikes her"
Which seems to make it/advisable
for any lady who has swiped an UNI
hrella within the last week to pass
1t on to any enemy she may have on
hand Electric storms are liable to
be dangerous this time of year.
ELECTRIC lights starred the dusk
that would soon leaden into
night and the rows of shop windows
bulging out from deserted stores
looked like so many clocks with their
works run down. To passing wom-
an the pavement seemed to be rest
ing from the grind of many feet. and
even the asphalt was taking little
nan until the next car came along.
In the middle of the quiet
a strange. fiddle-like wall fioated OUT
from a basement window not YET
lighted, and she paused to- wonder
what it might mean. AS II to well
come her arrival, horn footed out
a few bars. and then came a chorus
of monastery chimes and sleigh bells
mingled in with deep booms of tragic
melody from the bouy that rings for
drowning mariners in a Hugo novel,
and a tink, tink, tinkle from a temple
on the Road to Mandalay. Then
woman's shrek that might mean
grand opera or murder was answered
by a halloing baritone and the two
were starting in on duet when IN
rasped a convention of buzZ-saws-
awful
static trouble"
The information came from an old
ish man of the type that orators call
a gentleman and a scholar, and the
woman. too plain for any orator TO
bother about. acknowledged the In
formation with a polite admission OF
that same. though all she knew per-
sonally about static trouble was
through an old lady she used to chap
erou TO a place for static treatment
for rheumatism.
Something wrong with the equip
ment Still. it Is really remarkable
what amateurs can do with radio. l
beg your pardon, madam, but would
you do me the favor to drop this let
ter in a box? If 1t seems an uncalled-
for request, considering that 1 might
mail it myself. perhaps you will in
dulge the superstition of an old man
who believes, with tho Cornish folk :
saw: -
IA line to a man will go the better
II a woman posts the letter.
This Is for my son. have written
twice without answer, and was on my
way to the post Office"
Even woman that no orator would
bother to describe may be allowed
her fair share of understanding of
the whims and fancies that beset her
kind, so she took the letter, said to
him; Watch me-" and when she got
to the mailbox lifted the flap and
dropped the letter in. AS she turned
he was standing with his hat in his
hand, a deeper shadow than the dusk
that was leadening into night. And
the woman felt shat she had served
as prologue to what might be story
of the prodigal son.
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A CONVENTION brought to Wash
- one critic who took home with
him an opinion which he voiced to