Evening star., 1922-12-17
HERE are two women in this
town who obviously never
heard of Satan's fall and the
limp that came of 1t.

They were at movie in which the
sin-tempted hero was scared into
righteousness by Mephisto. In the
red flannel of grand opera. who ap-
peared to him in a dream. And. as
the bad man of the Bible went
through pantomiIne of the horrors
in store for the sleeper. one of the
women was so touched that she stop
ped chewing a caramel long enough
TO say to the other-who went on
chewing:
Poor fellow, 1t must be dreadful to
have to play with his foot hurting
him like that"
You bet 1t is. but they have to
keep right on, no matter what nap
pens. / saw in q paper about an
actress who got telegraph that her
child was dead just as she was goin
on for a dance, an they wouldn't let
her STOP Have another choclt."
II guess he muster run tack or a
splinter or sumpn in his foot-they
say it's awful roughlike behind the
staee-an' you can see his slippers is
only felt"
For these two good. honest souls,
Milton might just as we'll have had his
paradise Lost" declined with CRATE
full thanks.
RETIRED teacher went walking.
"A Somewhere on North Capltoi
street she halted handful of small
boys who were dragging smaller
@ boy by a rope around his neck. The
victim was trying to get along on his
hands and feet, but looking pretty
wabbly when the woman took the
rope and situation in her hands, and
wanted to know whether they were
trying to choke that child to death.
The boys explained 1t all right: the
boy was a mad dog. and-she' lifted
the dangerous animal and showed the
red mark around his neck.
"If YOU had killed this little fellow
YOU could never forget it. You would
have to be sorry for 1t all your life.
I'm not fussing at YOU: I'm just tell
ing you"
She held that crowd like a magnet.
and they went off with promises that
most likely they will keep.
Later on, she came to lines and dabs
Of white chalk on the pavement-and
to the youngsters that We're making
them:
DO you boys know that there is a
$50 fine for defacing public street
and that policeman could make your
parents pay it? What sort of city
is this going to be IL you don't learn
to take care of II before your time
comes to run it? Don't you know that
you are growing up to be District
Commissioners and to have charge of
the streets and trees. and other inter-
ests of the people? Well, how do you
expect to be trusted with honors If
you act like this?
1t was a good little call-down and
by the time it was finished those boys
were rubbing out chalk marks.
After that, by the best of luck, the
woman met up with a young police
man who admitted to being on that
beat.
We'll, you know. don't you. that
these chalk lines mean $2O tine! You
20 down to where those boys are
and remind them Of 1t, but don't let on
made you-and don't fuss. A boy
needs encouraging. I've been teach
ing them all my life and l know. But
how can you expect teachers to make
good citizens out Of children unless
their parents help?'
The young policeman must have
had proper memory OF his own teach
ers.s for he obeyed her-and that
about ended that except that 1t
proves that after you have been
training children from girlhood to
gray hair it gets to be 4 habit.
!: X X x
/ CHE was of the color Of an apricot
y dried in the sun-its fruity bloom
gone forever, but with all it's sweet
ness under the withered skin. And
-she was making 4 friendly confidant
OF a fine, high-up newspaper man,
who was really glad to advise her
as to little business she had in
o mind. When she had stated just
what she wanted to do he Endorsed
the idea, with tribute to her judg-
ment:
1T believe that is the right thing
for you to do-you can always trust
the evidences of your senses"
"No, sub; you KANT always tTus'n
the evidences of yo' senses becawse
theys the most uncertainest things,
they isl goes by fac's."
So did the renowned Mr.. Gradgrind
Of Dickens land, but of the two YOU
would have bet on the human apricot.
if only for the reason that her facts"
are leading her to cheerful old age.
Which you couldn't say for Grad
grind.
THE sunshine had sobered into a
1 gray that would soon be dusk
and the big place was as silent as a
clock with it's works run down, eX-
cept for one woman who was peg
ging at a typewriter. And even she
was about to call it a day. when. the
elevator emptied out n man. He said
he had brought in good little story,
and the woman, being of a sort that
likes good little story as rat likes
cheese, stood at attention, while he
prefaced his yarn with 4 condition:
I'm not after money. I'll be salts
fed with ascouple of seats for Shy
lock. like Warfield, but don't be-
lieve he can get away with Shakes
peare-and as Il know you papers
have all the passes you want, I'd
rather make a dicker with you than
waste good money on what I feel is