Evening star., 1922-01-15

write his ''Star Spangled Banner
took in the Presidents New Year; re-
ception-and this is about how they
got along:
1T was a nippy day for us dishrags
and mops' to be waiting outside while
the tablecloths and napkins were be-
ing received, but the air was so
| charged with the warmth of chatter
and chuckles that the marriage bell
had nothing on us in the way of mer-
| riment as we milled along, step by
step, from the corner until we surged
through the gates. around the grav-
eled curve and into the sunshiny
fragrance of the White House.
Once we were across the threshold.
instead Of being hustled along by a
string of officials who made US real
ize the difference between diplomatic
napkins and residential Inops. and
having our names bawled out, and
and being bowed at remotely by a
first LADY, have experiences to go
blythe aide introduced Rus as IL we
were really born humans; the Presi-
dent greeted us as if we were chums,
and Mrs. Harding shook hands with
an honest to- goodness warmth that
implied we were personal friends
dropped in for an informal call. And
let me tell you, Mrs. Harding is a
whole lot handsomef than photo
graphs give her credit for. A pic
ture doesn't show her splendid teeth
and pretty color, nor the brightness
Of her eyes, nor her happy. play of
expression. If she wants my vote
next time, she is going to get it
Which seems to be- a pofitical adj
vance hint that .now.t thSt women
carry votes in their pockets, the .na-
tional parties of the future will not
only have to pick out q right kind
of a President, but the right kind
of a President wife. ~
@**a* &ssS
JIMMIE, the cub, has climbed the
J worlds yardstick-the creased
pole of success. When he was just
cubbing-hotel arrivals and the like
he did a foolish and beautiful thing.
and then brought her around for the
] boys to see. She was a pretty. bit of
a bride in cheap gray that had for
contrast solitaire that was almost
first water, set in honest-toagoodness
gold-so much down and, YOU knew
and the boys had Clipped in for a
mesh bag with her new name scrolled
on its silver handle. The bag is fea-
tured because it would open its nav
on pay days and gulp down .Jimmie's s
envelope;. sink it without trace. And
always hungry for more. But there
was>n no more, SO Jimmie got desperate
and went In for syndicate stuff, work.
ing oyerhours to squeeze, out extra
ideas for out-of-town papers. For a
time she had a happy little, way of
ridiculing himeevery time his rejected
stun came. back: then: he kept his
trials and tribs TO himself, which is
bad, thing for married folks, until,
all Of a sudden. he blazed a little fun
path through the field Of Journalism
a jazzy cartoon Of human nature, and
the bag feasted on fat cheeks. You
would think his fortune was made,
but it wasn't. There was a friend,
secretary to corporation, who wrote
poems between times. and when Mrs.
Jimmy asked his opinion of her hus-
bands work he was kindly vague; of
course, there had to be all sorts Of
writing to please all sorts Of peoples,
but. he himself, never read anything
but real Eterature-and after that,
though. the. bag bulged, there came a
divorce. and Mrs Jimmie married the
secretary, who could write poems in
stead of slapstick. 1ntermission.
A woman was blowing along in
Wednesdays snowstorm when an
other woman stopped her-a shabby,
thin woman who looked as il her
dyspepsia tablets had run out and
she had no money for more. 1t was
the once Mrs. Jimmie-though you
never would have known 1t by the
looks of her:
st couldn't help speaking because
Jimmie used to think, SO, much of
you-and I think SO much of Jimmie.
AS I tell my husband, if only he had
the brains Jimmie's got and could
earn more money, instead of half
starving on a salary that never gets
a boost. Jimmie must be rolling in
money by now-and il It hadn't been
for my husband, I could be- riding
around in my own car instead Of
walking in weather like this to save
carfare." -,
Which seems to show the unwisdom
Of forever praising other people at
the expense Of our own.
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TUCKED in one corner Of a, Christ
L mas box from the country, along
with, spareribs. chinebenes and just
smoked sausage, was q tin Of brown
and shriVeled something that the re-
ceiver welcomed with joy:.
.AThe dear Old things! ! haven't
seen a dried apple for SO many ages
that I'm going to cook them right
away with brown sugar and einna-
mon stick, -like We used to In the
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