Evening star., 1922-05-07
AROUND THE CITY
BY Mamie Lancaster

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game. they took up consideration Of
disagreed-and that was ali there was
to 1t, except that:
| A lone being who had been listen
ing in, felt that If she had been the
right sort Of stun she would have
butted into the argument long enough
to tell the woman that the mans con-
gressman understands and loves
MOVERS so well that he has made the
vacant lots and waste places of his
home city bloom like unto the Rose
81 sharon, and that his knowledge of
! plants that are priceless" was evil
dehced when he fenced in the white
blossom of girlhood with the protect
Ing arm of the law.
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A YOUNG woman was pushing a
baby carriage. In the carriage
were twins. Another woman came
along and the girl called to her:
Why. Miss Ann! Don't you know
me? I'm Patty! Look. want, you
to see my babies"
The Miss Ann woman stopped,
looked and listened:
recognized you the minute I saw
you. And it's been almost four years
since poor Gram-ma went. No, I
don't have time to think of art any
more-two babies, a husband and a
six-room house keep me so busy that
l nave almost forgotten what a lump
OF clay looks like"
All of'which sounds quite ordinary
unless you had been the Miss Ann
woman and Remembered back like
Out in the country there was an
old house with ancient trees all
around. In the house was a very OLD
grandmother in a four-poster, under
a Jobs trouble" quilt. And taking
care OF her all day and night and
then back to day again, was Patty.
VINO was going to make her mark
some day-a reliable sculptor said
SO.
When grandmother wasn't calcu-
iating her funeral expenses and ar
ranging who was to be there, and
what the minister was to say, she
nibbled toast and drank tea from
a Rebekah-at-the-we teapot, which
was one of her wedding presents be-
for the civil war, which shows how
i old she was; or she went to sleep as
comfortably as a cat on a rug. 1t
was at one of those happy intervals
request OF the sculptor, to see the
girl and ask her about her work.
And Patty. just turned fourteen and
pulsing with ambition gold-tinged
with genuine ability, took her Wis
itor to bedroom which she didn't
call a studio. possibly BECAUSE she
knew 1t wasn't. being a clean and
rambling sort of place, with the sun
fIltering through the almost inside
tree branches to jazz over the white
washed walls and almost bare floor.
On the floor was one rag rug, shaped
oval. Near a window was a table-a
big table. with a lump Of wet clay
in the middle and little figures set
around, some of them a bit out of
drawing. but each representing what
the sculptor man called seeds Of a
greatness to come"
On another table stood a foot-hfKh
cast of girl in a classic robe formed
by the draping of flag that once led
an army of gray, mingled with an
other flag that was stripes and stars.
Her hair was wreathed with cotton
pods. and one hand held a bandana
handkerchief which she had unbound
from the slave woman at her feet.
And Patty explained:
Il call this The South and this
friendly cat and dog l am making
named Civilization If you were ac-
quainted with some cats and dogs 1
know you would understand what I
mean"
Miss AIMS memory was busy while
Patty bubbled out her. little story Of
love and happiness. And when she
got a chance to wedge in a word
she asked:
And you never feel like going
back to your studies /"
mo. indeed. because. dear Miss Ann,
what sculptor could ever make any
n I'M q -Hrn fu.t
Which seemed to settle. everything.
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TWO portly gentlemen were de-
scending the steps of the House
office building, when the one who was
obviously a member from somewhere
| south directed chuckling attention to
the office lawn. gold-starred with dan
| delions:
Look at those little yellow cusses.
will you, growing as brassy up here at
the Capitol as if they were down in the
cow pasture at home. I've grubbed
| those dag-goned things up by carloads
In my time, but when I caught sight of
the little upstarts this morning they
gave me sort Of friendly feeling
Do you reckon we are going to get home
anywhere around harvest?"
Harvest" the other portiy gentle
man chuckled in turn, ''ycu better be
satisfied If you get back for shucking.
Ny wife used to say that a dandelion
would be considered the most beautiful
flower in the world if it cost as much
as an orchid" He plucked one and put
it in his coat buttonhole in a way that
somehow betokened that his wife was a
memory of the past.
Even a little yellow cuss Of dande-
lion may serve as a golden key to un-
lock memories Of love and home.
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A WoMANLEss wedding is some-
thing new under the sun, as far as
Solomon is concerned.
A maid was telling the madam about
church entertainment Of the night be-
fore at which there was a mock mar
riage with all the characters played by
men. Naturally, the madam wanted to
know why they didn't select girl for
the bride. The reason was simple:
''Yes'm, girl would have been more.
choicy, but a man was good enough for
the. money. 1t only cost Is cents to
go in"
The financial superiority Of mixed
marriages is shown, though you will
have to admit that when it comes to
novelty, the womanless wedding gets