Evening star., 1922-05-28

For right there, out in the middle
Of the woods. is a table with a white
cloth on it, and it's all covered over
viands you ever see in your life
including a ham and a couple of
chickens and a pie and some cool
looking bottles with long necks on
'em and gilt-foil crowns upon their
regal heads. And a couple of fiunkies
in long-tailed coats and knee
breeches and white wigs are incoming
round. fixing things up shipshape.
And just then a tall lady comes
sauntering out OF the bushes and she
strolls up close and the fiunkies bow
and fall back and she says something
about everything being now ready
for Lady Gwyndolin's garden party
and departs the same way she came.
And the second she's out Of sight. me
and Sweet Caps can't hold in no
longer. We bursts through the road
side thicket and tears acrost that
open place. ltketty-epfit. 1t seems
too good to be true And 1t is. when
we gets up close we realizes the
horrible truth.
is pasteboard and the pie is prop
pie and the bottles amt got nothing
in 'em but the corks. AS we pauses,
stupefed with disappointment. a
cheerful voice calls out: That's the
ticket! Hold the spot and register
grief-we can work the scene in and
it'll be a Knockout"
And right over yonder. at the other
side of the clearing. stands a guy in
checked suit grinding the handle
of a moving picture machine. We
has inadvertently busted right into
the drammer. So we kicks over his
table and departs on the run. with a
whole troupe of them cheap fillum-
troopers chasing after US, calling
hard names and throwing sticks and
rocks and things.
after while, by superior footwork.
we loses 'em and resumes our jour-
ney. Well. unless you've got a NOR
bid mind. you won't be interested in
hearing about our continued suffer-
ings. 1 will merely state that by the
time 6 o'clock comes We have'traveled
upwards Of 900 miles. running some-
times. but mostly walking. and my
feet is so full OF water blisters I've
got riparian rights. Nearly every
thing has happened to us except
something to eat. So we comes to
the edge Of a green field alongside
the road and I falls lin a heap, and
Sweet Caps he falls in another heap
aIongsfde me, making two heaps in
aHtDDo.' I says, 9et us recline
here and enjoy the beauties of
nature says.
".Dern the beauties of naturer says
Sweet Caps. I've had enough nature
since morning to last me eleven thou
sand years. Nature he says. has,
been overdone. anyway
Amt you got no soul?' says.
. :"'oh, yes he says. I've got a soul.
but the trouble is.' he says, I've got
lot of other vital org ans. too. When
I ponder he says; and remember
how many times rye got up from the
table and gone away leaving bones
and potato peels and clam shells and
lobster claws on the plate-when /
think he says. of them old care-free,
prodigal days = could bust right ont
crying
".ssh-hr says. Food has gone out
Of fashion--the best people amt eat
ing any more. Put your mind on
something else. says. Consider
the setting sun I says, .a-sinking in
the golden west Case yonder.' / says.
upon that great yellow orb With saii
them heecy white caonds banked up
behind It. -. SO
TIN gazins.s he says Tt looks
Something like y. .Aie fried sor one.
ssac. That's the way I siwsys uster.
tsire mine he says. before quit;
eAting--frfed with the sunny side ap.'
II changed the subject.
"sAan't 1t remarkable fact / says,
how this district is addicted to dogsf