The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1923-03-24

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SUBURB OF NEW YORK,
March 24.I was born in New
York on November IL. 1908. My
mother died when / was two and I.
was left an orphan. NY childhood
was the childhood Of any New York
child Of humble means. Public
school until 3 o'clock and then
playing on the street with the
other children.
Aspired TO Rea Model.
When ! finished public school I
went right to work. MY first posi-
ton was In an office i went to
board with some friends. Afterward
i worked at different times as q
saleswOmanl, an office worker and q
switchboard operator. l lived with
friends to whom / paid board. I
l had decided to try for work as. a
model when met Mr.. Ruth. Peo-
| pie had told me ought to have q
good chance las model.
Recently have lived with q friend
who has been more than friend
and a sister combined to me. Ones
own family don't always stand by
one in trouble ~ friends do. /
| guess because the disgrace reflects
on them more strongly.
After the letter I wrote Babe /
tried every way / knew how to see
him or speak to him on the phone.
But just couldn't get to him. So
then some friends advised me to see
| d lawyer.
| I went with my lawyer, George
Feinberg, and waited In the cab
while he went into the Elks' club to
serve Babe with the papers. /
thought maybe Babe would ask
about me-perhaps even want to see
me and then I'd be right there. And
could convince him that / didn't
really want to fight him but just
wanted him to de the right thing.
/ I waited in the taxi, almost suffo-
eating with excitement. Now" I
thought, now he's sent for him. Now
he's going to see him. He's talking
to him. He's mentioning my name. =
Just thinking, Of Mr.. Feinberg talk
ing to him took my breath away.
Not to mention the chance that he
might send for me. l kept making
pictures Of how Babe would look
/ when he saw me, Of what / would
say and what he would say.
Lawyer Comes Back Alone.
But after, a while Mr.. Feinberg
came back alone. Still, 1t was
something to be able to ask him
how Babe looked and what he had on
and what he said.
i He didn't say much, it seems. It
/ was November IS. the night Colonel
Huston gave the dinner to the re-
| porters at the Elks Club and Babe
Ruth was the guest of honor. And
at the very time that ] was down
| stairs in the cab, waiting for word
from him. Babe was making a
speech in which he promised to turn
over a new leaf and be good.
! Mr.. Feinberg sent a messenger
| up to ask Babe to come Gown and
step into the lobby where no one
could overhear what was going on.
Then he served him with the sum-
mons.
Babe Ruth looked at it and asked.
Whats this?"
Mr.. Feinberg explained it was a
summons in Miss Dixon's case
against him.S Babe turned it over
and read it from beginning to end.
| Then he said:
"All right-huh"' and shook
hands with Mr. Feinberg and went
back to the dinner.
That was the only time Mr..
Feinberg spoke to him.
. Until all this publicity I didn't
have any bitter thoughts toward
Babe. Now, of course, I can't help
feeling bad that his side should be
trying to make me out black
mailer and everything terrible.
Even after the suit was started
I thought Of him every day-hoped
against hope that I'd run into him
in the street accidentally some day
i-or that he'd come back to me of
his own accord. And I kept one of
his handkerchiefs under my pillow
every night. .E
Shocked by Death RumOr.
And a couple of weeks ago when
the rumor came out that he was
dead-well, I almost died myself
Love isn't something you can wish
to order. And you can't get rid
of it to order, either.
The way felt when l heard
he was dead-in spite OF every
thing and in spite of the fact that
II told myself over and over again
/ simply couldn't love him any
longer-makes me feel that there
may be in his heart some little
spark of love for me still. Maybe
he doesn't know anything about IT.
Maybe he tells himself he doesn't
care for me at all any more. But
there may be in his heart some
little spark of love that would come
to life If he could see me.