Evening star., 1923-03-25

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don't keep him waiting too long
Anybody could find out that much,
and more-by sitting next them al
| an Avenue restaurant the other night
while they waited for griddle cakes
and
you ought TO be ashamed OF your
self to go on like that-any man
| with wife and two-oh, you put
| cream in--and I like to color my own
! coffee! Please take 1t away and bring
| me the cream in a pitcher. I do think
! these walters"
she can't help 1t, hon. She's got
| to go by the rules. Gee. you ought to
seen the coffee we used to drink in
| the trenches-any kind OF old stuff,
and mighty fine at that" And tho
| son of Mars got out q dime TO have
! it handy for the returning waiter.
We'll, all l can say Is you have
mighty cruel disposition to want to
be where thousands OF men are being
killed-especially as the poet says
the pen Is mightier than the sword
anyhow"
Punk words. Nothing 90 EN-
81 should think the man who wrote
'em oughter know"
Gimme that mans name"
We'll, If you don't know I'm nor
going to tell you"
"Oh, 1 know him, all right: but, just
to call your little bluff. I'll give you
quarter to make guess. Who was
he? Right off the bat-no stopping
TO thing up
"Why, Shakespeare. OF course"
Good girl. You win
He tipped the coin with humorous
regret, which didn't In the least dis
guise his pride and his faith in her
superior knowledge. And she &C
cepted It with the assurance OF one
who knows that Bulwer will never
come along to make trouble.
1t didn't seem TO occur to her thar
1t is the easiest thing in the world
to receive one who trusts you.
And about the meaneEt.
THERE is a theory abroad that
i woman is failure when COM
bined with spade. 1t is too serious
a charge to be triied with here and
wouldn't dare be mentioned except
that it leads up to a nice florist man
in the market who Is advising his
along every inch Of palings or in
tubs on back porches, or in window
boxes If there is no other space.
Any one who Is able or willing to
bark back TO Oscar Wilde's aesthetic
pilgrimage to America Will recall that
he brought along sunfiower as SYM
Dol of his cult. And that big, foolish,
yellow headed, near-weed was 80
turned by the sun OF notoriety that
for long time 1t refused to prosper
along the worlds back fence.
But you can't live forever on pride
we have found that out for our
selves-so at last horticulture touch
ed the poor thing with its wand OF
progress, and-behold: A beautiful
flower the size of an orange and just
tall enough to make floral dados for
ornamental palings, porch or window
sill-all the beauty any housekeeper
could ask for at the cost Of a. few
cents and so many minutes day.
The nice florist man hopes that
| Washington will be yellow blaze OF
sunflowers when the summer gets
along He believes 1t would outglory
the cherry blossom show. But i
would do a big lot more than that-it
would bring fresh reminder that
seeming downfalls and failures sooner
or later develop into success.
The old-time sunfiower was so tall,
its big head SO ungainly, except for
the devotion with which II followed
its god across the sky-and loyalty Is
a most splendid thing-and It's leaves
we're so fiannelly that only the low!y
back fence would tolerate II. but
When the apostle of aestheticisna
had brought 1t to the dust of ridtcule'
as the gates of GAIA came down with
Samson, its fallen pride rose again
with a wiser sense of measurement.
The weed became flower. The
flower means progress. And IL IL
progress that runs the world.
You don't have to understand gar
dening to grow sunflowers any more
than when your winter bulbs -four
ished on a diet OF water and stones.
You Just do what the florist man tells
you-though, confdent.ally. garden
Ing at its best. or its worst, is no
more than digging a hole, dropping IN
a seed and then taking credit TO our
selves when nature lets 1t grow.