Evening star., 1923-07-08

stretches its green length along
side a car track out southeast way.
He is a very old man who must have
been tall and slender In youth. His
! nose, tweaked by Father Time, still
| asserts the straight ridge that Phideas
! loved, and the neatness of his blue
| denim warrants pleasant suggestion OF
acme with a woman in it to keep him
fresh and tidy.
To spend a hot morning harpooning
stubs. matches and fruit skins until a
| receiving bag takes on the size and
heftiness of mail sack, is not a
| palpabIy attractive method of passing
| the time of day, but you have to get
| at the inside Of theory to be able
to size 1t up, according to Hoyle.
One regular patron Of a scertain car
] stop has instituted a daily exchange
| morning that she got the chance to
start up personal relations, there being
no one else around.
Naturally, she. began with the selfish
carelessness of men and women VINO
litter the ground with trash for others
to clean away. The old man forged
under a bush, brought forth a banana
i peel and harvested II in the bag. Then
he Strengthened up what must have
been a very tired back, touched his
hat with a Difference that Chesterfield
would have indorsed and smiled gentle
indulgence for the culprit in hand:
"If II were not for careless people
l would have no work"
He went back TO his harpooning, and
as the other one boarded a car you
might lawfully suppose that to be the
end of the incident, but-what sayeth
| Buddha? Words die in the speaking,
but thought travels in the mind
so:
AS the passenger took her choice be-
| tween Two ceIluloid straps it came to
her that as long as every bad habit
dance hall. gambling place, race track,
and the like-to say nothing of such
legitimate lightness as theaters, ball
floors and excursion decks-is followed
! by an army of industrious cleaners, it
| may be-just may be. mind-that faults
have their silver Innings, same as
! clouds.
You never can be sure of things you
know nothing about.
| X r
| A MOTHER man made doctrine has
gone TO smash. The calamity
was brought about by a white flannel
J type of the master sex who was
| lunching with a couple of women at
their club grill the other afternoon
In the course of zippy little give
and take argument as to the value
| of suffrage. the man graciously ad-
| mitted that woman is mans trueSt
| friend, but really
| Il doubt If the ladies will be able
to cooperate successfully. You
know the old saying that women dc
4 not care for women-'
| The hostess, professionally alert
and financially clever. snapped at the
| adage and tore 1t limb from limb:
| 1T may have been that way in the
, dark ages of mans supremacy, when
4 women were dependent on men for
| That helplessness made all women
| rivals for the admiration of men, q
| situation fostered by the vanity OF
men. But, unshackled from customs
that made us slaves, women have de-
veloped straightforward outlook
| and bank accounts. And standing
together on the fighting line we have
learned loyalty to each other. 1t is
no longer imperative to marry for q
home Unless we can get the quail
! ties we can supply. we stand alone
If you don't believe me, look a,
| statistics"
And the man. being of more conse-
1 quence than mere white flannel stands
1 for. said, with the Difference of one
| who knows when he is licked:
Il shall tell Adam to take that
1 sign from out of the window
pronto."
TT was suburban car, with country
hreeZes blowing through the open