Evening star., 1923-10-21

driven TO a pretty town among
the green hills of Virginia
where they were compelled to
remain overnight. Finding the even
ing dull they decided to tighten the
loneliness with game of cards, but
There wasn't a deck on sale in the
whole place. And a house-to-house
canvass in the nefghborhood of the
hotel yielded nothing more exciting
than checkerboard-whic they
were given to understand is superior,
morally, to those sinister, shutting
pasteboards that outrival good in
tenttons" as paving blocks to the
biblical gehenna
Checkers are all right-or "draughts."
as Athena called them that time she
descended from Olympus to find all
the old folks playing the game before
the gate of Odysseus-still, when
cards are what you want AS one
of the young fellows said to another
native:
It's none of my business, you know.
what those good people choose to
think about cards. but-listen-you
can't pick UP a paper that you don't
see where some church. or an organi-
cation representing the civic, patriotic
or charitable work Of the District.
IS1 SlNlHS d GdTu pii LOT lile DtHS-
fit of it's relief work. And say, did
you ever travel day on a train that
the porters didn't go round fixing
| little tables for men and women to
vet those folks honestly believe that
cards are bound to mean gambling
! and the ruination of body and soul.
| What's worse. they'll never see 1t any
| other way"
! But the other native must have been
n mn iy1f CT
/ tradtction shipped in:
''Oh. yes, they will-when the mil
| lennium comes along"
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TICTTON dearly loves it's red
| l. blooded herman. graying at the
temples'-but he doesn't always show
to advantage when he steps from story
to street.
( One of him was holding a corner
; conference with a middle-aged youth
pits, strictly in accordance with ~tyle
except that he wasn't supple
! enough to get away with it-li<e a
! fall grasshopper that pretends he can
| the sap has dried in his foriorn old
shanks-and especially like the fall
| hopper. he was chewing tobacco. And
( his voice had the whine of self-pity:
| Il can't do a thing with her-I says
| to her. yesterday-Daise. you will
| have to go homo to your folks be-
cause I'm not able to support you
/ I'm out on sick leave now. I says,
and what does the government give
you. anyhow, more'n enough for one
! and she fairly raised the roof.
blaming me, of course, because of
( the little 1 spend on the ponies-you
| know what women are"
| The red -blooded he-man graying at
/ the temples knew all about women
and seemed proud TO air his know1-
+ edge:
| Make her go to work. 1 put my
wife back on the telephone week
after we married. Why not? Amt
that what marriage is for-hfty-hfsy?
And her to do the cooking. She
, wanted to buck at that, but l let her
, know that this is mans world,
II tried to make Daise see that,
but she twiddled her thumb at me
! and put in a lot of stuff about
woman and the Vote wish you
around tomorrow night. can't you?''
"I'll do that, and. say what about
sitting into a little four-hand? L can
get a couple of fellows. Don't you
worry, I'll see that she shoulders her
share of the
There was more to it--a lot more
but this is enough to help, out the
next lecture man who feels calieo
to stand on a platform and tell @ the
( world that old-faShioned family Ire
is dying out because married women
prefer a pay envelope to a home.
Also, a precious little list OF seven
Young husbands, each of whom feels
that a woman ought to work instead
of putting all the expense on the man
and-to quote one OF them:
IF a girl won't earn her snare
Cb IN StaV single, that's ALL
X X X \
4 A GIRL art student who has spent
/ n most of her life in the country
and gets homesick, now and then, was
telling another student-young man
about the piney woods down there
how lovely they are by day. with the
sun filtering through the green dowr
to the brown blanket of needles and
cones:
but it is fearsome to try to &c
through them at night, because 1t is
so black you can't see your hand be.
fore YOU. You have to reach out tc
fend yourself, step by step, and yot
imagine such scary things aroune
you!'
didn't make a picture of the woods
at night, but she merrily scorned the
idea. How could you make picture
of nothing but black paint?
You could put the scary things II
couldn't your"
But there are no scary things
really. you know. The old pines are
lust as safe at night as in the day
1t is only that they are SO black that
you can't see your hand before you
Makes you timid.
That was all there was to 1t. until
the other day word came to the gir
from the boy student. now in New
York, that, thanks to her woods, he
had won poster contest. and that as
she had given him the idea. he felt Il
was rieht he should go halves.
In the letter was check for $50
and an accompanying tube contained
a poster. And 1t made the girl mao
he