Evening star., 1924-11-23

the racket, approached and demanded
the cause of the fracus, and Mr.. Reed
wasn't long in explaining it to him.
Mr.. Low told his guards to cease, stop
and desist, which the guards did, and
Mr.. Reed was allowed TO proceed.
Now came the other development He
was a reporter from The Star, dis
guised as a real estate man, and he
thought there would be no trouble
in getting in. The guards began
scrambling, instead Of boiling. like
eggs. and the reporter was seized and
administered the preliminary stages
of the flying wedge. or center rush.
as It was known in the days when
Walter Camp played foot ball. The
reporter. no slouch at the game him
self, started to make a French ONE
lette out of the boiled eggs when
again Mr.. Low. approaching from the
wings and recognizing the reporters
disguise, shouted, For heavens sake.
lay off that mani" or words to that
effect. The curtain then went down
on the first act.
A little love scene The swain who
couldn't get in is still parked on his
feet outside the apartment house
when his lady love. pretty tired of
what Is going on, and finds her true
love outside. They exit down Six
teenth street.
Door Opens--swfsh.
The lights are lowered and through
the dimness careful watcher may
see figure Sinking, sIoping or slid
ing down the hall to side entrance
The door is hastily thrown open. The
4z
ing in. Then the lights are thrown
on. the guards are seen to register
grimaces, whatever they are, and the
meeting is on.
But not for long. Mr. Low, REIN
forced by the grimacing guards, rushes
toward the swarming tenants. The
tenants, seeing Mr.. Low approach,
set about making a noise like a
Washington base ball crowd when
Babe Ruth comes to bat. "Boo-o-o"
they say. They also give cat-calls,
whatever the call Of a cat may be,
and surge like the mob scene in
''Herrin, Ill"
After some talk and no action the
tenants decide to adjourn upstairs
to the apartment of Miss Hartman.
There they feel and register intense
resentment and decide to call the
police. But they can't get an outside
I6lcpHOue COnneCtlOn 30 Iney QeC1Qe
to go back downstairs and tell Mr..
Low Just where he can get off. Cur
tain.
Mr. Low meets the elevator de-
scending with a capacity load of in
dignant tenants. He protests, yigor-
ously, but the weight of numbers
forces him to move, backward, down
the hall. with the tenants. acting
the mob scene pushing him along.
"Gouger." "Rufian." "Boisheviks." !"
fools are shouted~by the pro and
con members of the mob and finally
Mrs. Brown steps UP and tells Mr..
Low there will be meeting and that
Mr.. Low will not put her out. Mr..
Low says they can meet IL they'll get
out Of the main lobby. They refuse.
(Catcalls again, with low, indignant
Kisses and not a few howlsD Mr..
Low starts to speak, but some ten
ant, dressed as a cheer leader, leads
the crowd in q long and loud de-
mand: I'VE Want Mrs. Brown"
Mr.. Low Somewhat Heckled.
Mr.. Low then begins to speak. but
the crowd boos him down. Mrs.
Brown starts to speak and the crowd
boos her down. 1--WE want. Mrs.
eS'
Throw her outw yells the opposition.
Let her talkw Put her out!
The door swings open and three po-
licemen enter. They assume strategic
positions, but say nothing. They will
not be mentioned again. except in
case of an emergency.
The meeting progresses. Mrs. Brown
finally obtains order. though in very
limited amounts. She outlines the
purposes of the Tenants League and
scores the ubiquitous financing of
the apartment houses in Washington.
She rs interrupted by q loud voice
which shouts, go home to Clifton
Terrace, you bunch of bolshevists."
Mrs. Brown continues her charges.
But 1 haven't raised the rents, "
says Low. playing his trump card and
| registering extreme suffering.
That doesn't prevent the tenants
| from organizing" says Mrs. Brown
as @ snappy comeback.
"The Tenants League should have
hired a hall" says a quiet member