The Washington times., 1924-10-23
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10. the Poor white Indianl
Once upon q time we thought
that the ultimate in hard living
was represented BY the operator
OF one-man car.
Now we know that the acme Of
unwell.being Is reached by the
White Indian.
Take Margaret. Chepu and olc-
poor kids!
You don't find them worrying
Frank flights elevator men by
ringing the buzzer and running
away, nor do they play tag IN the
fifth floor corridor of the Willard,
They know how to manage the
eccentricities of peas without re.
sorting to spoon or knife, and
they have solved the problem Of
handling gracefully the oyster
cocktail.
On the whole, these three white
Indians kids are very well be.
haved. Emily Post, the Czarina
Of etiquette, might hold them up
as models.
= They're used to being held up.
Scientists come around and feel
their faces, make them talk.
walk, inhale. exhale and tie their
shoe laces. TO every visitor they
must give the handshake and q
murmured chow do you do. :"
They can't do most Of the
things that American kids may do
every day. For they are in con.
slant state OF company manners"
as there is no telling who viii
drop in.
we thought there might be
some hope Of their having good
time in their native haunts, and
we inquired OF Mr.. Marsh as to
the relative savagery Of the San
Bias Indians.
"They have a very old civili4a-
ton" said he, blasting our last
fond hope for the spiritual liberty
Of Margaret. Chepu and Olo.
There are reasons why we would
rather run a one-nnan car.
J. o. Martin, our cheerful fell
low citizen, says the campaign Is
pretty burned dead, as far as he
can see.
where are the buttons OF yes.
teryear?" asks J. o. You see
scarcely any of them"
The button craze, wc venture to
believe, has had time called on It.
Well, we, heard some snappy
campaign talk coming down on
the car this morning. It happened
on the mutual admiration" seats
in the front Of the Brill.
How do you think the cleo
tion's coming out?" a gentleman
with a white mustache yelled
across the car to the man who
sat opposite him--one who had all
the earrnarks of certified public
accountant.
II don't know" whispered the
second man, who was embarrassed
at Che loud tone, the first speaker
presumably being a little deaf.
Think it'll be thrown into the
House?"
II don't know"
what do you think Of the
'slush' fund.- think travelling
expenses are legitimate, don't
you?
II guess So"
BY this time the whole car was
listening, willy.nilly, to The man
with the white mustache. SO a
lady, who was sitting beside the
accountant-appearing gentleman,
got up and gave her seat to the
shouter.
Marshal Ed Snyder, who was
talking at the Lions Club yester.
day, told this story, apropos Of
something we can't remember:
A dear old lady was lettering
around at a brilliant reception.
Her bent old husband was in the
offing.
To the lady came a new &C.
Quaintance who admired a locket
the old dear was wearing.
Some previous memento is in
that locket, / suppose2" the lat.
ter said. Some memory of the
happy past-of youth and spring.
timer"
Eyes" sighed the aged woman.
1T is a lock of my poor, dear
husbands hair"
But just met your husband, :"
exclaimed the other, In consterna-
ton. He hasn't-oh, surely he
Unsurpassed away?"
mo-" the owner OF the locket
smiled, "but his hair has,