Evening star., 1924-02-10

would be all there was to it except
that mindful of the shield of the
classics, here is another side:
There is young woman-not q
Follies type. understand, but a cul-
tured and delightfully."- kind and in
telligent person-who went to d box
office to get tickets for her mother
and sister, who very much wanted
to see a certain play. 4 treat like
that isn't an everyday affair with
the average business woman, and this
one was bubblinG with the joy of it
until she failed to get three seats
together However,, she made the
best of it by putting her mother and
sister in front. with herself in an
aisle seat three rows behind.
After the performance started she
noticed that the aisle seat next to
her mother was occupied by d man
who must have been alone, and as
men, generally. are ready to do any
kind little thing that comes along.
she took it for granted that this
one might be willing to exchange
so that she might be with her party
especially as hers was the better
seat-so:
AS the curtain fell she went down
the aisle to see how mother and
sister were enjoying themselves. and
to ask the man-with the hesitancy
that comes of ShyneSs:
Are you alone?"
And the man eyed her with his ex-
preston of polar SHOWS
NO. l have my family with me.
Pass or"
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4 FIRE big enough to Justify sew
eral engines, a hook and ladder
truck and a giant hose. that sprawled
like bloated snake across the as
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day along about dusk.
One of the passengers in the car. a
woman, whose fifty years or so was
crowned with q silvery toque wreath
ed with grapes growing on rose stems.
was so excited at the free show that
she raised the window of her seat for
a better view. And while she watched
from her front-row vantage, she felt
called on to talk, like a sewing ma
chine stitching an endless seam:
That ladder against the wall didn't
look right to her. If she was a fire
man she wouldn't climb a step until
it was fixed proper. Look at it, would
you; the smoke that puffed out the
top window showed no sign of a blaze.
Wasn't fire of any account. anyhow
after all the expense of calling out
the engines and that mile of hose full
of water gone to waste
But the water didn't go to waste
not all of it-for, for some reason,
maybe the hose burst or something,
but, anyhow, it shot up a jet that
drenched the woman's side of the car.
And no condolernents were extend
ed to the silver toque, that was as
Soppy wet as though it had been dip
ped in a bucket of water and left to
soak. But the woman evened up. She
was going to sue the car line for dam
ages for letting water get in the car.
The other passengers joined in, like
a Greek chorus:
You opened that window yourself
and>yo are the only one to get wet"
So, maybe, she will let the car COM
pany off for this time.
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CHE was a richly dressed young
woman-a mink coat that came
down to brown silk stockings that
ended in sandals Of brown suede, and
a Palm Beach confection OF jade chip
with a side-fall Of brown plume.
The eostliness of her apparel failed
to appeal to two very shabby little
critics for as they passed her the
one in a red felt hat that obviously
knew nothing of spring styles for
February remarked with pity-streak-
ed scorn:
'If I was in her place, I'd have
me a winter lid If had to sell the
coat off'n my back"
The other critic, whose throat was
half strangIed with what looked to
be a moth-eaten rabbits tail picked
from a dump heap, came to the de-
tense of the lady of the mink coat: =
mo you wouldn't, Daise, If you
owned fuhs like her an me-. Don't
care how poor got: wouldn't sell
my fuhs for nothin'.''
Tie owner Of the a.narchisttc hat