Evening star., 1924-04-06
AROUND THE CITY
By Mamie Lancaster

her. ''ctptn I'm too we'll to get
sick--and I'm so worried over sayin'
1t, dono what to do"
The everyday soul shifted her mar
ket bag to the other arm and made n
sensible remark:
Well, yes, you were both migrate
ful, seeing that millions of sufferers
would call health the greatest bless
ing the good Lord could give them,
but now that you are sorry, L don't
believe He would want you to worry
over it,
forgot to rap wood"
THERE is Thomas Meighan young
man in a bank about a stones
throw from the Treasury--if one be d
good hand at throwing stones.
The kindliness of Tom of the
Screen is an acknowledged jewel of
the first water, but also, maybe, he
wouldn't keep it so constantly on tap
if it wa sn't for the movies. His pro-
totype of the bank goes him one bet
ter by wasting his sweetness on the
desert air-meaning stupid people,
with this, for Illustration:
An ancient woman wanted TO draw
a check. Also she wanted to deposit
CHECK. ana Sn6 oNci
both. Instead of sending her to a
counter to fill out the things properly,
the Thomas Meighan young man fixed
everything except the signing OF ner
name, and for that he handed her MS
pen, with smile that was as good as
a tonic.
She must have known she was stu
pid, but his genuine good nature SO
buoyed up her self-respect as TO send
her of with quite the air of ousi-
ness woman. And as every act car
ries its little moral--Lo:
Another woman who had come TO
the bank to uphold weaker sister
In the sailing of yellow oack tnat
she yearned TO spend on Easter SAID
unto her when the ordeal was Nlr-
tuously over:
"The next time / get any money !
am going to put il in this bank on
account of the Kindness OF that
Thomas Meighan young man. Any
body-everybody- be nice to
youth, beauty and common sense. but
when 1 see an official being kind and
helpful to stupid. poor looking old
bodies, that's the one ] pin my faith
to-
And You couldn't ask for better
working moral than that.
:; :; i: <
TT is platform creed that if you wish
for thing hard enough you are
bound to get it. And for one woman,
- What she wanted was a home of
anyhow. it has worked out true.
her very own. Her callow ambition
was for the marble halls that the
Bohemian girl dreamed about, but
when her common sense came out OF
its egg shell she settled on a little
bung, With slices OF grass on both
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the back yard. And birds.
So she worked and wished until
by the time she could have what she
wanted-bung, grass, tree and birds
she learned something that you
may have found out for yourself: If
you are alone, with no dear one of
your very own TO cross your threshold,
the loveliest bungalow can be no
home. 1t is only house with so
many windows and doors That's
the truth, isn't?. So:
The woman gave up her longing
you notice you learn to. as the years
go by. and by-but the unexpected is
always happening
The other day she was giving her
self character over the phone The
listener at the other end of the wire
owned a small plot Of land immedi-
ateIy adjoining a home She intended
occupying herself later on. and which
she was willing TO sell. but naturally
the purchaser must be q suitable
neighbor. When arrangements had
reached a stage of agreement, the
owner described the spot, which the
probable purchaser had never seen:
TT is very desirable site, on a hill
overlooking the boulevard"
Sounds nice and sociable-and, of
course, there are trees and birds and
grassland the very best of neigh
bors?"
A bit of a giggle went over the wire
and the owner added to the attrac-
tions:
"Oh, yes, real aristocrats-and as
pretty a spot as there is in the ceme-
tery-new section, you know
Which seems to indicate that. like
the dear poet over at Oak Hill, the
woman who never had a home will
have a home at last