Evening star., 1925-05-04

This morning she is engaged in re-
| counting conversation of the night
before. Her eyes glow. Her hands
wave. Her tongue clatters away like
! the limited mail.
"And he said I ought to see it, and
| | said ! would be glad to. and he said
any night that would suit me, and l
said / could go to the show tomorrow
evening, and he said he would be glad
! to get the tickets, and | said that
would be grand, but any night would
| suit me, and he said it might as well
| be tomorrow as any other evening,
and / said not to get the tickets for
| tomorrow evening If he had anything
| else to do, as l could go any evening.
| and he said If / wanted to go tomor-
row evening he would be sure and get
| them for tomorrow evening, and ]
said not for him to misunderstood me,
| if he had anything else to do, and
| he said he didn't have anything else
| to do, he just simply wanted to suit
| me, and | said on any old evening
| would suit me and he said well, then,
do you want to go tomorrow evening
| or not, and | said, oh, well, tomorrow
evening would suit me, and he
said-''
There is no topic under heaven that
this young lady cannot talk about.
| Things were made principally to talk
| about, II one can judge her reaction
to them. That old Hindenburg, she
says, ain't he a pretty looking old
bear, the old simp, to be d president
of anythingi Bet he will have the
| Kaiser back in a year.
| No, ensemble dresses are going out,
she wouldn't get one of them dresses
now, she would get one of them swell
| dresses down at WefitemS'S.
| So she rms IN faster than the
| wheels of the bus. After all. it is
none of our business how fast she
talks. But we are glad we do not
have to sit across the breakfast table
from such a line of chatter.
!. X x
Miss Serious and Miss F'lirtN get on
at the next stop. OF the two, we
vastly prefer the former. That is
where we split sharply with the bus
driver lie likes Miss F'lirty She
smiles at him when she gets on, and
never fails to turn her head to look
at him when she alights.
| If we We're bus drivers, going back
ward and forward on the same route
all day long, undoubtedly we would
have d preference for girls who would
smile. Not being bus performers,
| however, we remain true to Miss Seri-
Gus.
| She never cracks a smile, as she
carefully tucks her green cloak
around her light stockings, and sinks
down into the luxurious depth of the
seat. She remains placidly interested
in the landscape.
| Well, well, Well
If here isn't the Comedian, He
| boards us at his usual corner, his gray
| felt hat tilted at his best rakish angle.
| his right eyes agleam with the happi-
ness Of life.
| His best girl accompanies him, as
! usual. His wit is aimed at her, but
suffuses the bus. If he bumps his
! head in getting in, we all know about
! il a split second afterward.
| The weather. the people, the uni
verse, anything and everything is a
topic for his wise cracks. If they
often are not as witty as he aims them
TO be, at least they register we'll in
the brain OF his girl. Any one can
tell that by looking at her grin at
| each sally.
After all, what is our opinion of
| them ALL as compared 10 each pas
senger's opinion of himself or herself?
! Each looks out upon the rest, and
| each makes his mental pictures.
Some OF them are just, some perhaps
| unjust, since We can look but as
through a glass, darkly, at those we
! do not know.
The student of humanity, pictured
! by the Fat Girl, might turn out the
| funniest character in the bus.