Evening star., 1925-02-22
AROUND THE CITY
BY Mamie Lancaster

lump in nature that weighs down
our desire for the spiritual heights.
We fall and then we stumble up,
somehow, and make resolution to
atone. And in the humble ashes of
our repentance we fall again-over
so tEifling a matter. as say, this:
If you are standing in a car aisle
ON a snowy morning, sardined be-
tween damp humanity with umbrellas
attached and a general atmosphere
of crouch, your soul insists upon de-
scending from the high place where
1t belongs to wade in the small beer
of other peoples faflings, and you
think up irritable things, after this
fashion:
why should those two women.
seated next, register a 10-block reel
of complaint against their respective
landladies, when all they have to do
is move to some other places?
why should that lumpy-looking
mother permit her half-grown VOL
lop of a son to remain seated with
so many women standing around
especially when she looks the type
that would raise Caine if she had to
hang to a strap?
why should the assertive man who
is discussing headlines with another
| man speak so assertively as to the
necessity of 'civilizing Mexico when
he allows an old man to sway in the
aisle beside him?
why should those giggling girls,
with eyes like flashlights, explore
the seats around for some man who
viii be obliging enough to accommo-
date them with an answering smirk.
when they know right well that
And by that time you come to a
panorama of the snowy Botanic Gar
den, with its bone-gray trees reach
ing skyward, and your soul is,
up and up, to the kingdom where it
belongs, and
You make another resolution.
x x x
THEY were old fashioned women
you could tell, because they wore
high shoes-and one was buying
bananas at a pushcart while the other
looked on. The mild and yellow sun
shine had given the blitheness OF
Spring to Midfebruary, and, like most
of the people that passed that section
of Market space, the two were frankly
Interested IN all that was going on
For Cne obviously thrilling feature
there was an apprentice boy breezing
along with a rubber tire across his
shoulders, his hands in his pockets
=
by a joyous whistle that capered out
a tune that must have been jazz. .
The sister who had been looking on
they couldn't help being sisters, be-
cause of the same cut of features and
of a size that suggested twins
caught the buyer of bananas to direct
her attention to the boy.
Look at that poor child. Josephine
looks exactly as if he was being
squeezed to death by snak ke-did you
ever see anything so real?"
The one who was Josephine ejac-
| ulated on the reality of the thing, and
| having tucked the bananas in a cord
bag, put in second of leisure watch
ing the boy, and commenting on the
tires close resemblance to
They did not look like ladies who
had ever seen a snake squeeze boy
to deathvwhich shows what enjoy
ment one may get out of a substitute
when deprived of the real thing.
THE calendar made by Pope Greg
ory and edited by Father Time
is all right for everyday use, but
there come more important occasions
that call for a good reliable blue
moon-therefore:
Once in a blue moon this insignif-
can't unit takes on the Importance OF
a woman's page-this time for the
purpose of presenting an idea to the
world at large.
1t is a new idea, in that Solomon
never heard tell of it, and also an
! ancient one that was born and seems
to have died out with the gifted
brown beings who, once on a time
made Spoon, salt-risin'; egg pone
with clabber in it, or johnny-cake e
| plain"-cooked in ovens with the
same degree of art with which paint
ers made pictures for walls, and gen
orally much better in the matter OF
taste. So now you know it concerns
cornbread.
Well, a nice woman, named Sub
scriber, has appealed to this column
per typewriter, to ask how she car
find cornbread in this town. She has
just moved into an apartment with
a kitchenette and a new husband
who wants mullins, and. having tried
regular cookbooks and failing, she
has come to the surprising conclusion
that this column viii be able to help
! This column cannot, for the humiliat.