Evening star., 1925-05-04
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES Z. TRACEWELL.

She was a nice fat girl, the sort
that has a double chin and still looks
pretty. She got on our bus at the
sixth stop from the end of the line,
therefore she secured the two seats
she finds necessary for comfortable
riding.
She had two paper bags in her
right hand, one about half a gallon
capacity, the other one quart
Tee hee." giggled the fat girl al
hope you won't think this big one
is my lunch"
This remark, while made to a com.
panion, served the useful purpose OF
setting the whole bus right, for we
had just about come to the conclusion
that the large bag did contain the
lady's luncheon.
1t seemed about the right size.
Tee hee," continued the girl MY
lunch is in this little one"
She was afraid we would not be.
lieve her.
y A new consignment of passengers
got on at the seventh stop. Evidently
the fat girl wanted to be on the safe
side of everybody's opinion.
Il have my lunch in this little bag
you know" she said apropos of moth
ing. not even lunches. By this time
we were tired of hearing about that
lunch.
Besides. we had a suspicion that
it really was in the half gallon bag,
x Il X x
Our bus has the most interesting
characters.
That fat girl is only one of them
They get on all along the line. so that
almost every corner is distinguished
by its character. The student of hu.
man nature therefore, has what
might be termed a travelling labora-
tory. in which he sits at his ease.
His specimens walk right into his
parlor, too, which makes it very nice
for this student of that portion of ma.
ture labeled human. While other in.
vestigators may have to sweat all
over the map, he sits at his ease
and makes his studies awheel.
The Ardent Golfer boards the bus
at the tenth stop. He is a tall fellow
who takes his golf seriously. A regu.
lation golfers cap tops his head, and
the remainder of his costume is
strictly correct.
Kni ke b ock ers? OF course
Sweater? Exactly so,
How could one play golf without
them? AS for his bag of clubs, il
looks tremendous, to our non-golfing
eyes. II fairly ooZes clubs. There
tfupS WIln metal eilGS, ana n
ones with fat wooden strikers, or
whatever it is you call the business
end of a golf club.
We particularly fancy the wooden
headed clubs. They are all slicked
up with black enamel, and have such
"A general air of sufficiency. Any golf
ball hit square on the bean with one
of those clubs ought TO sail into the
rough
We suspect our application of golf
terms is very rough, indeed. but ii is
the best we can do, inspired by the
formidable array of sticks lugged
aboard the bus every morning by the
Ardent Golfer.
His mien is portentous. He seems
10 say, This is a serious business
l am in, friends, one that takes the
best man has. believe me. To play
better and bigger golf l have to put in
lot Of time, and have to have a lot
of clubs"
We feel that if we gave him halt
an opening he would he glad 10 ex
plain to US the fun uses of every one
of the 19 clubs in his bag. But We
do not give him even a quarter of i
chance. We look out the window
x x
At stop eleven the Talkative Girl
gets on.
What a Talkative Girl she is. TO be
sure, From the moment she gets on
the bus to the second she disembarks
she never lets her faithful tongue get
minutes rest.