Evening star., 1925-03-06

| so glad to hear your voice. Yes
She'll talk for at least half hour.
you tell yourself. Mrs. Lefton- Jones
Is quite talker.
| What's that?
'Oh. we will be delighted TO have
you" comes the voice of your wife.
| Delighted to have who?
we were just wondering what we
would do this evening, "cooes the
Missus, smiling sweetly into the
phone, s she hangs up.
II Il x X
Would you believe it, Mr.. and Mrs
j. Horace Lefton- Jones are coming
TO call! storms your sweet creature.
rushing into the living room. And
upon all the nights OF the year, to Sc
lect this one"
of AL the nights in the year"' you
echo' hopelessly. Lefton- Jones is
such healthy cuss. He delights in
breasting the cold north winds. The
| harder it rains. the better j. Horace
| likes it.
! Well, put your collar back on"
says the Missus. in d resigned tone.
! III strai ishten things up bit"
Darn it, just when I was so sleepy
j could not stand up. here they have
to come and spoil it all!'
1t is not long before the front door
| oSii ! lHsS. IHeTe tney are.
| "Oh, we are so glad to see you"
Well. we thought we wuold be
sure and catch you at home tonight.
| Sure you weren't going OUT
| 'Oh. no We were just WONDERING
what we would do with ourselves S,
when you called up. So glad you
| came
So, at about pm, you begin wait
| ing for the company to go.
trNr tn farf rfoi, I,n,, 70 . h.
radio. The super-het Is working to
perfection, despite. or probably be-
| cause OF, the inclement weather. You
| bring in Kansas City on the loud
/ speaker as clear as bell.
| But Mrs. Lefton Jones is busy with
| description OF her new ensemble
dress. and old Lefty himself is sim
| ply bursting with information con-
| cerning that new Destructo car he
has just purchased, the one with the
dappled fawn enamel in the fashion
| able French nude shade.
| Despairing to entertain the guests
| with the radio. you put a few records
On the trusty old phonograph. They
are great disks. At the end, Mrs.
Jones says Charming" and Lefty
| snorts. Bully" But you realize that
neither heard note.
| You give it up. You sink back in
your easy chair. and let them ramble
on. Then the soft cushions begin to
get in their deadly work. You feel
! yourself going to sleep. With a
| start you pull yourself together.
Surely it must be 8 o'clock. You
! take a surreptitious glance at the
clock. II shows:
Eight-fifteen o'clock.
With a muffled Rrosn you throw
yourself into the verbal arena, just
as Mrs. LeftonJones expatiates on
| the success of her last card party,
| and Lefty recalls the day he first
| tried to play golf.
You grow sleepier and sieeprer.
| Waves of slumber beat upon you, but
every time you manage to come out
on top.
! How long, OH Lord. how long.
| VIII they never go?
| Evidently not. The clock ticks
| slower and slower. 1t is 9 o'clock
| now They cannot be expected to
| leave before 1880. and IL o'clock
| probably will see them still there.
/ Ages pass You recall that time.
Fin early childhood. when the minister
called, and you had to sit up with the
grown-ups until he chose to go. Your
mother had to carry you TO bed.
Ages pass away. You believe i'm
| plicitly. now. in the huge age Of the
earth. You are willing to believe in
| anything, in everything but one
| thing-that Mr.. and Mrs. j. Horace
| Lefton-Jones will ever go. You have
those "waiting-for-the- to go
blues"