Evening star., 1925-09-29
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWE{L.

Waiter. called Templeton Jones.
sharply, this coffee Is one degree too
cold
Yes. sir" said the little man. who
bore all the earmarks of having for
merly been a barkeeper. He knew bet
ter than TO argue with Mr.. Jones over
the warmth of the coffee.
I'm get you another cup, SIR" con-
tinued the waiter. The well dressed,
capable looking Mr.. Jones carried a
small Thermometer in his vest pocket,
and would pull it out on the instant in
case OF any dispute as To the tenn.
perature OF his coffee.
Here YOU are. sir" hustled the
little man, placing fresh steaminx
cup before the two men who sat al
the little table I'm the window
Jones slipped the brew critically.
Very good" he aid. finally.
Yes, sir.'' smiled the little man,
we'll pleased. going back to the great
counter that looked suspiciously like
bar of the vintage of some years
ago. The brass foot rail shone
Templeton Jones turned to his com
panion, one Ned Forsooth. a. some
what portly. amiable fellow, whose
great distinction among his friends
was that he had once turned down a
$4,000 position with the words. ANY.
DOuN ca n get $4,000 Job.
After adding Just the proper amount
of cream 10 his coffee OF precise
warmth and following II with an
exact level spoonful OF sugar. Tenn.
pleton Jones resumed the converse ton
which he had interrupted by calling
the walter
$50 your wife is eoine to get her
hair bobbed en-" he aueried. his aris
tocratic features alight.
Yes" answered Forsooth. she
is talking about it
II
Il think she will look very we'll
with bobbed hair" amiabiy comment
ed Jones. slipping away.
"You do" hopefully queried the
other
seems TO me that your wife, with her
sweet face. will look very well indeed
with her hair bobbed. She has held
out long time"
Yes; YOU know she said she would
he the last woman in the world 10
bob her hair
Il almost believe she is Jones
auaffed his coffee with relish. Around
them the restaurant life flowed. This
was A cuddyhole in a great hotel. a
place that formerly had seen the
dropping in of many men to sample
the wares in bottles out of the racks
The bar was still there. and the rail
and the racks Now there was pie on
the counter, foot on the rail-, and
nothing at all in the racks.
MY wife" went on Ned Forsooth
lis thinking about it. but l don I
know don't know"
You don't know what?
Whether she will look good"
Certainly she will" Jones cheered
him. She has thick. heavy dark
hair. exactly the kind that looks the
best bobbed You know, | am some
thing of an expert on this subject
You like bobbed hair"
Immensely. | know just bow you
feel about it, When my wife got hers
bobbed. was ready to condemn.
scarcely had the heart TO look at her
psrlor.
Now. however. I am thoroughly
converted Ninety-nin out OF hun
dred women. Ned, look better with
bobbed hair 1t is clea ner. and easier
on the woman. Besides that, it makes
them more feminine.
Forsooth halted his cup OF coffee
halfway 10 his lips.
More feminine?'' he inquired.
Yes" replied the imperturbable
Templeton Jones. You see. II Is
this way: Women are at their sweet
est when they stand, as Longfellow
mira sed il, at the rivers brink, where
childhood and Uomanhood meet.