Evening star., 1926-06-06
AROUND THE CITY
BY MAMIE LANCASTER.

Maybe. But you have got to catch
beau before you can get husband
a fellow hates common sense IN
girl
And as they went on with their
chatter a woman behind-also glng
ham. marked down-wondered IL II
could be possible that Solomon, in all
| his wisdom, hpd been reincarnated
into a chiffony girl?
True, children. dear, chiffon is q
| lightsome rag, with no wear TO II
while gingham improves with wash
| ing, but If you will notice
There are always ginghams on the
remnant counter. while chiHon never
lacks for customers, and likewise
Man will always be man.
SOMETHING had gone wrong with
~ water pipe in a ditch. AS 1t
burst the spray leaped up ike a
| fountain and each laborer who had
been digging in the ditch became, 1or
the minute. a demmed, damp Othello
with his occupation gone by py'
And a truck alongside became a
water wagon in the literalest meaning
of that hard-worked term.
1t was a show worth looking at
for the torrent shot up with live
velocity, as if, like the bottled genii,
it was no longer mans slave penneu
in a pipe.
1t was the untrammeled. conscience
less. beautiful, ferocious thing of
which oceans and floods and cloud
bursts are made. 1t was Nature
greatest miracle in mystery and size.
1t was Water.
discreetly distanced crowd of onlook-
ers spoke her mind to the woman
with her:
IT don't care extra for tailor-made
fountains with their senseless spurt-
ings in a basin full of dopy goldfish,
but this is great isn't it?'
No microbes of fancy infested the
other woman's mind:
"You ought to be ashamed OF your
self, Ann. as scarce as water is IN
this town-there's enough wasted
water in this leak to do a family
wash for a year.
Which helps to prove how wise
that man was who took his pen in
hand-or, maybe it was stylus or
sharp flint, or just an oral hand-doWn
and told the world that everything
in it depends on the point of view.
THIS town is populouS with tender
l. Young mothers who are rearing
habies with a knowledge that would
be miraculous except that 1t is in
stinct, which, for all we know, is the
same thing. But there are always
others, and it is the exception to a
rule that makes copy.
A Young woman was lettering along
in a shopping section. She had in tow
a tiny boy, who limped bit. And
the boy carried paper bag. AS they
reached a crossing the child stumbled.
the bag fell and the candy scattered
over the asphalt. The boy began to
crv and the mother gave him fretful
Jerk and ordered him to Come on.
The boy didn't want to ''come on.
He wanted to pick up his candy. The
mother gave him another jerk and
told him what she would do to him II
he didn't stop crying. But the child
risked it.
Il want my candy, mommer;
want MY"
shut up this minute or I'll spank
you the minute l get you home.
She looked like woman who would
keep a word like that and the kiddie
began to whimper along. as near iE
step as ne COulu kcCp, NHCi eioNA'SA
woman, gray and fat, and with sport
frock 10 years too young for her
and a chin that could lead armies
charged into the situation:
Say. young woman, you want to
ease up on that baby. He can't keep
stride with your grown-up legs-he
limpS."
The mother had met her master-or.
maybe, all she needed was for some
one to make her realize her unfairness.
for she stopped down, patted the boy S
cheek with fondling words to match:
picked up near bits OF candy and wait
ed while he joyously foraged for more.
The defender of youth stood by. and
the mother. feeling serry--or. maybe,
just cheap at being caught-said to
her by way of compliment:
II guess you have reared mighty
fine family in your time"
The chin woman cut into the remark
with a chuckle that sounded like a
half grown boy with extra good lungs:
"You mustn't ruin my reputation
like that. l am an old maid. and all
my children are born of my imagina-
ton. But. know more about rearing
'em than half the young mothers 60
ing-and up to Maine, where / come
f,.ny, olvSaUS Snoal< orr minds -