Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-07-04

be by themselves-and l don't blame
them"
i've never played in resort hotel, -
he said, 80 ! didn't know what it was
going to be like. The rest OF it's bad
enough. but the idea of having TO use
the servants entrance"
But didn't YOU say you'd once been
in vaudeville"
Yes. l played accomplishments for
Guilevitch."
Didn't you always use the stage
door,"
Why, yes, but
But that's all it is" she said.
"One entrance for the audience and
another one for us"
Yes, but will all these other rules
and regulations Still" he said, aft
er a pause. II don't know why
should do my bleatirg to you. Tell me,
how does it happen that a girl like
you is pounding a typewriter at the
| Seward Inn--or, for that matter,
| anywhere at all?'
Well, why not? Don't you pound a
piano."
"Ah"' he said. with a whimsical
/ smile, but that isn't entirely my own
| fault"
No? Whose is it them"
! Well" he said, cit goes back to the
|
was quite good, and l was quite
clever and mother was quite ambi-
tiouS. So we all began to figure on driv-
| ing PaderewSki back to the movies
| Mother sent me to Chicago and New
| York, and finally Paris. Then the war
was put on just as mother went broke,
| and just as l found out that I wasn't
| going to worry Paderewski much. So
| after the war was Cancelled I came
1 Ia oil IN n
a job in q restaurant, and one thing
| led to another until" He stood
| attention and saluted snappily.
| 'PaderewSki--I'm here
But don't see, If you've played in
| restaurants and
| Don't forget" he said, that when
| was playing in restaurants or in
vaudeville my free time was my
| own-and as long as 1 had the price
l could go anywhere l chose! But
in this neck Of the woods" He
snorted impatiently. well, that's that
How about YOURSELF"
II: Why, I'm afraid 1 haven't any
excuses-even funny ones. I'm just
a stenographer.'
There was silence. Yes" said
Haviland. speculatively. II guess that
| punch was legal, all right"
There was another silence, during
which she rapidly relented. mo, it
| wasn't" she said. 1T was terribly
rude Of me. Because 1 know you We're
only being funny-and that makes it
serious. Why. my father was as
| Sociate professor of Latin at Columbia
| But there were seven of us. So
went to Barnard. and then took a
secretarial course, and then / was
tired and wanted sea air So" She
also saluted. Neptune, I'm here
| X
I0N the following day he informed
~ the manager that in spite of vari-
GUS Objectionable details he had
| decided to stay at Seward.
| ''IIa. ha," said the manager. Didn't
tell you you'd find that room
| plenty comfortable?'
| To himself Haviland said, Dream
on But what he said aloud was:
! Yes, sir, you certainly did. And
you've certainly been very fair about
it, and l appreciate it."
The permanent difficulty was that
| Miss Warren's hours were from 9 to
II and from l to 6. Haviland's hours.
not counting the daily rehearsals,
were from 8 in the afternoon until 5
| classical composers), and then from 8
| until / (Sheer strength and Syncopa.
I
waltz. But he could still sit beside
her table, and now and then he
could mQnopolize her after dinner,
and on Sundays his contract bound
him only to a concert in the afternoon
| She said to him: But what 1 can't
understand is why you don't give up
music entirely. You tell me you've
gone as far as you can-and 1 know
| you're not contented in this sort of
| Oh tx.lr
do something else. Get into business"
He made a grimace. "At my age?
How much salary do you suppose
I'd get? And what would do?'
but with all your intelligence and
energy"
mo, hold on a second! Look at
the facts. Suppose l advertised for
a commercial job, what could / say?
Young man, %. now earning $40