Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-08-29

GOOD game to play in New
~ York is to sit in Bryant Park.
"A just back of the library. any
a sunny day and hunt. You
hunt for types. As you sit
there on a bench-your shooting box
the city will he your heater and Will
drive past you all day steady stream
of curious quarries. You can pick
them off at your leisure. every hour
adding to your bag some rare speci-
men You wish. perhaps TO secure
for the collection Of heads in your
trophy room prime example of bull
undertaken. Patience. Here comes
one now. Or does one? All unsus'
pecting he approaches along the con.
crete trail his rubber heels leaving
practically no spoor. The wind being
in the right direction. he does not
sense your presence. ON. on he adj
vances to his doom.
AT first YOU are not sure. lie might
he rural statesman or delegate to
a convention OF country school super
intendents. You crouch there. CULVER
ing with ali the suspense and excite
ment Of a moose hunter who.
after prolonged, seductive bellowings
through birch bark horn. hears a
cracking in the bush. strains his eyes
for the sight Of antlers, and fights off
soul,chillins fear that Ii may he
only COW. after all.
Nearer. ever nearer. comes the prey.
A glad sigh escapes the hunter.
There can he no doubt now. That
black hair like crepe; thai long. spare.
equine visage. like melancholy cab
horse; those doleful eyes. like drops
of emha Inning fluid: that solemn walk
He smacks of the hearse. As he
comes within range something white
ran be seen protruding from the
pocket Of his somber frock coat. 1t is
a white cotton glove. 1t must bet
is-a model mortician. You score
bull's-eye. which counts YOU 10.
With quiet triumph YOU resume
your alert position. take fine sight
and wait for a new victim
BRENDA WAYLAND was playing
~ this. her favorite game. In Bryant
Park one benevolent May noon. She
was doing rather we'll and had scored
40 by bringing down perfect floor
walker. covey of manicurists,
blonde, and an unusually fine speci-
men OF British butler. Is hands high.
and with splendid head adorned by
a full complement OF roam side-bars.
Brenda was old as girls go nowadays.
haine possibly 20, and she was differ
ent. too--fully rs per cent of her color
was her own.
Her quiet. dark tailored suit would
have attracted no attention from
man, but women would have looked
at 1t twice and would have whispered
Paris" Her small. bell-shaped hat
looked as IL it had been designed and
made especially for her. and indeed it
was, for the designing and making of
hats was her passion and her source
Of livelihood. AS to her face and fig
ure-well II had to he seen To he
believed.
Although the game was going well,
Brenda was not content. The hour
she customarily allowed herself at
noon was nearly over and che had not
secured even a poor specimen of the
particular type she had set out to
hunt that day. For on that day
Brenda had sailed forth from her hat
studio to bag an actor tmale). She
looked at her wrist watch Fourteen
minutes to one. She was disappointed.
Perhaps actors did not get UP that
early. Perhaps they did not frequent
that region.
She was sorely tempted to go into
the jungle where actors have their
lairs. Surely there might be some
at the wonted water holes along
Broadway. or at the salt ticks In
the upper West Forties. She stood
up. then sat down again abruptly.
Across Bryan. Park young man was
sauntering in her direction. and di-
rectly she saw his walk. and his
spats. her heart leaped up and she
had hope.
And soon as his gait an insouciant
affair. had brought him to within
dozen Yards of her bench Brenda
Wayland smiled-to herself, Of course
and felt that her day was made.
He seeing the smile, returned il. and
then she was sure. Even IL II had
not been for his smile. which was
assured and easy. she would have
been certain he was "A Thespian. FOR
there were other signs and portents.
There were the spatS of white linen
and the smart stick: there was the
hat. worn at ever SO slight an angle
there were the iron gray trousers with
sharp creases and the short. black
hroadcloth coat. the mode OF the mo
ment in London and theatrical New
York; there We're the wide winged col
lar and the dotted butterfly tie. fresh
from the pages Of What the Wen
Dressed Ham Will Wear: there was
the gardenia in the buttonhoA; ana
finally there was the face.
To begin with. the face had cleft
chin. 1t had been shaved danger
ously close and II had been powdered.
The nose was straight and the eyes
large. black and long dashed. Even
with his hat on she was reasonably
sure he had wavy hair Of the black
ness of night. \ handsome young
man, no doubt about it-and yet not
too handsome: rather pleaSant-look
in fact. and not weak,
Looks almost human, thought
Brenda. who was rather skeptical
about men actors particularly.
Having seen her smile. he had
headed straight for her,
Now I'm sure he's an actor, she
said TO herself But before he could
say the words that were forming on
his lips fate interviewed in the person
of Blots. last name unknown. The
family history OF Blots would have
Afforded an intriguing afternoon To
a Senealogist HIS mother may have
been A dachshund on her fathers side.
and again she may have been
spaniel with touch of collie In her,
Rlots' father. possibly, was fox ter
rier. with overtones Of pointer and
beagle in him.
In one way or other II seemed pos
eible that Blots was related to mum
Der of socially prominent canine fam
flies in New York New Jersey, and
States adjacent But he vas too
young to he proud. His attention was
concentrated. al that moment. on
sincere attempt TO catch his tall and
he had almost overtaken It, ne
thought. when he whirled directly into
the path OF the young gentleman IN
the white spats. who. having his large
ewes fixed on Brenda. did not perceive
Blots.
DROTESTING yelps rent the air.
l. Down went Che young gentleman.
sns,s ana all fat on the sidewalk: