Evening star., 1926-11-28

how, she is worth going over twice
because her story, though little one
would be hard to match.
After her mothers death Emmy
Jane became a sort of little orphan
Annie, whicn means that she worked
without wages in the country until
four years ago at partridge hunting
time. Then, as she would tell you
she went to heaven in an automobile
though, OF course, it wasn't heaven
but Baltimore, which is some different.
To which was added a hospital with
O white robed angel giving her some
thing icy in a spoon. And 1t all came
60 pass because Mother Nature, in
freak of prankishness, gave poor
country child a genius for making
money as easy as falling off a log.
For Emmy Jane had a wonder-voice
that could DO everything but sing
There wasn't a creature on the farm
that grunted, or mooed, or chirped, or
buzzed, or whistled that she couldn't
initiate equal to real. That is why
she was hiding in the bushes, that
partridge-hunting time; trying to
drum up q covey of birds she had
flushed IN an upper field. And big,
middle-aged sportsman from the city
-Baltimore--took shot and Sniped
Emmy Jane. He whizZed her up to
the hospital and when she was well
enough she told the nurse and the
Doctor how It happened.
You see. he thought l was a par
fridge because this is the way a
partridge drums-and Bob White calls
like thiS-and here is the catblrd-
and this is old Blossom lowing for
her calf. Now I'm an old sow-and
now I'm her litter of pigs-and this
Is the way the trees rustic in the
Eind-and here's how the rain comes
down on the roof and against the
window panes."
Just to show how things can hap
pen in this world. the doctor man
brought in a patient to be amused at
Emmy James goings on, and the pa
tient, being a big stick in vaudeville,
made her go through her stunts, un-
knowing. In little while he had
started her ON the road In her own lit
tie single act, which went so big that
the West kept her out there long
enough to earn q little cottage for the
old lady she had lived with--a nice,
tight little place, where draughts
couldn't get in nor windows rattle
IKE at that gone-to-seed old farm
house that had been built in year one.
And now she has gone to show
Europe what she can do.
X X * X
THIS world has come 10 d pretty
u pass-with pork chops so cents a
pound and apples as mealy as pota-
toes.
The lady who pronounced this die
tum had for audience a batch Of
work-tired men and women waiting
on loading platform for a. car to
whiz along. She had just come from
Saturday afternoon market--with a
cord bag to prove 1t. Through its
meshes bulged paper packages OF vari-
Gus browns, yellow bumps that were
Tutabagas. some long stalks of fritz
Eled-tipped celery and tin can OF
coffee, which, though she may not
know it, is gong to give her time
when she tries to pry the top off.
1f<you have genius and a penknife
you can manage it, but If you go at
O. lid with. say, your kitchen shears
you have to bear the broken tips like
q Christian and fall back on a can
opener. as you may sadly have learned
4or yourself; but, anyhow .s
Il says to the butcher, I can re-
member says 1, when pork was 8
cents a pound and he says: 'Yes'm.
That was when we paid our drivers
$40 week; now they are. getting near
five times that amount
What do you think of that? Me
getting only fifteen a week and have
TO pay big money for pork just so a
driver man can own home and run
an automobile in his off hours--isn't
that the truth. Eliza?'
Eliza obviously was not of the opin-
Son that the mightiness of truth must
be proclaimed. She answered the
query with little admOnitory frown
that tried It's best to stem the talk,
but-people will have their say
And look at apples. When l lived