Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-08-15

It was at Barolini's italian restau-
rant in Beak street that Ukridge
evolved his great scheme. Barolinis
was d favorite resort of our group
of earnest strugglers. There were
present that night. besides Ukridge
and myself. the following men-about-
town. Teddy Weeks, the actor. fresh
from "A siX-week tour with the
Number Three only a Shop-Girl''
Company; Victor Beamish. the artist.
the man who drew that picture OF
the O-So-Eesi Piano-Player in the ad-
vertisement pages of the PicCadilly
Magazine: Bertran Fox, author of
Ashes of RemorSe, and other unpro-
duCed motion-picture scenarios; and
Robert Dunhill. who. being employed
at salary of eight pounds per
7nnum by the New Asiatic Bank, rep
resented the sober, hard-headed com
merCial element. AS usual Teddy
Weeks had collared the conversation.
and was telling us once again how
good he was and how hardly treated
by a malignant fate
There is no need to describe Teddy
Weeks. Under another and n more
euphoniouS name he has long since
made his personal appearance dread
fully familiar to all who read the
illustrated weekly papers. He was
then, as now. a SiCkeningly hand
some young man. possessing precisely
the same melting eyes, mobile mouth,
and corrugated hair so esteemed by
the theatergoing public today. Ana
vet at this period of his career he
was wasting himself on minor tour,
ing companies of the kind which open
at Rarr0W-in F'urneSs and jump to
BOOtle for the second half of the
week He attributed this, as Ukridge
was SO apt to attribute his own
difficulties. to lack of capital.
II have everything" he said.
querulously. emphas sizing his remarks
with coffee spoon. Looks. talent.
personality. Il beautiful speaking-voice
everything All need is a chance
And l can't get that because l have
no clothes fit 10 wear. If | could
afford 10 buy couple of suits from
a Cork street tailor. if I could have
my boots made TO order by Moyko1
!nStead Of getting them readymade
and second hand at Moses Bros, If !
could once ContriVe to own a decent
hat. a really good pair of spats. and
A gold c!garettec case. all at the same
time. could walk into any man
ayers Office in London and sign up
for West-end production tomor-
row"
TT was a this point that Freddie Lunt
came in. Freddie. like Robert
Dunhill was a financial magnate in
the making and an aSsiduous
frequenter of Barolinis. and II sud
denly occurred to us that a consider
able time had passed since we had
last seen him in the place We en-
CURED the reason for this aloofness.
i've been in bed" said Freddie,
FOR ever a fortnight
The statement incurred CkridGe's
disapproval.
Freddie protested
II had an accident" he explained.
Fell off my bicycle and sprained an
ankle"
Tough luck" was our verdict.
"Oh. / don't know" said Freddie.
1T wasn't had fun getting rest.
And. of course. there was the FLYER"
What fiver"''
Il got Il flyer from the Weekly
Cyclist for getting my ankle sprained.
"You-whatr" cried Ckridge. pro-
foundly stirred-as ever-by a tale OF
easy money.
It's quite true.
Can YOU show me the fiver?"
''No: because if l did you would try
70 borrow 1t.
Ukridge ignored this slur in digni-
fed silence.
Would they pay a flyer to any one
who sprained his ankle" he asked.
sticking to the main point
Yes. If he was a subscriber.
Il knew there was a catch in IL,
said TkridGe. moodily.
Lots of weekly papers are starting
this wheeze." proceeded Freddie. You
pay years subscription and that en-
titles you TO accident insurance.
"How many papers are doing this
asked Ckridge. You could tell frpG1
the gleam in his eyes that that -grpR