Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-07-10

perlenceS, neither
he nor his chauffeur paid the slight
est attention.
Just as the situation seemed to
call for an expert. young man OF
the jobiesS type, who was sauntering
aimlessly by. stopped long enough to
see how things were going. Then he
nudged through the tag ends to the
chauffeur'S side.
rs your So-andso all right? lie
asked it with directness that showed
intimacy with cogS and wheels.
Certainly" snapped the chauffeur
man.
And your so-and-so in good gear?"
"Of course"
Then l better take look be-
Meath"
Il can attend to my own business.
You go about your own, If you have
any"
I'VE can't afford to get huffy. Bob.
reminded the owner of the car. GO
ahead, old man, and see if you can
get us going."
The old man--still young enough
to have a boyish tousel of gloriously
wayy hair-crawled underneath the
brown and brass; stayed there about
two minutes. and then crawled out.
You're all right now-s'long."
And he sauntered on.
Hold on" called the man inside.
Don't you want to be paid for bully
good job?"
Evidently he did not. He even
FASTENED a bit. And the dog, being
also of the vagabond type, followed
him. Then the chauffeur touched the
Circle-and out Of the incident.
G"Thof Nhan'c a n1a0hiniSf all right
feel sorry for the driver, when the
boss gets through with him."
The man spoken to hunched his
shoulder and dealt out wisdom:
"You needn't waste any sympathy
on the chauffeur. He may never
learn his business, but he will be hold
ing down a job long after that poor
moron has gone to the dogs"
And both turned to see the last OF
The jobless-type man, who was taking
his way dogward because Of the loose
screw in his own gear fAat nature
had failed to adjust. And which you
will know about. if you have made
any sort Of study in the way of loose
screws.
NOC may have noticed that some
l. of us like to talk more than our
share-with one man for illustration:
He was an oldsh man, with
contour that showed for life of
good dinners, and he had paused at
a corner to look at a florists van
that stood at the curb, its open door
revealing an interior as green as
Jungle with tropical foliage, and
sheafs of gay blossoms intended,
doubtless, for some wedding or high
tea.
Others, in passing, may have
giimpsed the sylvan inside. but the
oldish man was getting out Of that
van the thing that is known as
kick-and was generous enough to
share it with anybody who took the
trouble to listen to his comments
given with the pathetic garrulousness
of old people, whenever they get a
chance to talk:
'Bougainvillea. My, my. / haven't
seen bougainvillea since l went to the
PHILIPPINES with the Taft party. Looks
like big money in there, but over in
our Spanish possessions it grows so
wild and thick that the natives have
to cut their way through the chap
paral with boloS-my, my, my
wonder how they managed to get
that Seventh Deadly Si:l from the
Panama jungles-refrigerated ships.
of course-my, my. my, looks like
red velvet plush and emeralds-
though not as big and splendid as
the one given to me in Panama.
Dangerous to get at them in the
jungle. on account Of boa constructors
my, my, the tropics, without the
expense of going to them-my. my"
BY that time the husky brown
driver of the van, having delivered
a wreath at a house across the way
gray crepe on the door-mounted
the box and whizzed off.
And that would, naturally, have
ended the incident, except for few
men and women on the nearby plat
form waiting for car. and couple
OF men-also oldish, and dressed in
as good clothes as money could buy
who had been cumming along until
the travelogue brought them to a
stop.
"Why do you suppose that chap
told all that fairy stuff, huh? Never
travelled as far as New York in all
his life. Lives near me in Bladens-
burg"