Evening star., 1927-11-07

Every one knows the talkative gen
tleman from whom one simply can
not get away. He generally catches
his victim when the latter is III a
hurry and insists on reCOuntlng some
thing with infinite detail.
you see, it was this way he be-
gins. The experienced person" knows
what will follow He has suffered be-
fore Being good listener" as the
phrase is, has it's bad points.
Pcliteness is rightly praised as a
fine trait in a civilized human being,
and so it is. but it has its drawbacks
now and then. in no connection shown
more striklngly than in relation to
the aforementioned Talkcr de Luxe.
If one were not so cOnfounded po-
lite it would be easy enough to get
loose from him, no matter how firm n
grip he had upon the victims button
hole nor how earnestly he converscd.
This earnestness and this harsh
grip would roll off the victim like
water off a ducks back. leaving him
free to say, "Well, old man, see you
later, 1 must hurry along" But as
it is, the polite being is too polite for
his own good.
He must meet the enemy standing,
like a man, and not welsh when the
longtime conversational insists on
working out the minute details of
every little bit that enters into his
recital.
He must smile at the proper point.
show keen interest when keen interest
is demanded, and in other ways make
it plain to the orator that he is listen
ing Above all--and this is the cruX
of what is demanded of him-he must
stay till the show is over.
Anything less is to insult TREND
X * X x
He meets you on the corner.
You see him coming. and willingly
would melt away in the crowd, but
realize that the chances for such
bland liquiditication are precisely
nothing. -
Old Joe Jones has long eyes as well
as a long tongue. He spots his VIC
tim half a block away, singing him
out from a mixed crowd with pre-
cision and vim.
There is a lot of vim about Joe
Jones. Even as YOU groaningly go
forward to meet him you are willing
to admit that Joseph A. Jones, esq,
is a capable man and a good friend.
He has travelled extensively, knows
something about stocks and bonds,
owns his own home, knows how to
take a radio set apart and put it back
together again, has studied dlfferen.
tial calculus with some success, makes
callers feel at home, pretends to know
everything and everybody.
Perhaps that is the trouble. He
knows too much, and he remembers
it all. The worst of it is that he in
sists on telling it all.
Suppose he begins on such a simple
thing as the sight of a man he met
down the street. An ordinary man
might say, "Well, who do you sup
pose I met down there-nobody else
but old Monty Hacksaw. Member
him?'
And when you should inform the
ordinary man that you did recall one
Montesque Hacksaw, that would end
it for the day. But here is the way
old Joe Jones tells you about meeting
Mr.. Hacksaw:
II just met Monty Hacksaw down
there in front of the Five-and Dime.
Did ever tell you about that exciting
experience I had with Hacksaw? The
development of the 5-and-10 cent
stores is a wonderful thing, isn't it?
Once when I was a little feller-now
let me see-I couldn't have been
much older than S years-no, I must
have been 6 years old, because that
was the year my dear old father pre-
sented me with my first rifle. He
wanted me to learn how to shoot, said
every man ought to know how to hunt