Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-08-14

can't help his weakness any more
than l can help my pug nose or you
can help your knock.knees."
well, l like your nerve"
Nerve, nothing! Ar'n't you for
ever fussing over your knock-knees!
And you couldn't help 'em to save
your life. You got 'em from your
mother and M'rie gets 'em from you.
You were all born that way
"Of all the insults
"Heredity. my dear, that's what it
Is. You get your knees from your
mother and get my snub from Pa
and maybe the man had ancestors who
drank. When my mother was
young lady. she says it was an every
evening occurrence for young men to
he brought home from dinners in i
hack-and, what was worse, on New
Year days 1t was the women who
made men take wine at every house at
which they called-and they called
everywhere. Maybe this poor soul is
the son of one Of 'em. Anyhow, as
years went on, men began to realize
that they couldn't dissipate and keep
important jobs. Pop says the great
evangelist of temperance was the frst
railroad that demanded sober engi-
neers to run trains, because 1t was
tired Of paying damage suits on ac-
count of wrecks due to befuddled
brains. This resolution became SO
general that workmen were leaving on
their sprees and becoming generally
temperate, when Mr.. Nolstead came
along with bootleggers attached.
Now by the time my Paul is grown,
he won't know enough about drink to
, want il, because both Pop and my
husband are as sober as water in a
dipper. But noses and knees are dif'
ferent. They stay put because there
ia nothing mental about them that
YOU can cure, like bad habit. That's
what Ma says"
In Ter contrast between the cpl:
demical ziszaggings Of our treasured
mast and the sporadic sprees OF the
present High Heels showed that she
vas halfway right - and that is
, enough TO ask of any woman-ot any
man. ,.; 80 .
third woman who was tagging behind
hut she didn't count. All she ala was
Tsten-and then tab it down. Like
this.
TIE looked as II he might have
i l. stepped out of Mexican revolu
+,on--comic opera brand--though II
tsn't likely any Latin brother ever
went warning IN DOundH1Ounu ltE'
gin,s a cone shaped hat strung with
green and yellow braid and red
ebirt fronted with white buttons the
, size of poker chips, but, anyhow
That's what he looked like, and, for
all YOU could understand what he was
saving. that's the way he sounded
Rut his actions were entirely Amcrl
can for anybody could tell that the
strings Of beads on his outheld arm
were for sale, and a big -lettered tag
put the price of each at a quarter.
Two women had passed him wher
the one who was plain-looking turned
with covetous eye on string OF tiny
shells, the pink of Pacific sunset
The other woman, who must nave
reveled in the beauty of every feature
In her face, stood off and smiled toler
arce. 1t was evident that she had ar
artistic soul above gimCracks.
The plain woman. whose face mus
4 have been one Of the worries of hel
life. caught the smile, but desperately
Maid a quarter, grabbed the shells anc
caught up with her companion.
Couldn't help yourself. could you
Int Il ridiculous OF me? I cam
understand my Unsuitable hankerins
for this sort OF trash. but I'm forever
buying It and giving it away t.
friends. who accept TO save my feel
lngs. Maybe / was an Indian to begin