Evening star., 1927-05-29

| who is shedding teeth. You aIwayth
| claim every thingle thing-She be-
| lonth to me becaWth tomorrow its my
birthday, and the is one Of my preth-
enth-so there"
Aren't you ashamed of yourself to
tell a fib like that-when you know
right well l saw Mrs. Coolidge first,
and that she belongs to me, and her
| car and her shofer an everything"
| A passer-by, who had stepped out
| to the asphalt so as not to interfere
with the rope skipping, looked back
at the two little people of the pave
sion of the lady who had vanished
| ahead.
"She is so mine, Miss Greedy"
"She ith not, old stingy. You can
have that lady that justh walked by"
Don't want her."
| And the passer-by, feeling herself
a drug on the market, was undecided
whether to laugh or cry-the incident
so reminded her of another child who
| used to choose and pick" things way
| back in the last century-as doubt
| less, other children will in the next.
well, then, I'll jump you for
| ber."
So they skinned the cat for right
| OI pOSSGSSlOI, anu IL
more skips after Evie tripped up,
she now owns the First Lady and her
wondersmile-not counting her car
and shofer an everything.
| X X X
HUMAN nature masquerades in
IL DISCUSSES, but she always plays
| the same game-With small Willie for
one illustration:
Willie was bidding gOod-by to baby.
hood. His last slip was on Time 5
scrap heap, and in it's place papa had
diked him out in a white duck sailor
suit and rakish cap to match, with
"U. S. Navy" gilt lettered on a blue
ribbon band. Papa had slanted the
bureau mirror and Willie strutted in
it's reflection small parody Of a
man. There was but one difference
between him and any other sailor of
the high seas; Willie had curls as vel.
low as sunbeams-the joy of mamma s
heart-and, naturally, the curls would
! have to go. Papa said so, as he
reveled in the glory of a son who had
just shed the last bit of raiment that
had made him indefinite as to sex.
You know how young fathers are.
AS a man acquires a waist line and
accumulates a flock of growing boys
he loses that parental ardor to see his
youngsters look like cherubs without
wings, but Willie's papa, being new
to fatherhood, had been making a
man" Of his baby from the day of its
birth. And his untrammeled delight al
putting the child in a boys suit as
soon as he had started to toddle, was
a sight worth seeing-eXcept to moth
ers, Of course, who know that q first
suit" graduates a baby into a boy
and puts him out on the great road
the first step of which leads him
, away and away from her arms.
He's a regular boy, now, eh
mamma Except for his curIs-his
hair will have to be trimmed. Might
as well go to the barber's right now
and get it done with-want to be
bobbed, son, don't you?"
Son did not, and he said so
Though all curly-haired boys in his
tory have despised ringlets, because
they made a fellow look like girls
, small Willie was of a different mind
mo, 1 won't have by hair bob
papa--I'm no dirl.'
why, sonny boy
: NO, won't, papa. Allie dirls ha.
their hair tut short ami don't want
to look like no sissy"
, Modern fashion had given small
!. Willie an opposite opinion to all other
curly-haired boys Of history, but il
was the same old human nature thar
{ forever and forever makes a boy hate
to look like a girl.
X
, A MAN went to specialist to have
g his eyes doctored.
Y He said he had never worn glasse:
i and never expected to. The onl,
thing was. he was having right con
? stant headaches, and his wife had in
: sisted on his coming. until she CAV,
! him no peace. = e s.A.ss...as-.