Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-12-19

worst way or desires to be seen among
those present. With a pair of UNI
expected comps" in his hands--well.
it was more or less like bidding
trumps against a low suit.
There is something fiattering about
complimentary tickets. Their posses
sion seems to establish the idea that
the owner is some shakes" that he
goes places and does things. OBJ
seduiouS ticket-takerS are impressed,
and those who must pay as they so
regard the holder with enVlous eyes.
Whether one can afford to pay or not,
there is something about free ticket
that gives one a sense Of importance.
of being different. of being Of that
clan known as men-about-town. The
writer has seen men work harder ana
longer to obtain a 81 admission for
nothing than the time and labor were
worth.
TO revert to our friend with two
pairs Of tickets. One would THINK
that inasmuch as he had spent $40
for the dinner tickets. he would at
tend if only to get his money back
Not he! He babe the 10-spot adios,
and used his free tickets to the show
A well known surgeon, living IN
New York. has the complimentary
ticket complex. He is man OF
enormous wealth, but he confesses
that he gets a bigger "kick" out of
an annie Oakley" than he does out
of the performance or boxing match
to which it admits him.
x * X
The sage observation that the
grass is always greener in the other
fellows yard" is rare bit of truth.
To be something we are not or to do
something which perhaps is out of
our line is the common yearning of
most people.
Lloyd W. Bertaud, before his tragic
death in the Atlantic, was an air
mail pilot flying between Cleveland,
Ohio, and Hadley Field, New Jersey.
Through the night hours in Summer
and Winter, he traversed q territory
known among airmen as particularly
hazardous. Mountains rise to inter
cept the flyer who essays TO cross the
lofty crests. In the Winter the aVI-
ator is assailed by snow and sleet, so
that he is frequently in peril from the
elements. even if his motor is func.
tioning perfectly.
One would think that there was
enough excitement to be found in such
work without seeking sensation else
where. Curiously enough, on the
nights of important glove fights,
Bertaud would accompany the writer
to the ringside, and it is doubtful II
any other spectator thrilled to the ac-
ton as did the intrepid young airman.
AS a matter of fact. the surgeon to
whom reference has been made, and
to whom q desperate operation was
ali in the days work, tWitched nerv-
ously the night he attended his first
important boxing match, which hap
pened to be the Dempsey-Firpo affair.
You never can tell.
The other night, residents on Con-
necticut avenue rushed to their win
dows to watch a fire company dash
by. They were aStonished when the
trucks drew up by sedan parked at
a curb. There was no evidence of a
fire, although the fire-eaterS raised the
hood and examined the motor thor
oughly. Crowds, of course, surround
ed the machine, seeking in true Amer
lean fashion to see what it was all
about.
After assuring themselves that they
were not needed, the ffremen leaped
into their vehicles and returned to
their station. Five minutes after they
had disappeared, the owner of the car
calmly stepped on the gas and
whirled away. Some unkind person
suggested that perhaps he wanted
somebody to help him start the motor
and called the department.