Evening star., 1929-06-09

Buster moment while I step in here for q.
near beer?"
"Sure not acquiesced the butcher boy, glad
to be of some service to his customer, who ap-
peared SO dispirited and sad. Battling Buster
phIegmaticaily accepted the transfer; any,
where he hung was home. sweet home to him.
Ten minutes later in high good humor, Spike
returned to the butcher boy who looked rather
warm and uncomfortable Thanks, old scout"
he said. requisitioning the youngster. Take
this dollar and buy yourself a drink. You look
pretty dry"
mo, I'm not dry" shortly rejoined the
butcher boy, taking the dollar. 'Tn use this
for new shirt"
But this did not iampen his interest in the
Maloney affair. The next morning he arrived
at that house q trifie early for his daily order
and, not receiving any response to his rings,
opened the door and stepped into the kitchen.
Immediately his ears were besieged with q
Niagara of words from the living room. Honey
bunch was holding forth.
"And what did give up for you, I ask?
What did give up for you? What did give
up for the sake Of married life and baby?
Just when everybody from Key West to Port
land was beginning to know and admire me,
Honeybunch Hunter. as the best Soubrette in
any musical comedy company outside of the
Big Town, just when I heard that Ziegfeld
hissek was fixing to wire me an offer to a thou
sand q week, just when they all said the movies
was sending their scouts to look me oveT-I
ask you what happened then?
"You come along and induced me to marry
you-you, a third-rate palooka who to get up
strength for a fight had to eat onions for sup
per, and whose manager had charley-horse in
his right arm from throwing the sponge in the
ring so often.
to give up all my bright and happy future in
the big time, ready to let go my just claim to
fame and fortune, for the sake of settling down
with you and raising family. And now that
We got the family, what do you want to do
with It?
why, raise it to be another ham-and-egg
fighter, just like yourself, to grow up into .
false alarm and maybe induce some other tal-
ented performer to be a fool and marry him,
which, goodness knows, I don't want it ever
to be-
why don't you say something? Why don't
you make some alibi? You made plenty Of
them to the sport editors in the old days. Is
your tongue muscle-bound like your brain?
Why don't you say Something?"
Honeybunch paused to give herself some
breath and before she could refuel Spike heat
ediy took up the discussion where she left Off.
"Yeh. that's your side of 1T Just like a
woman! They all have mind like a small
town troiley-one track! Sure, Ill tell you
what you give up A cheap tab'-comedy lob
to be the wife of real high-class boxer who.
if he hadn't Of had some rotten luck and bad
decisions. would be right now where Gene Tun-
ney is. and that's no bedtime story.
you know you was getting old your voice
starting TO crack and your legs wasn't as spry
as they was during the Spanish American
War-yet you stand there and pull that pole
cat about ziegfeld and the movies Sure YOU
married me-I couldn't help myself-and what
wanted was love and family What I got
was hard words and a broomstick, and family
you are trying to make into another stage fall
ure, just because his mother was one
Now you say something. Just say some
thing. Go on and say lit I'm listening. You
know all the answers Why don't Won saw
something's"
Before Honeybunch could say something the
butcher boy coughed loudly, and Honeybunch
inquired, "Is that you?"