Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-02-23

pairing big, rough and ready lummox like Ken
Craig TO our Mr.. Sittem," she said. a@
With touch Of asperity, Dee flung back.
well, he may be lummox, but ut least he
doesn't wear kimonos or drink vanilla in his
chocolate" And she went out to take Johns
Suydam on the outing which Ken had planned
for the day.
NOR had her humor improved on her return.
Indeed. ter vivid young face wore look
Of profound disenchantment when, at O'Clock,
she confronted Aunt Martha in the kitchen.
CHANGING up from her pastry board:
You look mighty glum. Didnt you have q
good time? What's the matter now" Aunt
Martha asked her
Slumping down in . chair, Dee sat with her
hands cupping her chin. LtstIessly she an
swered:
"oh, nothing IT'S just that the jokes On
me- Here, all winter I've been watching Ced
sprint across the stage in bath SUITS polo kits
and aviator helmets. And In one measiy, little
old day learn that he can't swim, doesn't ride
and is so nervous about flying that he stayed
on the ground while the rest Of us went up in
plane"
WELL. shortly, what Of it9 I don't see no
funeral in that. He amt posing as any second
Indy.
Pinching piece Of dough into the shape OF
q heart:
THAT the trouble with you young people
always expeetin' the wrong thing In the right
place and the right thing in the wrong" Aunt
Martha said. Suppose Ken does ride and shoot
and swim. What OF it? He can't make up
poetry and say 1t to the piano like Mr. Sittem
does"
With a smOthered ejaculation, Dee sprang to
her feet.
GOOD Lord! Does he do thatq" she ex-
claimed.
Aunt Martha's expression was aggrieved
Land SakeS, Dee, you sure are funny girl.
It strikes me I've learned more about your
friend in day than you did the whole Winter
long. Certainly he writes poetry And what's
more he's goin' to say some Of it for US at the
party I'm giving tonight"
1t was while he was saying them-at the
party which Aunt Martha gave that night
that peculiar, stealthy exodus took place. Ono
by one the young couples whom Aunt Martha
had gathered there In the actors honor tiptoed
out of the door,
Cedric Johns-Suydam sitting at the piano,
with his back to the room, did not notice OR,
II he did, he did not care. He was an artist,
and in Aunt Martha's rapt attention and beam
ing applause he had found what'he had sought
Vatnly in other audiences. ss0s
On and on-Saying it to music-he played.
And on and on, with an OCCASIONAL. Ny my.
amt that wonderful" Aunt Martha listened
through the length and the breadth Of his
repertoire. And II his creative fancies were lin
tied in number his views on life and love were
certainly not for he had turned from the piano
and was Sttll regaling Aunt Martha with them
when the door bell gave n sudden clang.
Excusing herself Aunt Martha went to tire
porch, where . messenger boy handed her .
miSsive:
Aunt Martha, darling: know you
dote on him. But forgive me II say the
poetry was too much. Rotten to walk out
on you, but the whole bunch Of US are
motoring to Marshall, where Ken and I
are going TO be married"
With o chuckle Aunt Martha tucked the
note into the bosom Of her gown. Then. re-
turning to the actor, she said: 49,.
eyes, Mr.. Sittem. agree with YOU. This
younger generation certainly Is . problem. II
your heart Is dead set against them dOin' GER
tain thing, you'd better not let em know it or
they'll lay their ears back like mule.
THE guidln' hand In the Silken glove Is what
they take. IT'S jes' like wrote my sister.
Susan this morning: The only way to manage
the flap that's in the fapper Is never to let her
guess you've got ruddee on her wings"