Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-04-06

sauntered daily through the streets, asking of
four people, chosen more or less at random,
some question of current interest. Their re-
plies, together with small photograph of each
individual were then printed in the column.
Mr. BeattyS interest never waned in this fea-
ture of his favorite newspaper. Indeed there
was so much on every page to engage his at
tention that his luncheon hour passed in .
flash of time. At 20 minutes past l he would
leave the park and before the hour-half had
struck was again at his desk and at work.
ONE sultry Midsummer day, while he was
enjoying his usual noontine recreation in
the park, young man wearing horn-rmmed
spectacles and with a camera Slung over his
shoulder sat down on the bench beside him.
Mr. Beatty was not aware of this at the mo-
ment, for he was in the midst of DR.. Crake's
editorial for the day, Clothes as an Index Of
Personality" In three short paragraphs DR..
Crake had evolved his philosophy on this sub
ject "Show me man who is Slovenly in his
dress and will show you one that is slovenly
in his morals. A clean collar is the index OF
clean mind. 1t matters not how modest your
income or how humble your station in life, you
cannot afford to be Indifferent to the APPEAR
ance you present to your fellow men. NeatneSs
the Bank of Success and it will bring in divi-
dends when you least expect them" So said
DR.. Crake in his first paragraph. Mr.. Beatty
heartily approved of these opinions and he
thought, not without touch of pride, that DR..
Crake would have approved Of him.
Upon turning the page of his paper he noticed
his companion on the bench. The young man
nodded cordially.
"a scorcher, isn't it?" he said.
to- clio etc loI
often that a stranger spoke to him.
Eyes, it is warm" he replied, little apollo
getically, as though he were somehow to blame
for the heat.
Hottest day this Summer" said the young
man. What do you suppose the thermometer
at the Morning Blade Building registered at
noon?"
oh I couldn't say. I fancy it was pretty
high"
lone hundred and two in the shade, and it's
hotter than that inside. Press room like q
furnace, city room worse Glad didn't have
to stay there
Are you-do you mean that you are en-
ployed on the Morning Blade?"
Eyes. I run what we call the Inqurer's
column You may have read it sometmes?"
"Oh yesI Well! Isn't that remarkable?
Why, always"
well, that's my job on the Blade, or one
of them. I'm supposed to be working at it
now. You know, that is really why sat down
on this bench The question for tomorrow IS
DO you favor restricted immigration? When
I saw you sitting here thought, There's
man, if I'm not mistaken, who has views on
this subject Would you mind letting me have
them, mister? But you haven't told me your
name, I think
Beatty. Herbert Beatty"
"Are you In business in the city?"
Eyes. I'm a bookkeeper with William c. Dow
& Co."
That's fine! Well be glad to have man
of your profession represented in the 'Inqurer's
column You don't object, do you, Mr.. Beatty?
thin: our immigration policy should be. The
Blade wishes to offer its readers the opinions
of intelligent men on both sides of the ques-
ton"
Never, not even in his most sanguine mo-
ments, had it occurred to Mr.. Beatty that he
might one day be called upon to express pub
the opportunity had come, he was dazed
stupefied. The sound Of the young mans voice
came to him with strange, far-of effect. He
understood in dreamlike way that this re-
porter was preparing to direct the attention
of city Of 100000 inhabitants to his, Herbert
Beatty's, views upon matter of great public
concern. He watched, fascinated, while the
young man drew a notebook from his pocket
slipped off the rubber band opened it on his
knee. What could he say? What were his
views? DIR. Crake had dealt with this subject
in one Of his editorials only few weeks before
If only he could remember what he had said
p<1hAps 1t would help him To-