Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-02-16
[ Have Letters for Marjorie Ho~gf~|

way I'd have tried to push him into the gutter
Wnere men are men," did you say? Out
that way only the good ones live, figure
guess 1t made Q hit with Marjories father
the way ate. Don't ever tell me the Swedes
are close. The old boy was no light eater him
self. They had some kind of meat with Dump
nngS and some sort of tart jelly. There was
more, but that's what remember After din.
ner we had long black cigars. Then we had
that Is, Marjorie's father and Ia couple of
drinks OF some white stuff. The most powerful
drink ever ran across. Was called Sliverwitz
or some such name. It's a Jewish drink,
think, and I'd like to see the man who could
drink pint of it. The next in order was 14O
overproof rum up in the prohibition embarka-
ton ports In Canada. And then galloping .nto
the money comes this Swedish beverage. I
wish knew the name of it.
WE sat around and smoked and by and by
Marjorie played the piano and sang. And
looked at her through cloud of smoke and
thought I'd never been so comfortable or seen
nicer, fr1endler people and I hoped I'd know
them for always.
don't know anything about music, Of
course, but she had q voice something like
Ruth Reyes and she sang Gray Days Are
Your Gray Eyes" and Swing Low, Sweet
Chariot" Then the old man winked at me
and said, Sing something for the young man
to remind him OF the old country" To make 1t
real for you, suppose ought to have him say
bane every so often, or miSpronounce Us.
Sorry.
Wen, Marjorie laughed and sang two songs.
don't know any Swedish but one of them
sounded like wish tt di vinka, hargot, menner,
wish ii di vinka, hargot, men," and the other
one was something about Noah" The old
man told me it was about Noah bringing the
animals into the ark-maybe he was kidding
me. Nice jolly little songs, like songs woman
would sing to kids.
Then he said, go on, Marjorie. Sing it once
for the young man, who comes from your
young man."
And she blSEshed and fddled with the music
and then she sang song by Grieg, either in
Swedish or German don't know which. Itch
lebe dich," was the name of it. 81 love you,"
they said it means.
As I remarked before, don't know anything
about music. but that thing gets me right where
live. It's so sad and yet. you figure the
sadness doesn't matter. It don't make any
difference, the songs says, whether you get the
girl anyhow you love her forever. And
that's all that matters. It's like hearing "Old
Nassau" or that song Penn sings when they
get good trimming. Sort of sad, but trium-
plant, too. Don't know whether the Police
Gazette wants good competent musical critic,
do you?
when she got through I sat there like
dumbbell, not saying anything, but the old man
helped me out. $50. So, you like music too.
Have fresh cigar. So. There is nobody like
Grieg. Schubert me no Schuberts. Bah! OF
us Der Nussbaum," Marge, or maybe Die
ASra'"
But she smilel and shook her head. Pop,
I don't want to sing any more now. want
70 talk to Mr.. Mr..
What is your name, young man? No, I
don't mean your family name. Joe? All right,
Huh, it is fine thing to have sons All got
Is this no-good girl here"
I'm terribly sorry for you" said.
He winked at me again and stood up and
held out his hand. Now go to bed. And
you tell Marjorie all about her young man.
Hope you'll be comfortable here"
Yes, sir; that's what's giving me all this
worry" said.
A FTER he'd gone I told Marjorie as much
about Stuart as thought she'd like to
know. How everybody liked him and how he
was the pinnacle on kidding Smallfoot g. Co.
She wasn't hard to talk to. Or to look at.
She wanted to know all about Stuart How
did I get to know him? He was older than I
was. wasn't he? ! said Eyes" She asked me
how old I was and told her I was 20, which
was practically true and she said looked older
and told her it was probably those wheat
fields. ~.
Then she asked me how old thought she
was and said "a. And she grinned and told
me how old she was and nearly fell over.
And said didn't believe It, And honestly,
nobody would believe 1t.
She said, yes, she was that old; she was
graduated from some State university out that
way in 1908 and could figure it out myself.
Didn't ever see her pin? . she was Pi
Phi Stuart had it and she had his
here it was. Only, of course. I'll seen
his pin on his vest and began to figure he
must buy them by the gross. .,s
She was an awful high-brow Phi Bette and
everything, but nice, too, and simple. Shed
read everything and still at the same time she
was ship-mates. BY and by to tease her, in
case she should get to thinking looked upon
venerable L enid AlZn