Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-07-13

Check" enthused his sweetheart Now
60 on with the story"
Sweetheart" Mr.. Boomershine went on with
the story prevarcation, IT Just can't 60
with you this evening to Zamblatt's Rendezvous
of Mirth and Gayety. I just can't, that's all.
I can't, really"
"All right" iced Miss Dunning Then I'll
let Tommy Dunbar, the boss nephew, take
me. Tommys a hot sketch and hep to all
the latest joy rackets. Besides that, he knows
Jed Blackman personally all the head walters,
his romantic onions, and how to drive a car
with no hands, when it's parked-his ia
vorlte autotmotive position. In conclusion"
reproachfully, can beg you to reconsider
your decision?"
I'm sorry" Ananiased he, but just can't
90. that's all. I can't 60, really. Really, I
can't"
She refused, positively with q dash OF
absolutely, to hang up the receiver until he
made noise like q really truly kiss over the
wire, and then at last handkerchiefing his
perspiration, Marcus B. Boomershine sat down
to pen his first epistle to Miss Beulah Reagin,
the lonely heart of the Ozarks
INTO it, into that long letter that subtracted
three hours from his budget allotted to
Morpheus, the handsome young throwback to
the mid-Victorian era poured out his hearts
desire as to true femininity, his antipathy
against the human and by-products of the
jazz-mad age, and his respect and esteem for
any girl who loved children chickens and
flowers. especially dahlas.
Several years later next week he got his
answer from Lonely Heart. 1t was nice of
him. she prettily linked, to take time to write
to her, desolate little girl way down in the
mountains Of Southern Missouri. She guessed
he loved the action and excitement of city life,
but. strange as 1t might SEEM there also was
md in
Just that very day, for instance, there had
been new litter of the cutest little pigs old
Zeke, the blind horse, had fallen into the
creek and nearly drowned; a chicken snake
had captured one of her fuzzy wuzzy Plymouth
ROCK biddies, and, as a thrilling climax, she
had just set out her first dahliaS of the Spring.
Dahlias! Dahlias symbol of simplicity mod
esty. tranquility! Marcus B. Boomershine
drew long. ecstatic breath. gave the letter
an encore and then sat himself down pleasure
bly, to r. S. ". P.
You aren't like Scotsman's dollar BILL"
remarked Cecilia to Marcus the next evening.
You are changed Have you been psychic
analysed or has your floating rib gone adrift?"
Mr. Boomershine, who had been preoccupied
with visions of lavender and old lace, with side
views of dahliaS and Plymouth Rocks, flushed
and responded he had been thinking about
some important, er, business communications
of his firm.
Firm what?" fappantly asked the typical
product of the jazz-mad age. ct never knew
you to be firm about anything, not even with
pressure around my clavicle, vulgarly termed
the shoulder. Place your digits hither your
elbow yon, your forearm thither--whch makes
my heart sing like either, and If that isn't
perfect Shakespeare I'm q fbber. I'm
11bber." -...
She was always inveigling him into some
absurd amorouSneSs. ,n =.
Whoever carried Route B, Somersville state
OF simplicity. got used to seeing daily letters,
very fat, with q Chicago postmark. Anon, too,
books and bonbons were squeezed into Box Al.