Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-06-29

THE eyes of Mr.. Smith ahghted on the green
and gold location truck which had cost
Midnight twenty thousand dollars and which
marked the ultimate step in modern talkie adj
vancement
IT could drive that truck MiStuh Fizz."
Eddie shook his head.
Use sorry Malignant but we got a driver"
who hep"
winnie Napp" Mr. Fig pointed to a di-
That's him yonder."
THAT Ill hght-brown feller?"
"Uh- huh!''
Hes yo' truck driver?"
He amt nothin' else"
Why, shuh, Mstuis Fizz-Ise twice as big as
him an ten times as strong"
"Yeh. I know. But Winnie is q good driver,
an there amt no reason why US should FIRE
him, is there?"
"No-not lessn you was keen TO git me-"
I'VE is" said Eddie tactfully. But don't
hardly think it would be fair to Winnie. Salts
faction is the most thing he has give u.s. an we
don't crave to do him no dirt"
"An-an' you amt got no other job TO me?"
Mary job. Lse sorry"
''Mistuh Fizz where you stop of bein sorry
tha's just where I begin at. LSe plumb mis-
able"
EDDIE clamDered 10 MS 1eet. You come 70
Bumminham some time an talk with President
Latinaer. Maybe so he can find place To- you.
But Just now there amt nothin' we can do"
panied expression settled MalignantS
face. He ambled away. His large foot carried
. him to the vicinity Of the little truck driver
who was completing another large sandwich.
Winnie Napp was not an imposing person. He
was about feet inches in height, and had
the complexion of very weak iodine. His clothes
were shabby and his manner indifferent,
though he didn't even appreciate his job
Malignant stood looking down at the little
man who stood between him and the only Mid
night job he was competent to MI. It occurred
to Malignant that he wasn't at all fond Of
Winnie. And what made it worse was that the
he Winnie doing nothing the more
convinced he became that this was the sort Of
job he could fill to perfection.
Winnie felt hateful stare upon him. He
looked up into the visage Of Malignant Smith
and blinked. AS a matter Of fact, the shy and
modest Winnie experienced faint misgiving.
See anything?" he demanded with a show Of
courage.
"Just a hunk of tripe"
"Meanin' who?"
"You!" growied Malignant. "An' what is you
gWine do about it?"
Mr.. Napp closed his eyes.
"who?'
you"
do about what?"
"Bein piece Of utpe."
"Gosh!'' murmured Winnie with disarming
candor. 81 reckon q Teller CANT help 1t II he's
q piece Of tripe can hep"
Malignant made q gesture Of annoyance.
CANT you even take an INSULT"
"Nope," said Winnie promptly, "I CANT"
How come not?"
"'Cause long ago I learned that evy time
I'd git my dandruh up ut somebody always
would wind up In Q hospital So now does any
body have q good time calm me out Of my
name, I wishes him plenty Of good breR TO
th'oW after bad"
you amt got no courage"
big bay you sho'iy spoke troof that time"
can you wouldn't fight, would your"
81 aint no hghteR, Ise truck driver"
"Yeh-An' bet b better one than you s."
81 bet So too"
"An' Use a good mechanic" boosted Mahg-
nAnt.
"I could just look at you an see that"
AGAlignants manner altered. "Ain't you got
no need TO good mechanic, Mistuh Napp?
I'd shD' Ike TO work with you."
Winnie shook his head.