Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-09-27


scarves for the high man, and q
dozen pairs Of silk stockings for the high
woman. A mere rifning $50 invoice for Andy
Whelan to pay!
But the party was a glorious success. Great
old time Louise You surely are q queen all
right The gang trooped out onto the porch.
Remember everybody" called Madge Mil
burn, "our house Wednesday. Bring your pep
along"
Joe Milburn was in the worst crouch Of his
whole lifetime when they reached home. He
drove the car clear into the garage before he
let Madge out. Then he banged shut the doors
and stalked into the house, leaving Madge to
follow along behind him she pleased.
He Sedd nothing, however, until they were
undressing. Then: Say, Madge, we've got to
call on that party next Wednesday. It'll cost
$500. I simply can't afford it."
why not make a larger salary, Joe?" asked
Madge, with sweet sarcasm. you can't expect
to keep up home, you know, on nothing"
You would say that" growled joe as he
tossed shoe viciously into the closet why,
gosh darn it, Madgei It takes time to work up
big income. And with business On the bum
it is nov, there isn't chance the chief will
give me a raise for months and months. Be
Sides I'm making as much as any Of these other
saps out here"
We'll, then we'd better move into another
neighborhood where the saps rate enough in
come to pay our expenses. don't want to quit
hving-just yet"
i've got to pay the bank 1914 tomorrow
morning to keep from losing this house." snap
ped Joe. He clicked out the light, banged up
the windows and slumped down on the edge of
the bed to take OF his slippers "T don't see
why you can't be reasonable, Madge. Times
really are bad"
H\ /ELL, don't get started on prohibition,
too" replied Madge Good night, you
generous, big-hearted old miser"
Breakfast was sour meeting. ice was still
grouchy and sullen. Madge was wondering
whether Aali Hamid, the Indian mind reader
whom her friends had spoken of the night be-
fore, would do for her party. She had just
about decided that he would.
If you get time today, dear" she said, won't
you drop in and talk to him, Aali Hamid, I
mean. Find out what he'll charge to come. I
just believe I'll have him"
At his office, Joe reached for his telephone
He had to have 1914. He telephoned his plea
to practically everybody In the world except
Russia, and didn't get a dime.
Don't make me laugh" Shorty Heminway
told him. eff had $500 I'd play the market
with It, Maybe then could get back some Of
the dough lost last year."
Tom Bragg had no cash, but he offered some
advice.
60 over and kid the guy at the bank joe"
he said You can always stall Off a bill for
another day. Why, owed my bank $4,000
few weeks ago"
There isn't that mucn money In the world"
came from Art Roberts. why, the country
is in devil of q fix. In New York last week
] bread line IA blocks long and"
Joe called men who were practically strangers
to him. They offered the same amount of help,
which was none. After Joe had collected some
thing like eight or ten curt Nos" he decided
to call it an effort and let the old boat sink
He slumped down in his chair and glared at
nothing.
OF course, Joe didn't get anything accom-
plished in the line Of work for his firm man
who is expecting q great catastrophe to arrive