The Washington times., 1932-07-25
An Unusual Romance Of
Life Back-Stase

giving Blonde another familiar
pat. You're holding up the
parade"
Greenbaum stopped short
when Blonde, without a word
of warning, slapped him across
the mouth.
II told you not to do that!"
she snapped as Greenbaum
stopped to recover his derby.
Just o Hick
The spectators laughed. Blon-
die turned and walked quickly
toward the "L," head high, eyes
flashing.
II must apologize for her"
Lottie gasped hurriedly. shes
just a little hick."
"Aw, let's get outa here-the
trollop!" sputtered Greenbaum,
brushing his derby with his
coat sleeve.
Lottie got into the roadster
beside Sam. Greenbaum fol-
lowed, and the car roared away.
Rage welled up in Blonde as
she boarded the "L." She was
so angry she didn't notice the
crowded aisle as she elbowed
her way toward the front Of
tho car. A man got UP, and
sh2 automatically slid into the
vacant seat almost before he
had left it, oblivious to the glar-
ing looks of several slower strap
hangers.
What was the matter with
Lottie lately? Making dates
like that! Bums-that's all
buns! Maybe they were crooks!
They looked like it. That fresh
stiff She told him to quit,
didn't she. Who does he think
r is? Amt she and Lottie got
god jobs? Amt they got
homes to go to? And parents?
What's got into Lottie? Blon-
dies mind raced on and on.
The swaying Of the car, its
stopping and starting. the ter
rifle rumble of the elevated,
finally calmed her, and as she
alighted at her station and de-
scended the steps she was al
most normal again. Oh, well,
she thought, Lottie was just
having one Of her high horse
spells; she'd soon snap out of it.
Blonde started on the walk
home. She passed tenement
after tenement. all shapes, all
sizes, all drab, seeming to lean
heavily on each other. No Lot
tie was not the same lately.
Blonde mused. She was the
beSt-looking brunette in Lacy's
wasn't she? What was she
worrying about? Neatly Blonde
lodged baseball, and noticed
the horde Of ragged children
playing IN the street. The yells,
catcalls and whiStling created
a bedlam. But Lottie was all
right; she was straight. Blonde
accepted that as gospel. A dog
overturned one Of the numer.
GUS garbage cans that lined the
curb, and its contents blocked
Blondes path. AS she backed
to walk around the mess, a
number of dogs came rushing
- for the unexpected treat.
barking, snarling, fighting.
Lottie would no doubt settle
down again when this restless
ness Of hers was over.
Crowded Street
Blonde turned the corner of
her street. Like all the others,
II 1t crowded with children
dogs, push carts, chattering
street vendors, wagons, garbage
cans and noise. The tenements
looked like human beehives,
teeming with activity that
stltled its inhabitants with
monotony.
Outside her house Blonde
saw the flashy roadster. They
had brought Lottie home safe
then? Blonde noticed Lottie
leaning against the door, talk.
ing to- the two men who sat in
the car. Yes, Lottie had
changed! How earnestly she
WIS talking now!
Blonde decided to ignore them.
AS she glanced up at her win
dows, she saw the familiar
clothes hanging on the fire es-
cape. Greenbaum quickly slipped
something to Lottie. Lottie
looked at it and showed it in
her bag.
AS Blonde reached the badly
worn steps of the tenement she
heard Lottie'S voice.
Hey! I wanna see you!