The Washington times., 1933-01-25

able to come to work. She told
him exactly what had hap
pened-and he told me shortly
after that the company would
be happy to settle for $500.
Case Is Dropped
A month went by and Rosa
said no more about ner case.
/ mentioned it to my lawyer
one day and he stated that
Rosa hadn't communicated with
him since. When I reached
home that night, I asked her
what the reason was. She
seemed slightly embarrassed
"Ach, Mr.. Hellinger," she
said, IT forgot to tell you. A
young man from the subway
company came around and
gave $25 to sign a little paper
and forget about the accident.
So I signed it,"
why, Rosa" I cried. "You
were hurt in that accident. The
company would gladly have
given YOU $500. Why did you
settle for $25?"
We'll" she returned, che
was such a nice, young man
and he said the company was
so sorry about it all. / didn't
have the heart to refuse him.
What wait for from Rosa,
however, are the quaint expires
sions that she sometimes en-
ployS. Most of them, I suppose,
are German semi-proverbs that
she learned as a child and has
never forgotten. She translates
them freely to suit her purposes
and they pop out every now
and then. When they do, they
fit the situation so perfectly
that / fall right over.
I came back from a trip of
some sort, for example, couple
Of years ago. I've forgotten
where it was at Sthe moment,
but I do remember that it was
a place where the living condi-
tionS were pretty awful. Rosa
looked at me as I put down
my bags and told me that I
looked thinner.
EYES," I said, "I don't doubt
it, Rosa. And it's because
didn't eat anything all the time
I was away"
She asked me why hadn't
eaten.
No Place Like Home
WELL" I asserted, II just
couldn't. Everything seemed so
doggone dirty. The food didn't
look right. I had a hunch
they were putting all kinds Of
mixtures in that food"
She tapped my arm.
"You should have eaten any.
how" was her reply, land you
must never feel that way again.
After all, who knows what
makes the pig fat?"
= Then there's the. classic Of
them all. I bounced into the
house one night and Rugged
Rosa delightedly. I've forgot
ten right now what the occa-
sion was, but I think I had
sold a story or a movie or
something along those lines.
At any rate, I know that it
was an occasion for plenty Of
rejoicing.
Tonight, Rosa" 1 cried,
"we're going to celebrate. Just
you and I. We're going to do
the town. Wen go to the
Guinan Club. And then we'll
go to another club. And then
another. Well drink wine,
Rosa. Just you and l."
She looked at me quizzically.
She knew very well that, before
an hour went by, I'd forget
all about the invitation.
"All right" she said, TIL
go. But sit down first and
have your dinner. Then we
talk about it,"
I sat down, but I kept up
a running chatter of the night
that was to come. 1t wasn't
long before 1t was obvious that
she would really have enjoyed
going. put down my fork
and knife suddenly.
But, Rosa" I stated, "there'S
one thing you mustn't forget.
You won't get home until 2
o'clock in the morning. Don't
you think you'll miss your
husband?"
She sighed.
Listen, Mr.. Hellinger," was
her retort, every night we don't
vare for potato salad!"
Yes, I miss Rosa. Wonder
if she misses me? tr
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