The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1934-09-13


- ~ trout Bile at sea.
Somewhere the
first faint cry OF life. Life, death, life,
death. Like a tick-tock-tack. One morn.
ing at a. m. stood in front OF the
Phillips House In Dayton. o.. broke,
iobless. hungry.
To 60 home or stick II out was the
question. Pride wins most our battles
and l stuck II out. Later used to go
% that corner and bestow an affection
ate self approval A good old boy. huz.
Eah! It's stimulating to cheer ones self
on now and then. That Is faith, the
mountaineering faith.
The red-haired girl in the rathskel.
lar helped in those days. No matter
what / ate she punched out 15-cent
check. The punch was heart-shaped.
used to think about her. Once / said:
Il have passes to Olga Nethersole to-
morrow night" She pointed to wheel
chair near her cage and smiled wist.
fully. did not know.
There was the bartender with the
lion-tamer's roach at Kramer and
Bells in Kansas City. With his dia.
mond screw-pin stud, highly CLOSED
white shirts and serpent-head ring with
greensboro eyes, he seemed abreast Of
life and stepping high. People. called
him Nick. He came from Australia and
a., n hoo ,.d cor -
every good. siri" with mounting In.
Election. He would say to me: "What'll
it be Guv.ner?" Nobody has ever made
me feel as important as Nick. ] was 10.
Dolly De Shay sang in an Over-the-
Rhine concert hall in Cincinnati. She
was brazenly mae-westish. A glad girl.
Hair chemically yellow. buxom. and a
bright gold tooth. She blew kisses to
roysterers at soggy tables ringed with
many glasses. One Sunday / saw her
driving in Stanhope in Eden Park
with pasty-faced and weakened runt
He wore a white silk skirt with big
breast-pocket monogram in purple.
They said he was her man. They ex.
uded a sinisted gloss never forgot
/ was 81. lax :5..-. .s.....e- .-sEs
In East Liverpool, o. there was
handsome young Irish copper, Hughie
McDermott - he's the commissioner
now / believe-kind to me when was
on the s15-a-week police beat there for
a morning paper. One wintry night
some toughs were busting up around
the pottery kilns. went with Hughie.
He waded into nest OF them and
moved them down. stood on lumber
pile and watched. Back at headquarters
he said Mcintyre and / cleaned them
up" The story got around was handy
with my dukes. Rival reporters thawed
a bit. / took to talking little out Of
the side of my mouth. ] was %.
Life's most thrilling moment i think
was coming out of the Pennsylvania
station in the MONDAY sunshine for the
uTSL VI lNSm 1Olhs 4uU CASitS'
ment Of that ride over Thirty-Fourth
street and up the avenue of avenues
atop swaying green bus. They were
lunching at the flower boxed windows
of the great Waldorf. Near the library
/ saw Caruso in an ensemble OF green
In front of Delmonico's cavalier was
helping Nora Bayes-no less-into q
hanson. On the portico Of the old Savoy
l saw silver champagne buckets flash.
ing at the table side. Here was the top
of the world. was "a.
Name In gilt on a magazine editorial
door. Literary figures / never expected
to see, drifting to other ofices-Boh
Davis, Rex Beach, - 5,-5,a7
Harris nj err on METER 4
Lyon. Rheta Childe MtLNTSpEg
Dorr, Fannie Hurst, ~ q
James Montgomery 0S
Flagg, James OPP W H00H ISL
n q N e 4 m ISaacl NN, Nj