Evening star., 1936-08-06
Legendary Origin of Macaron Reads Like dFashoned Modram
Dorothy Dix Says
Human Sponges Need Harsh and Force
full Treatment to Cure Them.
EAR MISS DIX-Is there any
I way out when a car full of
\ friends and strangers drives
I'm IN vollr door and vOv know

~ EAR MISS DIX-Is there any
way out when a car full of
friends and strangers drives
up to your door and you know
everybody expects to be fed? I live
alone and do my own work. After the
stores close up and on Sunday I can
not buy for five unexpected guests.
My pleasant home in a delightful
mountain town is the result OF life
long saving. am glad to have friend
share 1t for short visit, but If she is a
friend should she not have mercy on a
75-year-old woman and wait until she
is invited? UNWILLING HOSTESS.
I have written on this subject many
times before, but I am glad to keep up
the good work Of trying to squeeze a
little sense Of decency and compassion
into the human sponges that make a
practice of tapping up other peoples
provender. However, nothing that any
one will say will do any good. Nothing
short Of good dose Of roach poison
will rid the house Of these pests.
The self-invited guest is an affiiction
that has always been with us. In spite
Of the fact that the United States mail
and the telegraph companies and the
telephones are still functioning, and
that II any of us desires the society of
any of our friends, acquaintances and
relatives there is no difficulty in i'm
parting the glad news to him or her,
there are still those who ignore the
obvious hint that we have not asked
them and who descend upon us unan-
nounced and unexpected, bag and bag
gage.
know. That it may be terribly in
convenient to us to have them, they
do not care. That they may have ar
rived in moment Of domestic stress.
when the cook had left and the baby
was sick and the carpenters we're in
the house making repairs, is nothing
to them. All they want is to beat
hotel bill and I. for one. think that if
We were not white -livered. pusillani-
nous towards We would shunt them
out of the front door instead of smiling
a sickly smile OF hypocritical near
welcome.
The self-invited guest was bad
enough, Heaven knows, when he was a
lone wolf, but now the automobile has
enabled him to gather unto himself
seven other devils bent on enjoying
themselves at others expense. They
range the country seeking whom they
may devour, and none is safe from
them. And no man may tell when his
hour has come.
IN THE midst Of hot Summer after
noon you are sitting under your
spreading tree on your quiet gallery.
The servants have departed. The fire
is out in the stove. You have pro-
vided only sufficient food for your own
family. The cigarettes are low and
the makings in the iceboX lower. Sud-
denly there is great blowing of horns,
and John Jones or Mary Smith. whom
you scarcely know, arrive with q big
party Of friends whom you never saw
before and hope to never see again.
They loudly demand drinks and food
and complain that they are starving.
They muss up your bath room. They
smoke your cigarettes. They force you
TO 90 out and prepare sandwiches for
them. When they depart you are
worn to a frazzle. the larder Is empty.
and you have turned over About $40 to
the hold-up gang.
Nowadays. when there are roadside
eating places every mile or two along
every road, there Is no excuse except
Just plain stinginess for anybody to
arrive hungry at a strangers house or
a friends.
The only way to deal with the dead
beat guest is to use his own tactics and
show just as much nerve in turning