The Washington times., 1938-03-24

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to see Tommy fight. NOW GO
Downstairs the young men were
leaving, one by one, for their
work. Across the hall Isabel was
humming softly, unpacking her
bags. Tommy stood at the win
dow looking out upon Anacostia
and its small frame houses, hud.
died in groups as If afraid OF
standing out alone.
There was almost a constant
procession of doors opening, OF
Young girls taking buses to the
business district-stenographers,
they were, and clerks and sales
girls, and young men turning reso-
lutely toward the yard.
This was all a part of Washing
ton, he thought. Not Rodney's
Washington. Rodney's Washing.
ton was to the northwest: a Wash
ington Of dances and teas and
brilliant dinners; OF statesmen
| mingling with the emiSsaries OF
i. foreign countries: Of women IN
sables and Satins with diamonds
glittering on their slender hands.
Tonight almost all Of Washing
| ton would be represented at the
fights; Rodney's Washington in
ringside seats-the minority; Aunt
! Clara's Washington in the gallery
the majority.
Rodney" Isabels voice was ex-
cited. Look at thiS!"
She came into the room, gro
tesquely glamorous in this house
in those ridiculous white velvet
pajamas. She had a newspaper in
her hand, folding it carefully so
that Tommy could see the picture
on the society page. isn't it, "
she said, "a small place. The
world, I mean"
WHAT TOMMY SAW
Tommy took the paper indiffer-
emily. And then, suddenly, there
: was a tightneSS in his chest, a
queer pumping feeling in his stom-
ach.
The picture was of the Baron
and Baroness Won Dreyfus. Mar
celia cleaning with whitenesS-
trailing white dress, white gloves,
and across laer shoulder a long
white ermine cape. Above the
luxurious collar her face was lily
like and cool with detachment,
her hair inky in contrast. Tom
my'S heart frightened. He thought:
You lovely, lovely person. ="
And then, his gaze moved to the
Baron. A tall man he was, in his
early forties. He was wearing an
opera cape, top hat, white gloves,
his lean, dark face sardonic in
shadows. There were medals and
a ribbon across his chest. The cap
ton below the picture said,
Baron and. Baroness Hans Won
DreyfuS, who are in Washington
for a fortnight and who were
among those attending the bril-
liant embassy reception last night. {"
And look!" said Isabel, taking
the paper out of his hands,
Here's your picture on the next
page. Goodness, you look for.
m1dable! I can't believe that's
you with your chin stuck out so
severely and your eyes all
screwed up. Do you look like that
when you fight?"
=, Tommy said, "Yes!" And he
thought, "a picture of a young
man out to make money and hat.
ing the way he's doing i'll"
DAY OF THE FIGHT
"And don't tell me-" Isabel
ratified on, that the picture next
to yours is the man you're going
to fight. He isn't a man-he's an
ape! Look at all that hair on his
chest and arms. Tommy, he's
horrible!"
Tommy said: That's Giant Wa
lowitz. He's a tough egg, all
right"
And because, suddenly, he
wanted to get out Of the house
away from Isabel and that morn
ing paper with its torturing pic
tures-he reached for his hat and
coat and said, quickly. "I've got to
beat it. Tony Bateman's waiting
for me. See you later, Isabel"
'Well, of all things" said 1sa-