Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1946-08-29

the inside help, Henry McLemcre.
the field workers, all the saddle
horses, the pillow horses, the blooded
cattle, the hounds, the cats, and the
love birds?
Then it struck me that it was
something that began with 81" that
caused almost all of my face to
smile at the same time. After get
ting out my first reader and going
through the alphabet several times,
I hit upon it. Labor Day. There
was the reason for my chortles and
chuckles. This Labor Day I knew
l was going to spend in hotel
room in Toledo, Ohio, attending the
first get-together-perhaps CON
gress" Is a better word-the first
congress of the 37th Infantry
Division.
Light Finally Dawns.
Until this morning / hadn't fully
realized with what subconScious
horror I had dreaded the arrival Of
Labor Day. For years and years,
have accepted invitations from
friends who had houses in the
mountains, on the seashore, on lakes,
on islands, on peninsulas, and even
isthmuses, to come up, or down, with
them, and spend that good old long
week end which included Labor Day
Monday.
I've always accepted in the past,
but never again. The light has
finally dawned. When people ask
you for that particular week end,
what they really have in mind is
that they are going to close up their
house for the summer, and there is
going to be plenty to do around the
place. They not only use you as a
drudge, but they use your car, too,
to help bring back the little odds
and ends that they don't want to
leave in the country all winter.
Things usually 60 along pretty
well until about noon on Sunday.
Then the family you have been
sucker enough to go and visit be-
gins to get restless. They start put
ting things away, and talk of well
leave this and we'll take that" begins
to creep into the conversation. About
3 O'Clock you're 1aughingly asked
If you wouldn't like to give a hand
to lifting the canoe up on the raft
ers of the boathouse, or hold the
garage door while some one fixes
the hinges so that it can be closed
for the winter. You end up by not
only giving a hand but giving every
thing you have except your right
eye, which you would. gladly give
TO be away from the place.
Deserves the Name.
Monday is really a day that de-
serves the name Labor Day"
You're up in time to nudge the
birds. and tell them to get going.
You stumble down the path from
the house to the main road, walk
ing like Volga boatman under
your load. You're told that next
year they're planning to build q
sidewalk, but they hate the thought
Of destroying that lovely old rocky,
rooty. winding path.
Finally you take on. Because
there are just the two of you, they
say that the children will ride with
them, but would you mind just
throwing in their little wet bath
ing suits, the two stray kittens that
adopted them, the little odds and
ends from the icebox, and that
kerosene stove they are going to
trade in for new one.
OF course. you don't mind. You've
had that nice long, lost week end,
haven't you?
If the manager Of my hotel In
Toledo decides that he has to move
on Labor Day the way every one
else does, he can count me out as
a helper. I don't know, though.
From force OF habit I'll probably
say that I'll be glad to take the
lobby along in my car If it will
help him out.
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