Evening Star Newspaper, January 9, 1921, Page 71

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THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C.—ROTOGRAVURE SECTION —JANUARY 9, 1921 # The Post- Mortem By W. E. HILL Copyright. 1921, N Tribune Inc. Mrs. Efie Mutter and Mrs. Florence Roebuck, devoted sisters, have lunched not wisely but too well, and are holding a post-mortem over the menu, between the acts at the matinee. Mrs. Mutter has about decided that the grilled mushrooms are to blame for the “distress” that will take one’s mind off the play. “No, Effie,” argues Mrs. Roebuck, “I think it’s more likely that the café parfait was bad for us.” The bridge postmortem, wherein Mrs. So and So explains at length just what would or :::'l‘:n::"ehlve happened if Mrs. This-and-That had played the right card instead of the One of the most terrible o1 post-mortems is the one which u-uully begins “Gee, us fellas certainly was soused last night.” All about how many drinks the gang had at Eddie’s place and how finally they all went up to Joe’s and how Joe gave them some Scotch, and how then Fred said “Come on up and see me, boys, I got some stuff,” etc. “There was one deal we put over to-day,” etc., etc.— “Hundred thousand cash,” etc.,etc. “Million dollar ac count,” etc., etc. Leroy, the assistant bookkeeper, holding a brief post-mortem over the day’s triumphs at the office, with many “I told him’s’and “Hecame to me and he says ‘What would you done under sim’lar circumstances?’ " thrown in. “Well, I was simply dumfounded, my dear, when he called me up on the phone the next eve ning—simply dumfounded— for of course I hadn’t any idea that he. was still in town, 80 I said: ‘Well—you’re quite a stranger, aren’t you! and he said: ‘What do you mean, Mabel?’ and I said: ‘Oh, you know all right,”” etc., etc. The post-mortem over nothing at all, sodear to the hearts of the females of the species. “My dear, did you ever see such taste in her Harry has come in to sit on Archie’s bed and The lady who just loves to post-mortem on the living room? That terrible golden oak arm tell him all about the little baby girl he’s been subject of operations and illnesses. “Would c)gnlr-——lnd the burnt leather pillow top! And calling upon.“And pep! say, let me tell you,boy, you believe it, the appendix was as big as a did you notice how stout and almost common she has all the pep in the world! And style! grapefruit! Dr. Sowerby showed it to me.” looking she’s getting?” Two dear friends who Listen, Arch, you just wait till you see her!Oh, And she will tell x"“ all about what her tem- have been calling on another dear friend hold a baby!” This is about the deadliest post-mortem perature did that fifth day, and what the nurse post-mortem over that same dear friend. of all. Nothing short of murder will stop it. said, and lots more if you'll let her.

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