Evening Star Newspaper, February 6, 1921, Page 68

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. (.— ROTOGRAVURE SECTION—-FEBRUARY 6, 1921, AMONG US MORTALS THE COLD DAY By W. E. HILL Copyrighi 1921 N Y. Tribune In U WATCH- R i Yoursue I " o About the coziest place we know of on a cold, frosty winter's morning is a crowded elevator. There is very little room for the cold air to seep in. When you see a girl on a cold day with ankles that show signs of the winter length balbriggans you may be pretty sure she is a, golden voiced music student protecting the golden voice from old . i . 3 man Winter. Lilly is en route to an audition. Some one who knows Axel, superin- a friend of some one who has a bowing acquaintance with Gatti- tendent of the 5 Casazza is going to pass on Lilly’s voice with a view to Lilly's Bonnibelle Vis- 5 4 taking precedence over all the sopranos on the grand opera roster. ta Apartments, Aunt Abby is going along too, just in case any one gets fresh and is the most pop- tries to vamp Lilly. ular man around this cold morn- ing. Every one wants to locate him. As long as the boiler room keeps nice and warm Axel is not worrying about the folks upstairs. He is wearing out last summer’s straw. The mink lined overcoat inherited from some member of the family, which is much téo valuable a garment to be cut off at the bottom. Joe is trying to de- cide hurriedly whether to jump up and shut the win- dow and then silence the alarm, or pull the covers over his ears and do neither. Mary does so love to walk nice, big, enor- mous pockets! PRICES AFTRAN With the thermometer below zero, it was no time to uncover the ‘“twenty Any street ing in zero weather, showing among others the lady with light cold in th d i i 5 i . degrees cooler inside” sign that was such a success in the late spring and y street crossing I'4 ong y a slight col e head and no handkerchief hurrying home Her fur coat looks like Per Commer. Yet that is just what the man who fixed up the lobby display did sian lamb half a block away, and the squirrel muff goes beautifully. Mr. Boylan, the whitewing, is taking no chances with frostbite. Neither is the flapper with the silk s Pt ) ) stockings, nor little Margot, all fixed up in his little red sweater. Next comes the young man who foelsgthe cold but is goin to stick to his B. V. DB: throughaui the when he took the picture of Harold Sterno in “The Criminal Wife” from winter or die. His is the Spartan type. The lady with her back to the public gaze is probably a flapper, although she may gl somebody’s grandmother—there’s no tell. Off the ticket booth. It's an awfully slack afternoon at the “Dixie Rose ing for a certainty at a distance. Movie Emporium.