Evening Star Newspaper, September 18, 1921, Page 74

. THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C.—ROTQGRAVURE SECTION—SEPTEMBER 18, 1921. - —_— 4 “Such a jolly crowd of young People" every one will say. The springs in Harry's car are not what they once were and the road has seen better days. Every one is on the loskout for a good picnic ground—not too wild, but just wild enough. There is a great deal of close harmony and if you've ever heard “Old Black Joe” sung by an impromptu quar- tet going over a bumpy road — vou know what that means. Mabel, the thoughtful girl, does so wish that eorge would change places with her. Really. she'd just love to sit on the step. She often sits there from choice, really she does' “Dinner is now being served in the dining car!” sings out the life of the party, who is Among Us Mortals The Picnic Copyright, 1921, S Barbed wire fences mean nothing to city people out hunting a picnic ground. Some #o through and some go over, but all end up by getting stuck on the way. We wouldn’t give a cent for the bag of eggs which the young lady on the extreme left is clutching; that is, by the time she gets off the barbed wire. The agile young man on the right is attired in the regulation pic- nic outfit of the city person who sets out to look roughneck. When it comes time to pack up no one takes the least inter- est in salvaging the cups and spoons ex- being too comic for A picnie at which newly married couples predominate is no e‘hce for. just friends. ;?:l‘ th:h:nh:’r;:xet; words. In a moment of Archie feels that somehow he is not doin i i i i i i : : r 1 g the right thing Miss Mince. Miss two he will be yelling Mince has just told Archie how nice it is to meet a man who doesn’t expect you to :};:::a :;‘dwh'.h: heli g l‘n‘ler:fll ;{1‘: &r:n‘ : g{.;—:c:":gn:mute—auch a relief now and then. Archie doesn’t quite like Miss pother will say. Pollyanna complex. Farmer’s wife, look- mg askance — and that is a terrible way to be looked upon—at a party of city people picnick- ing without so much as a by-your-leave, in the cow pasture. The *‘Scratch-or-itch” Boat Club on their annual outing to Lily Lake Grove—‘picnic parties welcome”—pose for a friendly camera. Please note the prohibition duo on the rigcht end of the group. It will he worth all the trouble that Gibert took hunting a ginger ale bottle and all that. Of s € course the camera will click just a second before every one picnic. Harold has '_’“‘“ sent on a foraging is ready and the girl with her mouth onen—sitting next the - ‘l""”‘{“,“’“flf"; firewood and d"":’"""' . Poor Just doesn’t seem to be a handsome man in the front row--will' shrick: “Heavens! _%}"’ d! He h""" l“"""‘;' and is hoping it thing T can d’o to help. I Fe Did you take it? My dear. my mouth was wide open!” . will rain, so they can ¢o home. think the beatfl can do is to 3 keep out of everybody's 5 wny?" And she does—till P it's time to eat. & e wet blanket. Harold is the guest of or. It is out of compliment to Harold’s that the girls decided to up and have a The drone. Lilly is one of those girls. who say: ““There