Evening Star Newspaper, October 9, 1921, Page 68

The lady who was al- ways going to invite some one who hadn’t a car to ride with her That was long ago be- fore she had the ex- pensive car. Now she talks a great deal about not overcrowd- ing on account of the springs. Miss Moss, who operates most successfully “Ye Olde Time Shoppe” in the near suburbs. Trade is not very brisk this afternoon, however. Miss Moss is anxious to see what kind of a car the last visitors left in. They priced everything and didn’t even order tea. THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C.—ROTOGRAVURE SECTION—OCTOBER 79, 1921. AMONG US MORTALS The Saturday Motorists Copyright, 1921, The demonstrator is out for a little spin with a prospective buyer. “Now, this car is the only car that will stand up on all kinds of roads. I'm not say- ing this because I want to sell you a car, understand; its just that I don’t want to see you get stuck with the wrong one,” ete. The Saturday after- noon Ford party out foraging for seed pods, cattails, maple leaves, mullen stalks and any odds and ends of beauty that will help brighten up the apart- ment during the long winter months. Mullen stalks, milk weed pods and dried autumn leaves are considered awfully smart just now when stuck around in pottery vases. A quintet of Saturday motor faces. Reading from left to right (and back if you wish) we have the Rolls Royce chauffeur looking with scathing glance at a passing flivver. Next, a beautiful lady, who has turned around to glare at some one the car nearly ran over. Then comes Fred, the comic ele- ment, \n(ho says to the garage man, “Free air? I guess that's about all that's free here! Har! har!” Fourth in the row is the garage helper, who doesn’t like the looks of your brakes. “Gonna have trouble with them brakes some day.'." (Wants to put on new ones.) Last is Aunt Hattie, who abhors any- thing that smacks of joy riding. Says she, “You can’t tell me you were only going fifteen miles an hour—I know you were going twenty.” Jessie is waiting at the station to meet a week-end guest. Jessie calls her little runabout “Fordie.” You ghould hear Jessie say "Git ap, lil’ Fordie!” when she starts the self-starter; it’s awful- Miss Moss is sure it must be a very cheap car. ly cute. Left—Mrs. Mae Wott, hostess of “The Purple Sloth” | Every one told Mr. Morphus that it wasn’t tea room, specializing in tea and antiques for the cityl the initial cost of the car—it was what motorist, is very grand. -“Very rahr,” she will mur- | came after. And now he understands, this mur when you stop to look at anything. Mrs. Wott being the fifth tea house with antique ac- likes to give you the impression that she doesn’t have “You take the first turn to the left, then the next to the left, on past a ceme- cessories that Mrs. Morphus has visited tery, then turn to the left again,” etc., etc. The party in the car are trying to keep a tea room or sell antigues. She is just doing ) during an afternoon run into the country. to memorize it without success. Half a block away they will have got it all and mabal ) N T —— "l it for a lark, that’s all. But oh, the prices she asks— @ wrong.