Evening Star Newspaper, October 16, 1921, Page 82

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C.—ROTOGRAVURE SECTION—OCTOBER 16, 1921 Mortals Just a Song at Twilight By W. E. Hill Copyright, 1421, N ¥ Tribune In: s, L [~ Miss Beebe, who has the ground foor apartment, is doing her vocal exer- cises with the windows open, while Freddy and Morton, without, give effective imitations of Miss Beebe's voca! range. “Donna e Mobile,” - ,, You’d look sore, too, if, like Percival, the barytone, your lady accompanist rendered by the ar- e 3 o § (who doesn’t read at sight) ren amuck during the drinking song with the tiste who comes on 4 < Y ] 3 5 jolli. laughing chorus, all about “Oh, ho, ho, and ah, hah, hah, till the between the travel dzi p ¢ N , welkin rings with glee-hee-hee!” And she’s stubborn about it, too—keeps pictures and the two- saying “I can't help it; I'm playing it just the way it’s written!” reel comedy As an sncore she will sing about wanting to rest her weary head on some one's shoulder, and not waniing to grow older all by herself. The wild, free song of the backyard cat has roused Mr. Tom- kin from slumber. The cat was such a little dear in kitten- hood that Mr. Tom- kin’s little girl named it Lady Twinkle. Twinkle is not half the little dear she used to be. The good old get-to- gether reunion song, all about the frater- nal spirit of Sigma Omicron Theta and Alma Mater watching o’er her boys from above, etc. Brother Magee and Brother Turkeltraub are put- ting no end of har- monic feeling into it. Shiriey does have the grandest ideas! She has written a splen- did class song right in study hour. She and her best friend are going out to serenade Miss Ball, the algebra teacher, and Flor- ence. the basketball captein. Maybe yon’d like to glance at Shir- ley’s lay: ‘‘Here’s to our class, here's to dear Miss Ball. Here's to Florence, captain of us all.” The Sunday night hymns, showing a jolly little family group in the suburbs going through the Congrega- tional hymnal. “Oh, Perfect Woe” is the popular favorite with everybody except Bes- sie, the black and white fox terrier, who is re- tiring under the easy chair to whimper. Close-up of a lady trying to remember a song. “‘Oh, dear, 1 know that song just as well as I know my owr name—we usad to sing it when I was in school. ‘I’'m called little Carmen, dear little Carmen, tho’ I can never tell why'— that’s something the way it went!” Edna has been promised “just one good-night song on the victrola” provided she will go up- stairs at the finish without any more hesita- tion than usual. “Finnegan and the Widow in the Surf, comic recitation with bell accom- paniment,” is Edna’s choice. W eyl NS R L (E