Evening Star Newspaper, September 6, 1925, Page 63

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. (.—GRAVURE THE SO-CALLED SUMMER SPORTS By W. E. HILL Copyright. 1925, by the Chicago Tribune "\ The simple outdoor life would for most people come under the head of Summer sport, but not for Josephine, the jazz girl Joscphine is not exactly back to nature, but is vis- iting three maiden aunts in the country, which is just about as jazzy. One of those “quaint”™ localities Oh, it's quaint, all right.” Josephine would no doubt mmform the world at large All the young people have ated to the towns. The man under 30 for miles around is a mental defec- tive. Josephine is swing- ing ly in the porch hammock ng lady golier is trying out ¥ she learned from the pro- fessional. It doesn't go so good now that she's on her own. That's not her ball she's using. but no onc else knows, so why not The tennis enthusiast is, she admits, periectly crazy about ten- nis. Many who have played a set with her think so, too. “Did 1 you cver!” she screams and gurgles playfully. tripping over her willing recipients, as it were, of a visit racke I can't imagine twhat is the matter with my racket “Cows!" The girl campers are the un- from Lena, the neighborhood cow. Oh " and my service for a man to handle the situation. Meet Rodney, the fourth man at bridge. He has played twice be- fore, but only with his immediate family. Oh, what the bridge part- ners wouldn't like to do to Rod- ney. over the week end The porch talkers are busy at their favorite sport—the operation details. Jones to Mrs. Smythe-Smythe, “in my sister’'s case there were complic: “Of course,” says Mrs. Jones- ions in the form of perfectly terrible adhesions! The doctor said never had he come across such frightful adhesions!” SECTION—SEPTEMBER 6, 1925, The cautious motorist. Bedfo: model. There's nothing too g« ty-five an hour is all he gets use a car well it will v The not so good sailor Harry is anything but a nautical soul, and his day in the friend’s power boat is a long one. He has tried so hard to sound seafaring. “Now, take this boat,” he is saying, “this is a yawl, isn't it? Or it is a cutter—I mean a brig?” For the hiker, no Summer sport can compare with the pastime of calling witty and cutting things after hard- hearted motorists. “So's your old man,” hurled at a motorist who says his car is full is a pretty trick re- tort, we'll say. One of the joys of a private swimming pool is dressing at the house, and dripping all over the rugs and the floors on the way back rd is d in the way of sm¢ om it very car “Because [ = 7l \ —" 0 Wi