Evening Star Newspaper, March 21, 1926, Page 107

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THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, WIND ano RAIN By W. E. HILL. P i LA Oh, to be back home and in bed! Poor Lillian White. Aren’t you sorry for her on this rainy. windy morning, on her way to work, when any one can sce that she is simply worn out from entertaining the Zion Euchre Club last night! She might just as well, advises her friend, Viola (Viola works in the same apartment house), take the next car back home and get some sleep. “Let 'em.” sayvs Viola, “get their own breakfast—you should think of your health first!” This man has i_)ccn joined in holy wedlock to the wee wife for many a year. You can tell by the way he holds the umbrella in a ramstorm, “Hey, wat's a matter wid youse, anyhow ; wha'd youse think this is, a hearse?” This, then, is the final word in an argument be- tween the handsome boy at the wheel and the lovely fare on the subjects of slowing down, skid- ding and wet pavements. The 4:30 traffic iam under the hurricanc awning outside any theater on a -tormy matinee day. FEach and every matince girl is hailing the next taxi in sight BY The borrowed umbrella and the wind and the rain! “Now, this is an old umbrella,” they said, “and you won't have to worry about returning it.” Just a beautiful girl in a fur coat and flesh-colored stockings on a stormy day. The stockings will be a decp mulatto polka dot after one more mud puddle! From top to bottom, we have with us this stormy day, first, the lady who is tousled and mousled by the wind and rain till you'd = > ? ; . 3 = 5 think: she’s been in a free-for-all; next, the Loreni. the fair co-ed. out braving S ¢ e d i Any one who has tried to nab a taxi on a stormy day knows chilled young man with the dripping derby, the angry elements in _ber room- only too well that wind and rain make taxi drivers too to say nothing of a red-tipped nose, and mate’s slicker. All slickered up, proud and haughty for words. Unless they take a liking last, the sweet young thing, on whom the Loreni is_traveling the distance to your face they drive right on past! And nothing can March blasts make no impression. Nothing between Sheepface Hall (chemis- be done about it. short of a tidal wave can injure that school- try 2) and Mary E. Dolan Me- girl drug-store complexion. morial Dormitory. with only a minimum wetting. A .

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