Evening Star Newspaper, April 4, 1929, Page 46

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The Sidewalks of Washington BY THORNTON FISHER. “Last week,” writes F. D snce was made in ‘Sidewalks’ to knickers, with an observation to e . A., “refer- | beheld effect that clothes are not indicative of | but to skill in the grand old game of golf. Is it not true, however, that such magnifi- cent players as Bobby Jones and Walter Hagen are representative of the latest | s style in both golf and golf apparel?” Yes, P':‘D,‘ A. "Thesem"two hgonsplcuoul exponents of golf wi play as sensa- H;Dnell a game if they dressed in bath- ing costumes. But the fact is that, like all excellent work- men, Jones and Ill{enl are Llp;ue%s properly A Their working or rather playing tools are perfect exam- ples of the maker's art. Sartorially, Bob- by and Walter are the first and last words in correct- ness, even to the point of smartness. ‘Their caddy bags, too, reflect class. ’l'hek man_in old work jumpers may | be as ifl'olc and as superb a soldier as the one in uniform, but properly ar- rfiedmthnmmnhofhheount:yha will be a better soldier. There was a time within the recollec- tion of this generation when a states- man could be told by his frock coat. A soft black or brown hat completed the “make-up.” In public places today it is hard to tell whether a man is a mem- ber of the National Legislature or is traveling for a wholesale dry goods concern. Leather pushers used to be known more by their clothes than the company they kept. A loud if not eloquent suit of clothes heralded their approach. A salmon-colored shirt, green necktie, sky- blue hose and yellow shoes shouted their profession. For sartorial dessert a four- carat stone glistened on a pudgy finger. They were supposed to say “cull” and “bloke.” Save for the gl;hllc‘a famil- jarity with his photographs, the person- able, retired champion, Tunney, might pass for a broker. * k k¥ One day a scrupulously immaculate golfer visited a strange country club. He was just a fair performer. Request- ing a lad to carry clubs, the caddy- master assigned & rather overgrown- looking chap to tote the stranger’s bag. ‘The youth wore an old pair of sailor’s breeches and a tattered shirt. The golfer was in an amiable frame of mind and before long he and the caddy were clubby. At {he fourth tee the golfer dubbed a shot which traveled a few feet and hauled up in a patch of tall grass. He |, was embarrassed and remarked to the caddy, who silently looked on: “Well, my boy, I suppose you could have done better than that yourself.” He was sur- p&lgd when the caddy replied, “Yes, sir.” On the fifth fairway a brassie shot went wild and hooked into a ribbonlike stream. Once again the ed E:lyer observed, “You could have done tter than that, couldn't you, son?” “Yes, sir,” responded the youth. Astonished at the young fellow's ob- vious confidence, the kindly golfer said, ‘hA]l: right, let me see you play the next ole.” It was a compliment and the caddy ‘was surprised. When they reached the following tee the caddy extracted a driver from the bag and teed up a ball. The golfer gazed on appraisingly. The lad probably had been boasting. A second later and the golfer witnessed an example of grace and rhythm and the poetry of motion. He heard the crack of the club head against the. small white pellet and his astonished eyes Here was & bewlldered the visitor. lucky than skillful. “Play the next h:.l:d." ::t‘d the golfer. obeyed a par. The pleased ‘The th he said, “Son, you fessional.” e the young fellow said, “I am a ional.” that or's breeches and a tattered shirt. * kK X “Broadway,” said a theatrical man who is in the city, “is going to lose The talkies many of its best actors. have a new avenue for the ex- Ploliaton, of - the so-called legitimate one morning re- cently to find him- self in demand. Not long ago he was striving des- perately to get a Jjob on & movi the 1ips of the heroine.” Savory Potatoes. Pare four large potatoes and cut them Peel five small cnions, or enough to equal half the quantity of ‘Try out toes h M‘t’erm onions, pota and enough wal to cover the bottom of the pan. Cover Stir occa- tables are ten- cupful of diced pimentos, teaspoonful of salt, one-fourth and brown. in thin wafers. potatoes. Slice very thin, some cubes of salt pork. slowly. nful of pepper, Turn out like an omelet. My Neighbor Says: in squares, frost them on four sides and decorate the tops with ‘walnuts. To clean a brick fireplace, wash , then dry with' a Disconnect your electric iron as soon as you have finished with it, thus preventing fires and the burning out of the iron. If you dining room table has an olled top, rub it with oil early in the morning and allow the oll to remain on until evening before rubbing it in. If this is done several times, {our table top will have a satin gloss. hole. brand of golf that rather Still he was sure that the caddy had been more profes- sl . Such skill deserved to be arrayed in something more appropriate than sail- Home in Good Taste | BY SARA HILAND, This ' 18 by 24 inches and 24 either one of these be! for a tea table.. For use with a lamp y, this smart little kfast (Copyright, 1929.) SPRINGTIME BY D. C. PEATTIR. A wrinkled, old, black face—a little flower stand on the curb, deep in jon- was nevertheless a benediction—these were Spring for me in the city streets. To every one, of course, the first jon- the first narcissus and ‘“daffies” mean Spring. Not so often, perhaps, do we assoclate the thoughts of human old age and the season when, as the author of the “Song of Solomon” said, the rains are over and gone and the flowers appear on the earth. And yet to me old faces, black or white, are often springlike. An qld person who is sour and sorrowful is no better than November twilights, but one who is cheery and and undefeated is indubitably like the S} 3 For this sweet season THE CRITICAL ilrauy]noul the United States LL over the United States tonight millions of men and women will finish dinner with keen relish for the same brand of coffee. In the morning they will go out cheered by the satisfaction they derived from their break- fast cup of this good coffee. And at noon, wherever theyare, they may refresh themselves again with its sparklingly deep, rich, mellow flavor. For Maxwell House s the first coffee ever to win a national popularity. It is pleasing more people today than any other coffee ever offered for sale. 3 L] Years ago, down in Dixie, a man dreamed of better coffee flavor. Through years of pptient experimenting, testing,combin- ing and re-combining the finest coffees grown, he achieved at last a flavor which delighted even his critical palate. With samples in his saddle- bags he rode through the countryside carrying the news of his accomplishment. One of the first to recognize its value was the famous old Maxwell House in Nashville—renowned t the South for its marvelous food and hospitality, the brilliance of its balls and the illustrious guests it entertained. From this —within the lifetime of its creator—the demand for Maxwell House Coffee has spread from coastto coast of the United States. It has become the fine coffee , | fleck of moonlight shone. . |came to the shrine. She knelt down ize | before it and prayed. There came no quils—a merry bob, a toothless grin that | to [ . and knelt ppeal And the gracefully to living| the larger WORLD FAMOUS STORIES IN A FAR-OFF WORLD. 1 was quiet, but at night shone or the moon the smaller | Not even & Farther in it got darker. ‘Then she . Then she uncovered her breast. there she wounded herself. dripped slowly down on the stone and s voice cried: “What do you seek?” She answered: “There is a man. I hold him nearer than anything. I mlq:lvehlmthebuto(-u less- e voice said: “What blessing is that?” The girl said: “I know not, but that wm:::hmo-tgoodhrhlm!whhmm . ‘The voice said: “Your prayer is an- swered. He shall have it.” Then she stood up. She covered her breast and held the garment tight upon it with her hand and ran out of the forest, and the dead leaves fluttered under her feet. Out in the moonlight the soft air thing moving. She shaded her eyes and looked. It was a boat. It was sliding swiftly over the moonlit water out to sea. One stood upright in the hoat. The face the moonlight did not show, but the figure she knew. It was passing swiftly. It seemed as if no one pro- pelled it. The moonlight’s shimmer did not let her see clearly, and the boat was far from shore, but it seemed al- most as if there were another figure sitting in the stern. oy fen >§§ Allow two minutes for this test. In that time, check each pair of words as being the same or opposite, according to your judgment. Each is followed by spaces marked “same” and “opp.” Put the pyoper mark in each space: a plex—simple. Same ( ), opp. ¢ ). (2) Assiduous—diligent. Same ( ), opp. ( ). WHO REMEMBERS? (3) Priendly—sociable. Same ( ), |bakin; Pl Great—iarge, Same ( ), opp. (x;si Gorge—abyss. Same ( ), opp. (6) Brobignagian—Lilliputian. Same € 25 Bhiutironideous. Same ¢ ), OB Toace—vestige. Same ( ), opp. (9) Secret—unrevealed. Same ( ), :Eiog C))fi:wmm-—umfl. same ( ), (i1) Concise—laconic. Same ( ), [ opp. ( ). ‘Two minutes is the time allotted for the completion of the word test. Answers. (1) opp, (2) same, (3) same, (4) same, (5) same, (8) opp., (7) 0] 8) same, (9) same, (10) same, (11) same, 12) ., (13) same, (14) opp., (15) opp., (16) same. —this alluring, fascinat- ing attractive beauty with its subtile, mystic appeal ecan yours. Possess this bewitching appearance thru Gourauo's ORIENTAL CREAM Made in White - Flesh - Raohel Bend 10c. for Trial Bize Ford. T. Hopking & Son. Now York For late supper - - sandwiches are fine-textured —creamy light AMILY portraits, antique tapestries—the tinkle of rare, old crystal goblets—paper thin sandwiches white and creamy light. For more than a generation Washington women have delighted in Rice’s rich, deliciously different bread. They say it has that indescrib- ably fresh, wheaty taste that you usually find only in the finest home-baked variety. 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