Evening Star Newspaper, February 23, 1930, Page 91

P. C, FEBRUARY 23, 1930. ey should print ‘Indian Wind’ all around the Ivages of the silk, and pack it in a special ind of tinted silk paper. “And ‘Indian Wind’ becomes such a craze at the women would have nothing but ‘Indian “‘Levine, you were right. te “And I gave the man right. You got to be aight. When the man is right he is right en when it hurts your business. Such a boy I A ND so Izzy begins to come a little more often to the house. Business grows. very busy picking the new samples, and when Kantrowits comes in I can see from his face that he is not so very happy. “ ‘What is it?’ I ask him. “‘It's my Iszy, he answers. ‘He aln't come to the office in three days.’, “‘For why?' I asks him. “ ‘I telephone and telephone, and he answers that he is very busy at home and that I should leave him alone; that he is too busy to come to the office. Levine, Kantrowitz tells me, ‘he is your som also a little, now. What can you do?’ “Y came home and I didn’t tell my wife nothing; for what’s the use of worrying her! “But when a man has got an only daughter ané nothing else in the world except his busi- ness and he is no more young, I can assure you whatever I ate that night was poison. What does Izzy mean by nét coming to the office for three days and answering his own father that he has no time? No time for business! How is that possible? . “So 1 ask my wife whether she has seen Margaret, and she said that she had telephoned her up and asked her to come, and Margaret said shé was busy; not to disturb her. So I remembered my Margaret was never satisfied that Izzy should not be a poet any more, and my blood got cold. You never can tell with women. “So after dinner I couldn’t hold out no more, I think and think what could it be, and wonder why they should have chosen to live in such a place. There are nicer houses in Washington Heights and still nicer ones in the Bronx. Why should they live in Washington Square? Even if he was in business, still he was a little By Konrad Bercovic “SO!unmthnt.heflekneuh:mln come upon them, and I wonder that this can be a daughter of mine and a son of Kantro- witz that I have known so well for so many years. I saw ruin before me! If a hole should have opened before me I should have jumped in. They paid no -attention to-me at all, as if I didn’t exist. ‘Izxy takes out another book and reads. Margaret takes out another book and reads back. And they fight and quarrel about things I don’t understand at all. And he smokes a pipe and she smokes a cigarette. And I feel I am going to die. My heart sinks. Then I can hold out no longer, so I get up and ory “"What is the matter with youw children? Again? You forget you are a married What’s to become . | .country. “So why didn’t you tell me that you are & writer? That's nothing to be ashamed of.” (Copyright, 19%0.) . First Hero of Negro Folk Lore. Continued from Tenth Page woke his father from his afternoon nap. He I told him my business. said, “is that what you came way for? Well, they told you the wrong Smith, I never worked at Big Bend Tunnel in my life and I don't know a thing about it.” _I?ll.'l’llkpdvingup.vohnflenwflxmmd " .the rest of it. - He lands ¥ story there, but after getting back to Talcoft 1 man who was supposed to know all about John Henry. 4 .Darkness fell quickly as the sun sank behind the mountain, and I saw that I would be un- sat on the porch smoking. I went over the little foot bridge to the house. This man, known as Neal Miller, told me in plain words how he had come to the tunnel with his father at 17, how he carried water and drills for the steel drivers, how he saw John Henry every day, and, finally, all about the contest between John Henry and the steam drill. “When the agent-for the steam drill com- pany brought the drill here,” said Mr. Miller, “John Henry wanted to drive against it. He took a lot of pride in his work and he hated to see a machine take the work of men like him. “Well, they decided to hold a test to get an idea of how practical the steam drill was. The test went on all day and part of the next day. “John Henry won. He wouldn't rest enough, Buzzard’s Roost for Swells. Continued from Fourth Page dispensed in an -evening. “Go and get yourself a room,” sa Judge. The court room crowd exchanges meaning- ful glances. Where else under the sun could one find a judge giving money to a prisoner? But this is no ordinary court. This is the Broadway night court, where every rule and regulation of ordinary procedure is changed. THI: night wears on. The crowd thins out. The ladies in ermine have gone with the gentlemen in top hats to have a couple of dances in a supper club before the 3 o'clock 72553; s’-sgéggié Through the. haze of bad rum, sobers suddenly. He hasn't He gives what he has and ga e And beaten in the bargafir. (Copyright, 1930.) Protect Gullible People, “And as if that were not bad encugh, there' .48 % ) y 4 cod liver - —