Evening Star Newspaper, September 16, 1935, Page 28

DAILY SHORT STORY: SOUP STRATEGY By Laurel ‘VHEN Lynn Woollcott reached the Midget Cafeteria on Four- teenth street, she ‘was wet, tired, hun- gry and blue as the carboned sheets she had so recent- ly typed and laid upon Judge Gib- bons’ desk. She was a shape- 1y girl in a dark- blue linen suit. She had moon-gold hair curling under ® Breton sailor and lips the shade of crushed strawber- ries. She stood her dripping umbrella in the rack, reached for a tray and moved slowly in the line toward the steam counter. “Bean soup, please,” the man ahead of her said. | Lynn looked up and nearly dropped her tray. It was the man across the Rall. Every morning, now that it was warm weather and the occupants of her floor left their doors open, Lynn at her keyboard copying brie:s, saw him come to work. This morning he had been late. It was past 9 when he arrived w and disappeared inside the opposite office, the door of which read “Bizgers & Biggers—Realtors.” And now here he was standing ne: o her in a crowded cafeteria, ordering—of all things—bean soup. e "NO BEAN soup Fridays,” the wom- an behind the counter smiled. *gorry.” “Oh, if only I could take him home and fix him some,” Lynn in horror heard her own voice saying. She clapped a hand over her mouth like & guilty child, feeling the bu; g col- or creep upward and wishi could drop thrcugh the cemen Had he—but of course he had The young man turned an amused face to her. “That's oke h me.” he said. Then his expression ed ,+10 decided inte; ‘Say, h =—why sure—only you look di Nt With your hat on. You're old Josh's secretary.” heart sang. 1 we go home?" he asked ion: “Oh. no. I mean I didn't mean—I shouldn't have. You a stranger and everything. What must you think—" “I think it was the most adorably epontaneous, sincere invitation I ever had,” he said. “Don't spoil it, please. Lynn ‘looked at her watch fifteen. She'd do it. She said: “All right. But if you'll excuse me first. I must make a phone call.” Upstairs at the phone desk Lynn dialed feverishly, “Hello. 3 Thank good- ness you haven't gone. Listen, darling, take some money out of the china cat and go buy all the cans of bean soup you can find and some crackers and something for a salad and some cheese, and hurry, Silly. It's terribly important.” * % ok x HER roommate’s voice came over the wire in a flabbergasted cre- scendo. “All the—Baby, are you sure you're all right? Where are you? What happened?” “Nothing. I mean something won- | derful. I'll tell you about it later. I'm bringing a man home.” “Yeah? I gathered the fleet must be in and you'd picked up the Navy Thought you were staying down to- “The fleet must be in.” O'Cannor. night. It's nearly 6:30. I gotta get some clothes on. The big moment's due and anyway there's nothing open—-" “Make him wait. | i\, The delicatessen | has everything. Oh, | please. He's nice, | Silly. Awfully nice.” "The apartment looked cheerful with the new chintz | pillows on the stu- | dio couch, the flow- | “ ers from Sylvia's night before din- | ner dance, the glow | from pottery lamps, ‘ the rain zigzagging | against the panes. | And drawn up be- | fore the lighted | gas grate the but-| terfly table set for | two, with peasant crockery on red and white fringed mats. Mr. Biggers, replete with five por- tions of soup beneath his vest, stacked his empty diches. “Best meal I ever ate,” he grmned. “Gosh, you look | sweet in an apren. If you gals only knew how men go for the old-fash- ioned in women.” £yt [ YNN crushed out her cigarette stub < on her saucer. She said, in a small voice, her blue eyes miserable: “I thought I could get away with it, but I can't. You might as well know. | I deceived you. I can't cook. Not | even an egg. That was canned soup vou had and delicatessen everything else.” “I know it," he said “You—you mean you let me go on “Oh, it wasn't so hard to guess.| That phone call for one thing. I put| two and two together. And I heard you opening cans.” | “Oh,” Lynn said “And even I know,” went on Mr. . “that to make bean soup you ld soak the beans overnight and let 'em cook over a low fire on the back of a cook stove for hours.” | “But I didn't have—" | “You didn't have time. No, of course you didn't. When would a business girl have time to learn to cook? Now, if you were married—" Lynn leaned toward him eagerly. | “If I were married?” she asked | softly, * ¥ k ¥ E WENT on: “If you were mar- ried—to the right man, of course— vou'd have lots of time to learn how | to make bean soup. You could de- vote your life to it.” Lynn's eyes were bright. “I sup- pose I should,” she said. “But—where's K the right man?” Mr. Biggers laughed gently. “That's | vour problem, my dear. Now you take my wife, for instance—" i Lynn's eyes were brighter now, with astonishment. “Your—wife,” she | asked. | “Yes, my wife,” Biggers answered. | “She’s a lovely woman—out of town | right now. Now you take her, for instance—" | “You take her,” said Lynn, tritely, { “she’s yours.” Mr. Biggers opened his mouth to speak; Lynn gave him no chance. “Do people ever,” she asked irrele- vantly, “get ptomaine poisoning from canned bean soup?” “Eh?” said Mr. Biggers. | “Nothing.” said Lynn. TRADE BODY REQUESTS COURT ENFORCE ORDER The Federal Trade Commission has asked the Di: t Court of Appeals to enforce a fair competition order 1t issued four years ago against Avia- tion Institute of U. S. A, Inc., a cor-| respondence school located here, of which Lieut. 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