The evening world. Newspaper, June 26, 1920, Page 9

SATURDAY, JUNE 26, 1920 Pitey Marvels at the Shimmering Lizards | That Dance When They Hear the Flute In the Third Instalment of “Peeping Pansy Fairy Tales,” Marie, Queen of Roumania, Gives Evgning World Readers a Fantastic Description of Pansy’s Visit to the Strange Old Ladf’s Garden. By Queen Marie of Roumania. ANSY picked hergelf up, none the worse for her fall, Tim licking her face ag she did so, and nearly bringing tier to the ground again by his way of getting mixed up with her legs. Pansy was in d@sort of narrow, dark passage, at the end of which she faint light. The tap, tap of the old woman's stick told the little girl that she was being followed. ki aint was fearfully excited. u _The passage was much longer Pansy Never’ Saw Anything So an she had expected and she began a tl Funny as the Dancing Lizards, 40 run, Tim after her, his nose on the ground. The tapping of old ‘Woman's stick became fajnter. Dame Damimydimmydoo could not ru’ a thy, walled-ig garden, tak with golden mosaic. ‘The golden Mosaic was covered with Nttle black designs, very wonderful designs, quite like Chinese puzzles, and between the Uttle golden paths there were beds of prodigious Howers of wonderful colors. But most surprising of ali, the golden paths weemed alive with hurrying, scurrying lizards, all blue and green and golden; the sun shining on them made them look like strange moving lights. Pansy had never seen anything like ft before. She was for once quite dumb with astonishment. Well, what do you think of my ga mn?” inquired Dame Dammydimmy- doo; who had come up ‘behind her. “It's astonishing,” gasped Pansy, “but why are there so many Ii: “Wait and you shall see,” Dammydimmydoo, The old creature advanced into the sunshine, tapping with her stick on the golden mosaic, so that the lizards fot a out of her way. Like little blue- waves, they ran before her, sfc dking .sparkling like precious stone: \ FRY followed ona dt thelittle goldert till they came to a round seat made of black marble. Pansy kept omiering why such a. simple, rather Bhabby looking ald woman should have ‘such a gorgeots gurden. “She must be a witch,” thought Pansy, “so I had better not make her angry or she-might turn me into a toad or a liz- rd or even Into @ slug. I would hate being a sticky slug that disgusts every- body. The only thing I would not mind being, turned ‘nto would be a peautiful big biue butterfly with shia- ing wings” ‘What are you thinking of?” asked the old woman in a sharp voice, + Pansy felt rather guilty, "ID was thinking about bytterflies,” she said. uit butterflies! 1 know all about flies, If you are good little at after we have finished with the lizards we shall see about the butter- Miles.” * At last Pansy reached the opening, which she discovered to be a diminutive arch, and, peeping through, an exclamation of pleasure escaped oy ‘ij ‘What she saw was Leet a lovely sight. as “You are very kind,” said Pansy, gratefully. “And you ate quite a nice little gtrl.” condescended Dame Dammydimmydoo “Now sit down, but hold your precious quadruped or there will be trouble.” For the moment the lizards had quite disappeared, so Dame Dammy- dimmydoo took a funny Httle flute out of her pocket and began playing Such Eeny tune that Pansy’s feet could a rdiy keep still, and there, under the arch, the old crow began shifting from one foot to the other in a ridiculous way, as though he were trying to dance. Pansy felt inclined to laugh, but she thought it might perhaps hurt the old lady's feelings. : The gay melody was 60 irresistible that from all parts of the garden che lizards came scurrying along in colored massesover the mosaic, What a lot of them there were! “Now watch!" whispered Dammy- dimmydoo, and again she began ‘to play. This tune was even more irresist- ible than the last, and Pansy felt that if it lasted much longer she must imitate the ridiculous crow and begin to dance, But the lizards were dancing! Pansy never saw anything so funny; they hopped and twirled, wriggled and slid about in @ way that made one nearly giddy. Pansy laughed outright, “They are all too funny!" she cried.” But something very strange was happening to the Hzards; they seem- ed to be getting longer and longer; ft really was too queer for words. “What on earth is happening to them?" she exclaimed. “I think they are going to break in several pieces.” Dame Dammydimmydoo shook her head but continued to play on her flute. All of a sudden one of the Iearde hopped straight out of its skin, which Jay on the golden mosaic like a bright rag of stuff, and pne after the cther ali the Nzards did the same. They hopped and wriggfed till every one had shed its skin! Under the coats they had shed the Mzardswhad other coats much paler and less shiny, not half as beautiful as the skins out of which they had wriggled. “It's ail very extraordinary,” Waid Pansy, who feit as if ste had awoke from ‘a dream, “Then you paper your walls and dress your gardeners and what else do you do with these lizard skins?” “You shall just sé" nodded the strange old wéman, She made queer movement with her astic Sootypootypuft flew suddenly aia “Thad simost thought he could not fly," sald Pansy. “Of course he can fly, and do many other things besides. Little gipls must hot Judge people by the length of theif noseg. “But he has not got a nose,” prot tested Pansy. “His beak is his nose,” snapped the dame in her grumpy voice, “You can also call my nose a beak; some peo- ple do.” “Oh, all right," sald Pansy, ‘only I Ti ala not know.” agreed Pansy, “that is iy I have come oyt to discover and see. “Of course, Your real place is at home," scolded the dame. (NEXT INSTALMENT? TUESDAY.) (Copyright, 1920, by ‘The Bell Gyndicate, Ine.) | CAN'T THE CooK WON'T SERVE BREAKFAST BEFORE EIGHT MR JOHN . WHY Do You OME IN AT | AN cones TNS Now | HAVE To A CRUEL START HONE WORLD ! cE WHIZ! You N'T COME IN AT N AND LEAVE AT ( | TELL You Ar AN'T. THE COO! M HOURS AFTER. SAYS DINNER AT SIX SHARP OR Moxzims ofa Modera Maid By Martwerite Mooons Copyright, 1020, by The Pres Publishing Co, (Tho 7 Milanalall ‘York Evening World), NCE upon a time the “gréat day” in but it's getting so that a wedding is nothing more than a curtain raiser for that really smart function, the divorce party. The chief hardship of bobbed hair must be remembering not to tuck in all the loose ends and hairpins be- tween the nape of one's neck and the beginning of one When a man has hurt a woman's feelings he had so much rather buy her a five-dollar box of candy than “bay he is sorry—of course, usually, he ts NOT sorry! Getting found ovt seems to be as fatal a crime in primary elgctions as in matrimony. A college President deplores the loss of womans ‘aura of mystery, but every woman knows said “Aura’ never has been anything but a smoke screen thrown up to cover shallow- ness, selfishness and caprice, » and energy most of us familles and Lvcile tae Wattress at race horse, galloping around tHe betting ring. ress,*as the Friendly Patron loosened his belt a notch, “what makes you the crankiest?”" “Really, I can't say, just off-hand,” girl's life was her wedding day, come in here to fight starvation or to be my little Ike Walton's joke book?’ “You mean Joe ‘Ike Walton was a fisherman, me some beans.” “It ig @ relief to get his order and IT beat it to ghe | tell you what makes me she went on, ave a would-be funny guy come in y and spill his jests escupe from him, kitchfe-kitch and stay as long as pos- Finally, I gotta bring back the beans, ao 1 do, thank: yout’ he says. these string beans?’ } “LT don't think a9, I tell bim, ‘At least, I haven't heard ‘em stfinging here on a hot, me want to HN force, from the chief Sergeant down the Police Commissary, I had one here to-day and he made me good and sore. He sets about you are now and, grinning at ‘What Is that— ‘I thought you Joke if you heard one ; “A big fat man nearby gives a haw haw’ that sure is music to my ears I turn to him. whaddye think of a joke?’ he asks, bathing suit?" » the oné-ploce pie better,’ was absolutely profundo so far as having any the onveplece ay!" snorted Mr. Jarr, her husband, he's a dub. I never saw a man who wore one of those cute lit- scemed apporpope to -the situation, ys. “Those ong-piege sults don't seem |” W haddye mean? says my would- ireus Train friend. » ‘that your jokes voted to such problems as world peaco » the millennium would be due about day after to-mor- it made me blow off @ Are #0 lovely ore and out he goes. mts that soM T says, ‘Well, Vii bet they suit you when wore I bet you think the ocean was made Just go's you cun wet an eyeful said the Frien Why should any aggrieved husband name more than one co-respondent— From retail to wholesale the possibly tragic to the unmistakably ridiculous. What every womam, wonders, just now, is whether skirts and alts sweate: rs, or a dozen organdie dresse; at the summer resorts. The kissie 88 college youth goes to the head of his class—in mendaci Courtship “Marra Result WEINCEINT . by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Rrening World.) to have it at 8 in the evenirfg. Now," said 1 Kot to go out and put even if he can? is the transit ‘from ‘admit I got curves,’ he says, ‘ paseball! pitcher.’ “Again ho thinks e's a scream "s \ argument coffce and the es® going on about th collection of sport ee eit wattle is more likely*to am a girl ofAhirteen and would like to know if 4 am allowed to go out with a boy friend, This boy friend has asked me to go with him to the movies and take walks, but | refused to 3 | think f am too young. Mother says | may go as long as he is a gentleman. and my other girl friends go out with boys, One of my girl friends is going to have @ party for her graduation, 1 would ike to know when I apould go home, as she is going ‘Thirteen—If were you I don't believe I would go to the movies or take boys just yet, walks with the You will have plenty > e for that and just think how old you will seem at eighteen If you method of hi is recommended for tall, r evening wear. is formed by @ narrow ban of brilliants forehead wit here axe many things you do not’ rdressing and parties and picnics and all that sort of’thing with @ crowd of boys and but don't begin ty and when to leave, wait and see what the others do, but if I were youl think I would leave at about ten, st above the a beautiful ray of ospreye drooping Apver the face, SATURDAY, JUNE 26 Miss Elizabeth May Rhodes’ Lover Gave Her Wireless Lessons; Now . She Loves the. Work for Itself. r Only Woman Licensed Operator With a “Master's Signae ture’—Successfully Deciphered Important Mesent : at Sea Which Baffled Man Operator. » By Fay Stevenson. Coprright, 1920, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Frening, World.) LD DAN CUPID may have played a little role in Miss Elizabeth Mey [Dan Cupid Is Responsible: for American Girl’s Radio _ Efficiency on S.S. St. Paw ea Rhodes's atility to straighten out « wircless message on the American | Iner St. Paul which baffled even the head operator. In fact, Misél Miss Rhodes ‘is one of the thirteen feminine l= censed wireless operators in Amorica and the pnly woman having a {master’s signature” on th back of her license for a service record. “vd much rather tall about my new European wardrobe,” laughed Miss Rhodes when I visited her at her apartment, No, 245 West 69th Street, “than to talk about myself.” In the midst of unpacking Miss Rhodes displayed @everal dainty Parisian frocks and unfolded two substantial homespun English tailored sults to termpt my feminine eyes, but I was persistent and drew her back . the subject, “After I had deomied my Hunter College course I felt that I needed some actual experienc con- tinued Miss Rhodes, “so I took a po tion as @ wireless operator last Au- gust on the Apache which sailed from New York to Florida, There were two other operatots, both men, and we all served on four-hour shifts, It was here that I received my ‘master’s signature’ and was pronounced @ regular wireless Qperator, thus re- ceiving, 1 believe, the only service record in the possession of a woman. “| enjoyed the work immensely, and enpectally enjoyed taking the mes- sages from the press, Probably this experience a# a sen operator accounts for my being able to straighten out the message on the St. Paul,” “That and Dan Cupid," I sald. “pan 18 quite out of it now,” laughed Miss Rhodes. “I simply love the work. Many of the women on the ship knew of my experience and when the difficulty arose in. getting tho wireless message they begagd @apt. A. R. Mills to let me go up with Mr. Martin, the head operator, “Fortunately I had my license along with me and as soon as the operator saw this he gave me full permission to get busy. I Sashed back to Bar Rhodes rather intimated that Dan was the one who first interested herotm ¢ wireless nnd that a certain young man, who was at that time her fance_ ana an officer in the navy, gave her her first lessons on the subject. “But now I love the work for dtaclf,” Insists Miss Rhodes with a bits, “and I soon became so interested in the subject that I attended Hunter Cale * ss ELIZABETH MAY RHODES. ~ Harbor from ‘whence ‘the message came, and if you know anytling” about telegraphy you will know the condition of things when I describe. « them as ‘static,’ I assured Miss Rhodes that fxiew! nothing about wireless so she Pets, plained that the message was ticularly hard to get because thebved : Were suffering from fog static, Mebtqncs ning static and electric statio, “I istened and waited and flashed and = reflashed," continued > Miss) Rhodes, “and then at last it came and, unlike the oulja message it had’ been trying, to apell, it made ‘sense, I eo very much pleased for it ‘proved business message for a man on “I think wireless is simply = bende ful,” concluded pretty little Misé4 Rhodes, who is in her early twenties, -« “and it seems to me pe me with thet? natural Pandora insti will make did ‘operators, winter I ex; to teach at the “ae vocational schools,” where wirel operating will be studied for the rst me. So, here, girls, is another field open , for’ the Vice Presidency malghe out r the esiden, i! sider wireless. Py ste ae Se ae : Copyright, 1920, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), LL, 1 will say I think they make an ideal couple! aid Mra. Jarr enthusias ee cally as Mr. and Mrs. Beverly Bosh departed after a formal call, “What do you think of them?" . “I think the dame has too much to nd as for tle trick mustaches that was any * good!" “You mustn't talk Ike tat” said Mrs, Jarr. “Mrs, Beverly Bosh is fa- mous for her labors in behalf of the Eighteenth Amendment and she. is now working to abolish tobacco!” “Did she ever drink or smoke?” asked Mr. Jarr, “Certainly not!" sald Mrs. Jarr, Md her husband? asked Mr, Jarr. "Yes," sald Mrs. Jarr, “That's why she makes him wear that mustache.” “That's a new*one on me,” said Mr. Jarr, “What has a mustache to do with the gay life?” “I do not know that I should speak about it,” said Mrs, Jarr, “But, as Mra, Beverly Bosh tells everybody tn confidence, I may as well. Her hus- band used to be a wretch!” “He's on yet) If f ever saw one,” ald Mr/ Jarr, “Oh, no, he's different now, since she makes him wear that mustache,” said Mrs. Jarr, “He actually used to drink and emoke before that time; he has done so since, but she can tell {t on him now, Did you netice how she looked at him when I served coffee and he wouldn't take any?” “I didn't pay any attention to It," anid Mr, Jarr, “But what of it?” “Well,” sala’ Mra, Jerr, “Mra, Bosh belleves that a fondness for coffes be- tokens a fondness for atimulants,” “Because?” asked Mr, Jars, “Well, because when he craves for coffee it 1s a ign that he wants to smoke, and when he wants to smoke It means he is succumbing to the temp- tation to drink again, She told me all about it,” said Mrs, Jarr, “Was this Beverly Bosh a bard drinker?” asked Mr, Jarr, “No, 1 do not believe he wap, but he seemed to enjoy it, and so ‘hts oe made him give up both, nom cigars, but he deceived her Begre'e ame she made him raise a mustache.” ~ “Is a mustache @ moral bulwark?” “Not exactly,” replied Mrs. Jarr, “And I suppose that you have noticed how she continually kisses him?” “Missed that, too, but what has her affection for him to,do with his former dissipations?”" “Oh, well, you can never trust a man," seid Myre. Jarre. “And the great sorrow of ber life is that he will drink » or smoke if she doesn’t watch him, And if a man has been smoking who: wears a beard orveven a mustache, ‘his wife can detect it when shé kisses him. So if she finds he bas been’ > smoking she knows he has been drinking.” “Ah, the fumes ha: in the lace ~ with a grin, cold and she is Yery bitter about It” “A man can’t help having a cold,” evon tn summer, and why should she be bitter?" asked Mr Jarr, “Bhe lam't sure it's a gold,” anid’ Mra, Jarr, ‘She thinks he pretending he has a cold, and he te constantly taking medioine with of ag* 4 wintergreen and eucalyptus tn it, an When he doea that ehe can’t tell If hey has been smoking, beeause the odor) ” medicine Killa the smell of or tobaocaa,” “Hum, paid Mr, Save to Belg “whiskera and mustaches detectora are new te met you! SLL ere ; cd ates, curtains, do they?" ed Mr, Jarr, (5 “ET dont. know; he hae @ eummes??