The evening world. Newspaper, November 5, 1921, Page 13

TWO SECTIONS. “Mi APLE - HONEY - KID!" Brian Boru Blaney lear-d from Pullman seat 25 and thus addressed himself to the sombre orbs of light becomingly set in the features of the very new Mrs. Blaney, that lady being eomfortably cushioned in Pullman seat mer 3 4 “Sugar-boy-dear!” responded the pre- viously matter-of-fact Betsy. Then, with a momentary lapse into sanity, she whispered: “Brian, the whole car is looking at us!” Responsive to the warning, Brian made a sudden movement, and several handfuls of rice ¢lattered to the floor from various parts of his clothing. “Darn that god-speed stuff!" he grumbled. “The more I see of rice the worse I hate Japs.” He removed his hat and shook there- from a miniature hailstorm. The en- tire car tittered—there was an excur- sion of rather young Boston schoo!- ma’ams returning from San Bruno. Brian blushed to the roots of his au- burn hair, then his cheeks wrinkled to a broad grin. His wag one of those natures to whom publicity in any form can never be quite distasteful yourselves, girls!" he smiled, bowing to his appreciative audience On the } blue bu n nearly as large ed “BOOST FOR SAN of his coat hung a bright lg a saucer Oo.” This token, as well as an which reposed between their chairs 1 “BOOST” in white of the San ers’ Club, which organiza- panied them to the sta- bearing the we carnatic Bruno 3 tion had acco tion with enthusiasm, a brass band, und the city’s surplus of overshoes. Brian’s salute to the assembled schoolma'ams was well received by all save Betsy, who sat for several min- utes with her eyes averted toward the whirling landscape. “Sugar,” she said, at ijast, “I wish you'd take that thing’’—pointing to the Booster Button—"and put it in your pocket, And I wish you'd give that’— indicating the floral emblem—“to the porter. It reminds me of an Elks’ fu- neral.”’ “Now, Candy-bag!" protested Brian, in a hurt tone, “we ain’t ashamed of the home town, are we?” “You bet we aren't!" agreed Betsy warmly. “And that’s why I think it's up to us not to make the home town ridicWous.” “Porter!” said Brian, with one hand beckoning the menial and the other pointing out the floral emblem. “Bear @way the tribute!” He slipped the booster button quietly ymio his pocket. ‘You old dandy thing!" Thus she rewarded him. He sat awhile in un- natural silence, “Funny!” he said at last, “Those are the very words Obrey O'Malley gaid to me this mornirs.” “What words?” “'Don’t make the home town ridicu jous, Y'know, when the Boosters took us to the train, C. W. Ketchum pullin’ my arm loose at the socket while kit- tenish Sid LEidlitz poured 18 cents’ worth 0’ rice down my collar? Well, old Obrey O'Malley led me aside for a minute, Uncle Obe's got more sense > ; 3 U on ~) wy ~” ms SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 1921. By WALLACE IRWIN Illustrated by WILL B. JOHNSTONE Exciting Adventures of a Pair of Newlyweds Who Tried “Not to Be Hicks” in New York in his upper right-hand ®yelash than Ketchum ean hire in his whole office force, ‘Brian,’ says Obrey, ‘you're go- ing to see N'York for the first time. It's a great big town ful) o’ things a young man can slip up on and fall over. I hope you won't think me im- pertinent, but I want co give you a word of advice—don't be a hick.’” “What's a hick?” asked Betsy. “A hick’s a dressed-up Rube out hunting for a shell game,” he defined it. “I’ve lived in N’York for forty THE SEDATE GRILL ROOM WAS ENLIVENED BY THE DRAGGING A DAZZLED YOUTH AC™ years, O'Malley went on, ‘and I know it from Wall Street to the Plaza. Take ‘t from me, it’s up to the stranger com- ing fresh from the clover to sing low, because every inhabitant of Manhat- tan Island has got the art of financial transgressions down to a poisoned pel- let. The graft industry is over- crowded there, and N'York would nat- urally starve if it wasn’t for the man from home who comes piking down Broadway with his check-book in his hand and a aprig of timothy over his ECTIO | aD A | SS, SECTION TWO. | THE BOOSTER’S HONEYMOON ear, Lifelong practice at the art of bunk has made the N'Yorker so darned canny they can steal your clothes, ship you home in a borrowed nightie, and make you think you've had a good time. So take an old man’s tip. When you come in sight of the Statue of Liberty, step light, sing low; and, for Gawsh sake, don't let ’em know you're e@ hick,’” “Maybe we'd better go to Niagara Falls after all!" Betsy faltered, “I says to O'Malley,” Brian went on, SIGHT OF A RED-HEADED ENTHUSIAST 7S TOWARD THE TELEPHONE BOOTH