The evening world. Newspaper, August 26, 1922, Page 14

THE EVENING OnceAboard The Lug By A.SiM ret Be acer Winter Comes’ INSTALMENT NO. 6. (Fe the Enterprising George a Chain ef Lively Clroumstances Spells Opportunity. ET us for a time leave Mrs Major and her precipitate aa- sault on Mr. Marrapit and catch up with other matters intimately !nterwoven into our story. First, there is Mary. Greatly as she Aisliked meeting Mra. Chater after the gory battle in the park, she must, of course, return Angela and David to their home The groans and curses of her adored Bob and the encrimsoned water where he had laved his wounds had fo acted upon the mother’s merves, plunged her into such @ vor- tex of hysteria, that the manner of her reception of Mary brought on « violent scene. It ended when Mrs. Chater called a cab and sent Mary eway after a tearful farewell to her two young charges. George met her cab a very few yards down the street. He gave an orier to the cabman and soon had established her in a boarding house kept by the sympathetio Mrs. Pink- ing for medical students in Battersea. On that day when George left Mary, at Mrs. Pinking’s, Bill Wyvern re- turned home after a visit and found a aad little note. Mr. Marraplt, it aid, abed of a chill, prevented Mar- guret meeting her Bill that afternoon, The lines chilled Bill's heart, His was « fidgety ané nervous love that took fright at a shadow of doubt. Bedtime found him desolated, and finally he determined to call upon his beloved, late though !t was, Abiram, one of his playful terriers, insisted on yocompanyipg him as he made his way within the forbidden precincts of Herons’ Holt. ‘Well Bill knew his adored's window. From the shrubbery, she had pointed’ {8 to him, He set « low whistle upon the air. There was @ rustling from within. “Margaret!"" he called softly, ‘‘Mar- waret!"” She appeared. The blessed damosel leaned out. About her yearning face the long dark hair abundantly, fell. “Oh, Bill!" she orted. “Oh, Margaret!’"* “Wow!” spoke ADiram in nerve- shattering welcome. ‘‘Wow!"" The Dlessed damosel fled and hurried her- self in her bed clothes, Bill plunged a kick and Abiram waddled away across the lawn, “‘Tt's all right; the lover put upon the breeze. ‘He's gone.” Margaret put a white leg to the floor—listened; drew forth its com- panton—listened; glimpsed her white an shuddered at such tm-modesty ®& man so close; veiled them to their toes with her bed-gown; listened; stepped again to the window. “On, BI!" “Oh, Margaret!” Emotion dragged her from the win- @ow to her waist. Her long hair cas- caded down to him so that the de- Ucious tips, kissing his face, might by, his lips be kissed. “Bill, those terrible nights when You were absent filled me with thoughts that shaped into @ poem,” phe said. “A poem to me?” “About us. Bhall I read tt? _ He beswed her read. “Our meeting! Do you remem- ber, dear, How Nature knew we met? ‘Twilight soft with a gentle breess Bearing scent of the slumbering seas; Music sweet—twas a nightingale, Thrilling and sobbing from laugh to wail— Golden sky, that was flecked with red (Rthands of rose on a golden bed), And love; when first we met!” Bill's voice was hoarse “Mar- Jaret, come down to me,” he said. “I dare not."* “You must. I must touch you— Miss you. You must coms down!” “Bill, I dare not; I should be yeard. He bitted his next words as they came galloping up. Dare he give them rein? And then again he bathed tm the ecstasy of the scene. The Mack square of the open window, the scented roses that framed ft; the sfiver night that Ut its picture—her @usky face between her streaming batr, her white arms, bare to where the pushed-back sleeves gave them fo the soft breeze to kiss, the soft outline of her breast where the press of her weight drew close her gown. 4 was not to be borne. The bitted Mlustrated By WB.Johnstona. GEORGE LEICESTER, medical MARY HUMEFRAY, with whom proposes. Miss Humfray is em the children of student, meets 1n a cab accident he falls in love and to whom he ployed as “‘lady’s help” to care for MRS. CHATER, a vixenish woman, who, with her dlder son, BOB CHATER, makes Mary’s li in the “slap-dash” style of cour: fe uncomfortable. Bob has failed ting which had been recommended Tt shot a fresh shriek from her; she clung closer. “Pantaloon!"* Mr. , Marrapit strained. Remove this woman! She throttles me! I am Sinbad.’* George again laid hands, | Again Mrs. Major shrieked, tighter clung, Mr. Marrapit, blacker, cried, “Zany!"" “Well, what the devil can I do!"’ by a friend, and he and George have a terrific fistic battle in the George asked, hopping about the pair; ark, Bob being worsted. t Mrs. Major's back as responsive to his touch as the keys of a piano to CHRISTOPHER MARRAPIT, George's uncle, is very fond of his ‘dle fingers. cats, especially the Rose of Sharon MARGARET, his daughter, a poetess of melancholy disposition, 1s time you touch her she scream in love with WILL WYVERN, a youthful novelist, barred from the Marrapit ance of her safety. premises, Herons’ Holt, because MRS. MAJOR, Mr. Marrapit’s housekeeper, who has designs on him. tight as a drum his dogs once chased the Rose. Imbibing too much Old Tom Gin she falls part way downstairs upon him as, aroused in the night by a strange noise, he walks , abroad to investigate. selid EH “THE BOX GAVE HIM TWO FEET OF REACH.~ HE JUMPED FOR THE LEDGE—CAUGHT IT; PULLED; FETCHED THE CURVE OF AN ARM OVER THE SILL.” Wworis lashed from his hold. wasped: ‘Was she aghast at him? he asked himself. At last she spoke very calmly. “There is a potting box just there,” she said. “If you turned it on end you could reach the window, and then’ The box gave him two feet of reach. He jumped for the ledge—caught it; pulled; fetched the curve of an arm over the atll, ‘Then between earth and paradise be hung limp; for a sudden borror was in his Margaret's eyes. ‘Twixt earth and window, with @angling legs and clutching arms, in muscle-racking pain he hung. Truly a step, and then another step. And then a very tornado of sound beat furiously upon the trembling night; with it a flash; from it the Pattering of a hundred bullets. Some one had <ischarged a gun. As Satan was hurled, so, plumb ovt of the gates of Paradise, Bill fell. And now the still air was lashed into a fury of sound-waves, tearing this way and that in twenty keys; now the sleeping garden was torn by rushing figures, helter-skelter for life and honor. Sounds!—the melancholy bellow of @hat gardener, Mr. Fletcher, as the Tecoll of the buss he had fired hurled him prone Upon the gravel; the dreadful impre- gations of Bill ashe strove to clear his of the potting box through ‘Whose side it had plunged; gurr-r-ing yelps from Abiram in ecstasy of man hunt, Rushing figures!—B!, freed from his box, at top speed toward the shrubbery; Mr. Fletcher, up from his fall, with tremendous springs bound- ing across the lawn; Abiram in hust- ling pursuit. More sounds—panto screams from. ae Mr. Fletcher, heavily laboring; the protest of a window roughly raised; from George's head, thrust into the night: “Yi! Yi! Yi! Hup, then! Good dog! Sick him! Sick him! Yi! Yul ¥ av. lie) As wo left Mr. Marrapit, Mrs. Major, inspired by Old Tom, had descended upon him like an avalanche, With shattering thud he plumped heavily to his full length upon tho s bell-mounted blunder- ° floor; earth. But that shock was a whack on the head of Old Tom that temporarily quieted him. ‘*What has happened?’ Mrs. Major asked, clinging tightly. Mr. Marrapit gasped, neck. Remove your arms. “Where are we?" “You are upon my chest, I am flat beneath you. Release!" “It’s all dark," Mrs, Major eried; gripped firmer. “It 1s not dark. Itmplore move- ment. Our juxtaposition unnaturally compromises us. It is abhorrent."* Mrs. Major opened the eyes she had tightly closed during the staggering journey and that scattering fall, She loosed her clutch, got to her knee: thence tottered to a chair, Mr. Marrapit painfully rose. He re- garded Mrs. Major and suspiciously sniffed the alr, pregnant with strange fumes. “Follow me, Mrs. Major,” Mr. Mar- rapit commanded, turned for the din- ing room; from {ts interlor faced about upon her. ‘With rare dignity the masterty woman slowly @rose; martially she poised against the hatrack; with stat ly mien marched steadily toward him, Old Tom gave & playful little twitch of her\legs, and she jostled the doorpost. With old-world courtesy she bowed apology to the post. “Beg pardon,'* she graciously murmured, stood sway- ing. It was fust then that Mr. Fletcher in horror sighted Bill's figure pendant from Margaret's window, Thrice the bell-mouth of hts gun described a shivering circle, tightly he squeezed his eyelids—pressed the trig- ger. BANG! Mr. Marrapit bounded stx tnches— hardly had reached the earth again when, with @ startled scream, Mre. Major was upon him, again her arms about his neck. And now shriek pursued shriek, tearing upwards through her throat, Old ‘Tom had loosed the ends of all her nerves. George bounded down the stairs. Over Mrs. Major's back, bent from the toes to the rack about which she clung, Mr. Marrapit's empurpled face stared at him, Upon his nephew's countenance the sight struck @ great grin; his legs it struck to @ dead halt “action! Mr. Marraptt gasped. move this creature!'* George put a hand upon her back Mrs. Major pressed him to “You run to and fro and grin like 1 dog,"’ Mr. Marrapit told him, ‘‘Each grips I shall be throttled, Use Add to mine your assur- She {s not her- me closer. discretion. self.’ serge chuckles “She's not. She's “Liar!"? moaned Mrs, Major, Sharp words will move where en reaty cannot stir, Mrs. Major relaxed her hold; spun ‘round. ‘‘Monster’’ and ‘‘Perjurer’’ rushed headlong to her lips. ‘'Pons- wer!’ she cried; tottered back against the sofa; collapsed upon it. Her head sunk sideways; she closed her eyes. Mr. Marrapit started: “Mra. Major!"" She opened her oyes. ‘Call me Lucy. Darling—um!"’ She began to snore. “To-morrow I speed her from my gates,"’ declared Mr. Marrapit as they carried her from the room. ‘My be- loved cats have been in the care of this swinish form. They have been in Jeopardy. I tremble at their escape. ‘To-morrow she departs." A sudden tremendous {dea swept over George, engulfing speech. A lit- tle later he entered his uncle's study and set Mary’s name and ad- dress upon a telegraph blank; pon- dered; then to these words compressed his great idea: “Go agency this morning. Get name on books. Meet you there. Think can get you situation here, “GEORGE.” “Tmmeltiately the office opens,”” sald George; trod up to his room. ‘Copyright, 1022, by the Bell Syndicate, Inc.) {in Monday’e Instalment Mary Comes to Herons’ Holt.) WORLD, SATURDAY, AUGUST 36, 1922. (CNIOD)) p Pertinent Comment On Good Fellowship a Fine Thing Even to the Good Fellows. So Long as It Doesn’t Interfere With Busi- ness. Celluloid Buttons a Great Leveller of Rank When It Comes to Backslap- ping at Association Dinners. By Montague Glass. 66 HERE was you so long?” Morris Perl- mutter demanded of ‘his partner, Abe Potash, one after- noon recently. “You went out to lunch pretty near three hours ago already. “Four,” Abe Potash correct- ed, “and they was still going strong when | left, | Mawruss, which them weekly — lunch- eons of the Met- ropolitan Coat “ ™ Pad Manufac- turer's J Assoctatiots should ought to be made monthly luncheons, otherwise they would soon be over- lapping. Everybody made a talk from the President of the Associa- tion downwards, Mawruss, and | Removing French From the Menu Is Not the Very Easiest Job ee Restaurateurs Whose Cards Have Been Degallicized Have Not Been Thorough. College Girls May Pre- fer the Fancy Names, but Others Will Dis- agree. By Fay Stevenson. ERHAPS the boarding-school girl can manage to wade through the menu which flashes forth #0 many French dishes, but dad and uncle and even Aunt Fanny, who studied French years ago, are fre- quently puzzled. In fact, many oftus who dine at the “very select” hotels and glance over the menu with a de- sire for something new and tempting feel like pointing at random to a French dish in the same fashion as th Irishman in a Paris cafe, adding, “Gimme some of that!" But, alas, the waiter who spoke perfect English calmly replied, “Sorry, sir, the or- chestra is playing that. ‘With these ideas in mind it was @ecided the other day in St. Louis, Mo., at the annual convention of the International Stewards’ Association to banish the ‘‘a la” from “carte,” “No longer will the hungry guest be compelled to call for the menu and ask the ‘Garcon’ to serve him ‘boeuf au Jus,” ' said one of the 800 delegates registered for the convention, ‘or to bring him ‘cafe noir en demi! tasse,’ but simply say, ‘Walter, please bring me some beef and gravy, and black coffee in a small cup.’ "’ It was declared, however, that some of the French terms will remain in yogue, as, for instance, “pate de foie gras” and “filet mignon,” because of their wealth of meaning. Also, other dishes which derive their names from famous chefs or from thelr place of origin will continue to be known by their original names, But it was firmly announced that many intricate French phrases would be removed from the menu and much confusion thereby eliminated And yet we wonder. Hotel managers all agreed it would be a splendid idea to have everything upon the menu “strictly American.” In fact, most of them said this con- dition already prevailed. “Why, there was a time," sald one of the best known managers In this city, “when we had a complete list of French foods on one side of the menu and the Englist equivalent upon the other. But that took up too much Space, and now you will tind only am occasional French term This expression was dittoea all the way from Broadway, Fifth Avenue and even to the tourists’ road house. “Oh, we don't use French terme any more," managers declared. “That 1s quite passe our menu card!" And this is what the glance dist closed ust have a glance at Hors 4'Ocuvres, Varies. Canape of Caviar and anchovies, Panache. Consomme Combise. Petite Marmite. Filet of Sole with Sea Food, Mar- guery. Boiled Salmon, Mousseline sauce. Fried Soft Shell Crabs, tartare sauce, Salmon, Venitienne sauce. Vol-au-vent of Partridge with mush- rooms, Chasseur, Fricandeau of Veal, timbales of spinach, potatoes Parisienne. It 1s probably true that Mary- Louise, right from College, will be able to order, especially if she has a French pocket dictionary tucked away in her sweater pocket. But when it comes to the ‘‘tired business man’, or mother, fresh from tho nursery where she hears nothing but fairy tales and Mother Goosg, these phrases rather puzzle her and conse- quently both dad and mom order lamb-chops, roast beef or broiled chicken because they know what they are getting. If one really wishes to illustrat what an excellent linguist one is he may travel to a real French restau- rant or to New York's famous Italian cafes, where he may order direct from the waiter and hold a lengthy confab much to his guest's admiration. But when one drops into a strictly Amerl- can hotel or restaurant it would be comforting and gratifying to order a dish ‘fone might be certain about’’ without taking a chance with the in- evitable fear that one Is going to draw booby prize and receive a dish too highly spiced or seasoned. Then, too, if we are to have so many ‘‘a la’ puzzles mixed in with our American foods, it takes all the joy of going over to Paris and shout- ing ‘‘So this is Paris,’’ when we glance at the Parisienne menu. It really doesn’t seem quite worth while to have so many French words just to show off the college flappers and filp- pers at the expense of the elders who are too busy earning a living to go in for the “finishing touches.”’ ‘Why eat lamb chops, beef steak, pis and the very things we have at home, when we really go out to dinner be- cause we wish to be tempted with some brand new dish? If these French dishes just had American names we might try them but—but—all those “Fricandeau” and ‘'Vol-au-vent"’ pre- fixes frighten one—might not sult us after all, so we fall back to the old Yankee style or else just point like the Irishman and decide to point in another direction next time, Picking up several other New York menus we find among the ‘‘Entrees’’: Boneless Poussin. Lamb Chop, Bouchere with Chicken Livers. Chaudfroid of Chicken, Jeannette, Gelantine of Capon Tru fie, ‘Terrine of Imp. Fole-gras, Cope Thais. “Well, well," says Uncle George, after glancing through a list of the above, “I guess I'll have a steak, French fried potatoes, string beans and chocolate ice cream, What'll you take, Mirandy?” Mirandy has been wrinkling her brow for the last ten minutes and the waiter’s heavy breathing right over her head {8 beginning to worry her She leans across the table and taps George with her fan as she says: A DISCUSSION OF GOOD FELLOWSHIP HY, ff a business man was to do business according to the hot air which {8 handed out by after-dinner speakers he might Just sv well close up his store and be done with it. “If any of his competttors thinks that bocause he’s a golden rule talker eV he would stop at anything to cop out a good account from under their nose&, y’understand, they would lay it to kindness of heart when a honse- breaker chloroforms his victims before he gets away with the silver.” “It wouldn't surprise me fn the least if First Meetings of Creditors in Bankruptcy would soon get into line, It’s the fashion to show @ spirit of good fellowship in business circles when not actually doing business.” Operations for appendicitis will cost a whole lot more beca of the fact that white cellulofd buttons will have to be manufactured in advance with the names printed on them {in blue of all the people present ee the head surgeon down to the last assistant nurse. As soon 8 guest pins on one of them cellulotd buttons he fs on the party, including the hat check boy and the hired cabaret singers, must say that some of them was pretty good too, so far as the num- ber and size of the words they con- tained, in particular Maxwell J. Polongin.” hot atr which is handed out by after- dinner speakers at manufacturers’ luncheons, Mawruss, he might just so well close up his store and be done with it—espectally if he is merchan- dising his goods in competition with “IT WAS OBLIGED TO SMOKE ONE OF THEM CIGARS JAKE PALOGIN GIVES AWAY, SO THAT | COULD STAY IN THE SAME ROOM WITH THE FISH COURSE, INE WHAT IT WAS LIKE.” “That feller would sooner talk than eat,"’ Morris commented. “Well, he could get more pleasure that way out of most of them weekly luncheons, Mawruss,"’ Abe continued. “This one was held In Wasserbauers’ new banqueting hall which he made last fall by cutting through into what was Jake Baselow’s bushéling room before Jake went broke in the pants business, Mawruss, and what that robber Wasserbauer gave them coat pad manufacturers to eat at a dollar and @ half a head, Mawruss, comes under the head of soapmaker’s sup- plies rather than food. Even the bread was a couple of days old, and when I tell you that I was obliged to smoke one of them cigars Jake Polon- gin gives away, so that I could stay in the same room with the. fish course, Mawruss, you could imagine what {t was like.”’ “How them Coat Pad Manufactur- ers come to make that feller President of their society, Abe, is a mystery to me," Morris observed. “It wouldn't be tf yot could have seen the way them coat pad manu- facturers cheered that feller,’ Abe sald, ‘He made what he called a little talk on ‘Helping the Other Fel- ler’ and Sam Feder of the Kosclusko Bank was so affected by it, Mawruss, that he got nose-bleed from blowing It so har, Actually, Mawruss, you could the tears standing in Feder’s eyes,"" “And yet, Abe, if Polongin was to sive him the same line of talk the next time he wants to get for thirty days & couple of thousand dollars rom the Kosclusko Bank, y'understand, I bet yer that fog all Sam Feder would be affected by tt, he could have left his Pocket handkerchief at home,"’ Morris declared. ‘Which that feller Feder has got two ts, Abe; atsoft one for lodge me: and ufactur- ers’ dinners a hard one for loan and discount purposes.”* “Do you blame him," Mawruss?" Abe asked, “Why, if @ business man Was to do business according to the MAWRUSS. YOU COULD IMAG- them after-dinner selves. KEYNOTE SPEECH AT CREDI- TORS’ MEETING. Take Maxwell J. Polongin, for ex- ample, and you would think to hear him talk the way he disposed of his stock was that he got the Federation of Charities to supply him with the names of the twenty neediest cases and then made the rounds with a truck load of his highest priced goods together with twenty baskets. each contaifing soup tickets, warm cloth- ing for the old folks and a few as- sorted toys for the children.” “Whereas, Mawruss, the fact is that Maxwell J. Polongin is a first- class, crackerjack, a number one business man,’ Abe continued, ‘‘and if any of his competitors thinks that because he’s a golden-rule talker, he would stop at anything to cop out a good account from under their noses, y'understand, they would lay it to kindness of heart when a house breaker chloroforms his victims before he gets away with the solid silver.’’ “Then you think that Max J. Po- longin makes all them ‘Helping the Other Fellow’ talks so a3 to put his competitors to sleep?’’ Morris asked. “It's in the back of his mind of course,”’ Abe said, ‘*but he's too level- headed to think that he is fooling anybody for longer than the length of the dinner where he is talking. Also, Mawruss, it’s the fashion nowadays to show a spirit of good-fellowship in business circles when not actually do- ing business, In fact, Mawrusa, it wouldn't surprise me in the least if first meeting of creditors in bank- ruptcy was soon to get into line, Take this here Advance Credit Clothing Company of Sarachuse which got into us for twelve hundred and fifty dol- lars last month, and I bet yer that if you was to waste the carfare and go up to Sarachuse to attend the first niceting of creditors next week, you would find that the referee in bank- ruptey would open the meeting with a peech on the subject of ‘A speakers them- keynote the same level as anybody else at Corporation May be Down but it is Never Out.’ ” “Also, Mawruss,"” Abe went on to say, “the chances is they wauld hand around little song books, and when the referee gets through with the key, note speech he would ask the credi- tors to turn to Number Twelve and sing all together something about how the elouds will show their silver lining after a composition of ten cents cash and the balance in unindorsed notes at three, six, nine, twelve, fifteen and eighteen months has been confirmed, especially composed for the occasion so as to be sung to the tune of I Am Happiest When I'm tn My Mother's Arms.”* AS TO THE CELLULOID BUTTONS “Furthermore, Mawruss,"’ Abe con- tinued, ‘I expect to ste the time when operations for appendicitis will cost a whole lot more because of the fact that white celluloid buttons will have to be manufactured in advance with the names printed on them in blue of all the people present, from the head surgeon down to the last assistant nurse. There will also be the regula- tion special song books for the oc- casion, Mawruss, and the last thing the patient will hear before he goes under the ether will be everybody Joining in the chorus of something es- pecially dedicated to Max J. Schlach- thaus, M.D., and dear old Mount He- bron Hospital sung by all those people in the operating room who know the tune of K-k-k-katy well enough to fit 1t to twice as many words to the line @s {t was meant to be sung to.”’ “For my part, Abe, I could get along without all this here carefully worked-up good fellowship,"’ Morris said. “If I couldn't recognize a feller by mame except by a big celluloid button on the lapel of his coat, y’un- derstand, then I am perfectly cgntent to call him Say or Listen! or even Hey You! until somebody comes along who knows us both well enough to introduce us.” “That's a back-number {dea you've got, Mawruss,"’ Abe declared. ‘The fashion is nowadays that if you see a tall, bald, skinny old gentleman for the first time at a dinner or a meet- ing and he’s got on his coat a cellu- loid button with the name JOHN D. ROCKAFELLAR printed on it in blue letters, you should right away call him not Mister Rockafellar but Jack. Also you should slap him on the back and begin to get acquainted by telling him a story which in the old days a West Street bartender would have hesitated to tell to a drunken long- shoreman. “The idea is, Mawruss, that them celluloid name buttons is for the purpose of putting everybody on a) friendly basis. As soon as a dinner guest pins on one of them cellufoid buttons he is on the same level as anybody else at the party, including the hat check boy and the hired cabaret singers. “And after that, Abe, I suppose that you and John D. Rockafellar ts blood brothers for life,’ Morris suggested. Not at all,"" Abe asserted. ‘This here worked-up good fellowship {s for one performance only. Getting on in timate terms with a fellow victim at one of these here manufacturers’ us sociations’ dinners and meetings is ke being a passenger on an ocean steamship, Mawruss. All friendship ceases when the boat lands. Why, I have been to big dinners where as many as 200 people I never geen be- fore in my life has ended up the even- ing by calling me Abe, You Old Son of a Gun, and some of them wasn't so particular as to say Gun neither. And yet, Mawruss, if one of them fel- lers would have come up to me with- out his celluloid name button five minutes after the banquet was over, y'understand, the nearest I could come to guessing where I met him before would be twenty years ago on a train going from New York to Chi- cago" hen what ts the use of all this here worked-up good fellowship, any- Morris inquired, , for one thing it has the same effect at @ public dinner in ten min- utes that in pre-prohibition times, tchampanyer wine at $5 a bottle nad in two hours,"" Abe said, “and then again, Mawruss, it gives @ man 4 large circle of very intimate friends that don't know him well enough to touch him for money."*