arm-linked, and start one wondering about the enforcement of the dry
law. In and out among all these moving comedies and tragedies flits like
an orange-colored butterfly a little Oriental boy, an angel-faced page
goes calling "Mister Smith," and sober looking bell-hops stand alert to
the sound of "Front."

A beautiful woman steps forward and meets a handsome man and they go to
dinner together, and somehow I don't think he is her husband and wonder
if she is a widow and decide that it is none of my business. If she has
a husband he is probably an "ornery" fellow who never takes her
anywhere.

Everyone who passes by me looks alert, and sure, and happy and
prosperous, but I comfort myself that probably each one of them has as
much to worry about as I myself do.



The Garbage Man's Little Girl



This vignette is written because it can't help itself and carries with
it a hope that someone who reads it may know a little girl whose father
is a garbage man. Suppose that you can't think of anyone just now who is
a daughter to a garbage man, it is best to read this just the same for
you never know when you may meet her.

When you do, tell her not to care too much when the children at school
tease her about her father and cry - "Phew - phew, here comes the