f" a battered grand piano. Little round
tables everywhere, and gathered
j round them the most bewildering gal-
axy folk: hoboes the real thing
! highly respectable family parties, ha
i bitues of Manhattan cafes, wealthy,
stylishly clad men .and women out to
Bee the sights, children, grandpar
ents, brides and grooms!
The waiters are hoboes, clad in
frayed attire. On the stage Banjo
Ike is playing the instrument which
gave him the only name he owns,
while Tennessee Jim is. doing a red-
hot shuffle. The whole thing is bona
fide. "The boys are real hoboes," said
Jeff. "They drift in, down and out,
and I give 'em a job. There are about
a dozen here now. They're always
coming and going."
The Cabaret De Gink is, In fact, the
only indigenous, spontaneous cabaret
in America. For true bohemian at- A
mosphere only the reputed hang-outs
of the apaches in the cheap cabarets
of Paris beat it
But for all that, it's the best run
place on the island. Coney's chief of
police himself said so. Jeff himself
drinks only one miniature glass of
beer in an evening. And though
everything from whisky to cham
pagne flows freely Jeff and his stick
see ti it that no disorder arises.
The hobo waiters and entertainers
make enough in tips in an evening to
satisfy their souls, and they take to
the open road next morning, while
new arrivals, in dirt and tatters, take
SO JOLTS THE WORLD ALONO
A loved B, and B loved C
And cared not whit for A;
While D loved A, but courted E
And dared no word to say.
E wedded P and was adored
For two whole years or three.
When each with each grew badly
And F sought balm with G.
I tired of life and gave it back
Unto the mother earth;
S earned her bread and found it cost
Far more than it was worth.
D live alone and grew at last
All wrinkled, sad and old; (j
But B and C had seven sons
And tablespoons of gold.
Eva Dean in Judge.
New kid gloves will "go on" easy
if the gloves are laid between the
folds of a damp towel for an hour be
fore putting them on.
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