Diamond Dust from Topeka, Kansas • 3

October 14, 1922 Our wireless apparatus is in good working order, and we have no good reason to doubt the authenticity of the message received this week that our announcement of the marriage recently of Miss Daisy DeHaven was all wrong. If there was no crossing of the wires, the story as we got it is that we were a bit premature, or a whole lot premature, and that there "wasn't going to be no wedding." The ether conveyed the additional information that Daisy was about to depart on a three months' visit to the Pacific coast, and this came straight and clear. Our wireless is tuned to a nicety; our guess that Daisy was to be married shows that D. D. for once was out of step.

She must have changed her mind. THE WOMAN'S PRIVILEGE. AN AWFUL STRAIN. Wouldn't you think the pianist would go home each night from the emporium across the alley all fagged out after playing jazz all day? Specials for Saturday afternoon when no presses are running and it's my "dog watch," are songs, such as "Why the Corkscrew Has Lost Its Pull," by William Jennings Bryan, "Why Eat Ice Cream and Cake When Onions Are So 'by Truck Gardener, and that touching little ditty entitled, "Theres No Fun in a Graveyard, Give Me My Flowers by -O. K.

S. Last night was ladies' night at the home of "Makeup" Love, and he received a gentle hint to remain down town until after the social function was over. He did, and wound up at the Cremerie pie counter as the guest of 0. K. this morning at the hour when whangdoodles mourn, graves give up their tenants to roam the earth, and screech owls sing their lays.

We had apple pie together. The end of a perfect day and a half. Girls in the office: In the morning the sun's glare through the east windows hurts our eyes, and in the afternoon it peeks under the awnings to bother us; but in the early afternoon when Old Sol strikes the bald dome of 0. head, the reflection is something awful. Mr.

Replogle and Mr. Coates wonder what kind of polish he uses. They're just jealous. it wasn't giving them too much free advertising, would like to recommend to Willis and "Rep" one of three kinds of polishBon Ami, the kind that "never scratched," Rising Sun, or Little Dutch K. S.

Manicuring one's nails in public is bad form, a leading magazine. Is that any worse says than painting and powdering as you shop, carrying a toilet outfit open on the street before you? We've seen fashion's criterions dig up a from the depths of-well, not from a mop handbag--and leisurely chalk up a goodly portion of their front and one-half of their DUST Page 3 shoulders at the back, right on Kansas avenue. Is that proper? Said the bank check to the numbering machine: "I've got your number." Courtesy does not lie in courtly phrases, bowing and scraping--but simply in fair words and kind acts. Mister James A. Shepherd, of Plattsburg, Mizzouri, was a visitor at the DIAMOND DUST sanctum this week.

Come again, Mister Shepherd. Charles Vanderhur is making good as an apprentice in the composing room. Incidentally, Van is a ball player, and an all round likeable fellow. "Jimmie" Roche's brother, Frank, has been visiting in Topeka since the world's base ball series began. As a "taper-off" he played with Hall's last Sunday.

We've been promised a weekly contribution from the Ring Lardner of the Hall aggregation of editors "Sunny Jim" Shepherd. Watch for the first instalment. If women's work is never done, how can they spend SO much time in their whoopies along Kansas avenue curbs or parading the down town streets? Tell me that. A screen has been erected at the cashier's desk to keep playful and curious children and grownups from falling into the suction pipes of the cash carrier. The cashier is immune from this danger.

Otto Horacek, a former Topekan, and a brother of our Leo Horacek, won high honors in San Francisco recently with his team of M. W. A. Foresters, scoring within a fraction of 100, or perfect, with 25,000 people looking on. Paul Rose, "the gentleman from Texas," is jubilant over the removal of his family to Topeka, or rather Oakland, our neighboring city on the east.

Lino Thomas, who has been joshed some about living "out of town," (Highland Park), says that Paul can take the Santa Fe to Tecumseh and get good exercise walking over home from there. How about it, Rose? Al Officer, Claude Dougherty, Fred Ware and 0. K. are passing up the coal problem for this winter by putting in oil burners, in order that there will be no coal famine in Topeka. Will Usher is inclined to sneer at the rush to oil.

But he spent a week in Kansas City looking over the various and sundry makes of burners, we are told, without coming to a conclusion as to which was best..