Show HAD MIXED UP THE GARMENTS amusing comedy of clothes with new yorker in star part ho he was wag tha sort of man one always turns to look at the second time ills his fine alne silvery lead head was carried proudly tile the glances however which followed him bilm tho the other morning as he walked through forty second street from the grand central station were not of admiration mi unal undiluted there was at least a half portion of mirth in the mixture cut but under tho the heavy gray sky through the drizzle ho be walked uti unmindful mindful of the smiles and giggles he was exciting all along the way ills his deep glowing eyes seemed pond pondering pring some abstruse law problem or dwelling upon one of the speeches for which lie he Is famed at last however a voice pierced ills his consciousness say boss said tho the voice why dont you put your shirt in your grip and put on your coat its ral tn tho the big man came out of ills his day dream with a start he looked with rising color at the over ills arm then he looked at the small nessle news le in front of him ile he put down hla his bag Illg right ht he said confidentially fidentia lly smiling at the small boy right son ive got em mixed when a minute later lie ho resumed his journey lie ho walked with that upright respectable feeling one has when 61 one he knows that hla his raincoat Is upon his back and his flannel nightshirt la is packed safely in his bag new york dregs press |