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Show i Honors for the Fat Man. Theodosln Garrison, who has written writ-ten enough poems to girdle tho globe, Is called by her friends, "tho Christmas Christ-mas poetess," becnuso nearly every magazine In New York publishes something of hers In Us Chrlatmas number. Mrs. Garrison Is a surprise to persons per-sons who, having rend hor poems, meet her the llrst time. In verso Bho expresses emotion, sentiment, picturesque pic-turesque Imagination, nnd has a thrilling, vlbrnnt touch that stirs to tears. In real life sho twangs a merry lyre, and seems naught but tho embodiment em-bodiment of wild, rollicking Irish wit and humor. On n recent voyage to Dermuda, "Dosln," as sho Is called, had her first tasto of seasickness. She met It with Incredulity and remonstrance at first, but Anally succumbed and fled to hor stateroom. Thero tho stownrdess found her prone and bewildered. "Can I do anything for you?" nsked tho matron. "Oh, yes," gasped Dosla, "bring mo Bomo poison, quick!" After a time she struggled out on deck, to And tho ship tossing horribly, in a "reely" storm. Telling her friends of It afterward, she said: "I hunted up tho captain and asked him what he thought about It. Ho said: 'If wo haVo good luck tho boat may hold together u fow hours longer. Then I went nnd took my seat by the fnttest man I saw aniong the passengers, passen-gers, becauso I thought If wo went down ho would bo the most likely to float and I could hang on to him." |
