The Washington critic., 1890-03-18
THE CRITICS" CAM MERA.
PICTURES OF MEN AND THINGS AT
THE NATIONS CAPITAL.

the-Slot Opera Glasses - Governor
shoupe's Departure-Two QueerlY
Assorted Room Mates.
A funny little incident occurred be-
tween the acts at Abaugh's last night
Occupying three seats in the parquettc
were two ladies and pretty little girl.
One of the ladies dropped dime in the
slot and drew out an opera glass which
she and her friend shared during The
performance of the first act. When the
drop fell the child became restive aud
was given the opera glass to play with.
This quieted her at once, and the two
ladies' were soon deeply engrossed in
conversation.
Meanwhile the little girl stood up on
the seat holding the glasses to her eyes
and enjoyed herself hugely by turning
round and round looking at every plrt
OF the house. "A moment later the two
ladies were startled by hearing cry
from the child. After firing of her
amusement she attempted to step down
of the seat, but in her revolving view
OF the house she had wound tightly
around her the long chain which at
tached the glass to the seat In front in
such manner that she was unable to
move. The process Of extricating her
was watched with considerable interest
and its successful accomplishment
greeted with round of applause from
the gallery.
Governor Shoupe of Idaho, who has
been here for two months past in the in
terests of the bill to admit that Terri
tory to Statehood, leaves for home to-
morrow. He has worked hard for the
passage Of the bill. but important mat.
ters which require his immediate atten.
tion in the Territory force him to leave
Just when his labors are on the eve of
fruition. The Governor Is charmed
with Washington, and it may be said
that the feeling Is reciprocal, for during
his brief stay here he has made host
of warm friends, who will part with
him with genuine regret.
There are two young men in this city
who have roomed together for some time
past, but who now don't speak as they
pass by. There never was any warm
friendship between them, their tastes
and habits being very dissimilar, but
they roomed together for reasons OF
economy. Upon taking the room it was
divided into two equal portions by draw
ing chalk line across the floor, each
agreeing to contine himself to his own
half of the room. They soon got used
to this and when, in the course of time,
the chalk mark became obliterated, it
was not necessary to renew it, so ac-
customed had they become to keeping
within their respective bounds.
All wentswell until last Sunday, when
a visitor called on one of the young
men. The other one was out, and the
visitor, knowing nothing about the di-
vision of the room, seated himself in
the portion belonging to the absent
man. When the latter returned and
found him there he gruf1ly ordered him
to go to his friends side of the cham.
ber. Then the fires of hatred which
had smouldered so long broke out. and
rough-and- tumble fight ensued be-
tween the two room mates, with the
result that they now occupy separate
apartments.
In garden near Mount Tabor
Church on the Tennallytown road is q
tree, which for some time past has at
uacted the attention of all passers-by,
owing to large number of curious
looking small white objects ON the
twigs and branches. Every day car
riages stop at this point and the occu-
pants gaze long and earnestly at what
seems to them to be some strang sort of
fruit or blossom; but, either owing to
their being too indolent to climb the
wall, or for fear of getting into trouble
for trespassing, none of them make a
close enough inspection to ascertain the
cause of the trees unusual appearance.
The other day Sir Julian Pauncefote
was driving ON the Tennallytown road,
and upon arriving at this point he
stopped the carriage and, raising his
gold-rimmed glasses to his eyes, gazed
long and earnestly at the tree with q puz-
Zled expression on his countenance. As
he gazed he heard loud peal of laugh
ter. Looking around to ascertain the
cause of this hilarity, he saw a group
of urchins on the other side of the road
pointing their fingers at him and shout
ing, Hi! Get onto de old bloke looking
at de egg.shells!" The mystery was
solved. The docking fruit on
the tree was nothing more nor less than
several hundred egg-shells which the
juveniles of the neighborhood had,
with an industry worthy pf better
cause, stuck all over the imbs of the
tree, producing an effect as odd as il
was novel;
1T is an erroneous idea people have
that St Patrick's Day is always such a
bad one" said gentleman to THE
CRrrIc last night "Why," continued
the speaker, instead of being the
worst, it is often the prettiest day in
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