Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1893-06-23
MIN KNEW 1T ALL,

A Tall Blonde Who Was a well-Spring OF
Partisan Information.
From the Buffalo Express.
Four girls stood on the corner Of Main and
Eagle streets on Saturday afternoon. To be
explicit, it was the northeast corner They
were all young things, sweet young things, and
they were real swell They wore puffs on the
shoulders of their cloaks and light-colored spats
and all that sort Of thing, and they were all
talking at once.
After a few minutes of simultaneous CONVEX
sation the tall blonde said: Let's go up and
hear that French woman sing"
''Oh, lets!" said the other three, rapturously.
"Min's always go clever in thinking up things
to do" said the little black-eyed girl.
''Isnt she?" inquired the other two, admir-
ingly: ;.
"Yes, let's" chorused the other three.
They all hesitated. though.
'Is she very wicked?" inquired the little
black-eyed girl
Moo; guess not" replied the tall blonde.
'Besides, who cares il she is?'
"Yes; who cares?" asked the other three
bravely, and the four tripped up the street.
They bought tickets at the box Office and
went up into the theater. man and a woman
were giving sketch. They found four seats
ard got settled in them after much giggling
and twisting. Then it was time for Violette.
She came out with big psrssol and the four
girls drew long breaths. "There she is" said
the blonde.
violette began to sing. 81 can't understand
word she says" pouted the little blsck-eyed
girl.
"She's singing about girl who went shop
ping and flirting with the storekeeper," voach-
safed the tall blonde. with some hesitation.
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other girls. adoringly.
Just everything" said the fourth
But the little black-eyed girl still pouted.
Nothing very wicked in that" she said; "I've
done 1t myself"
The tall blonde was not insensible to the adu-
lation OF her companions. She began to air her
knowledge. "This woman" she said, lis Q
singer from Paris. She sings in a cafy-shong-
tong there. Cafy-shongtongs are places where
men and women go and drink wine and have
heavenly times and singers sing risky songs to
them. Risky means naughty, you know. The
singers are called shongteuses and they make
Just awful lots Of money. One Of them named
Gweebare gets 1000 francs a week. franc is
20 cents, YOU know"
my goodness, Min," said one Of the girls,
show did you ever learn so much?"
Min said nothing. She wasn't giving away
the sources OF her information.
Then Violette began singing LA Marseil-
laise." "That's Lay Mashallays," said Min
Its the French national song. Amt il Just
heavenly? l could die hearing Lay Marshall
lays"
But it amt wicked" snapped the little
black-eyed girl.
Min didn't notice the interruption "Lay
Marshallays," she continued, twas the song
that is responsible for a whole lot Of horrible
things that the communay did over there. A
fellow named Roghair day Lisle wrote it"
"Oh, yes" said one Of the other girls, 1--WE
heard Of him Didn't he invent lisle-thread
stockings?"
"And gloves?" asked the other girl.
"Maybe he did" replied Min. Anyway, he
wrote Lay Marshallays, and it's just too sweet
for anything"
Then Violette came back again. Min listened
intently. whats she singing about?" asked
the little black-eyed girl
II can't just make out" said Min,
anyhow it don't sound as IL it was wicked, ~
said the little black-eyed girl. I'VE might Just
as well hear a lot Of Moody and Sankey hymns f"
"Maybe it is" suggested one Of the other
girls. timidly.
II wouldn't be surprised" said Min.
81 don't believe it, snapped the little girl
There was no pleasing her, SO one Of the
others turned to Min and said: ''Do you speak
French. Min?"
ooh" said Min airily. "ong pew"
"Oui," viciously said q man with long i'm
perial who sat behind the girls, "C'est bien!
Cest cela!'
Come on. girls" said the tall blonde II
just believe he's trying to fiirt with u.s."
~ wish he was" said the little black-eyed
girl as she brought up the rear of the process
sion.