Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-08-17
Approach Of the Most Delightful
Season of the Year.
CHARMING DAYS, GLORIOUS NIGHTS
Suggested by a PhiIosophizing and
Poetic Tramp.
OF GENE

An ancient and dilapidated tramp, with
hickory shirt open and inviting the breezes
to cool a weather-beaten cuticle. stood
| waiting his turn at the pump at I'd street
and Indiana avenue this morning.
'Warter!' he calculated, with a disdain-
full sniff as he eyed the dipper with some
thing like suspicion. 'Warter! Ez If I
didn't hev troubles enuff 'ithout bein'
fo'ced up agn tibet! A-doorin' ov tn hot
days I he'd mummy, but SHE'D away fun
booze, bekase booze is bad wen tn thomy-
ter goes up erbove ninety. Las mite our
box cyar wuz turned inter a gamblin hell
by thet Mucilage Jack fun Phillydelfy.
en- in tn ensooin game err craps I lost me
dough. Tharfo' drinks warter this mawn-
in, wen tn weather is jest right fur as
simylatin of tn verdant gin sling er TIL
festive schooner beer.
1T on'y goes ter prove" continued the
| tramp. after taking his. dipperful Of water
and wiping wry face on his tattered
sleeve. tibet a too clost Observance ov tn
roofs ov hygen is liable ter be misleadin' to
er mortarfyin' degree P'raps sum philos-
sorfer Id say tibet eff I'd a KEEP ez clost er
tab on moral laws ez 1 did on them OBJ
health I'd err still he'd Doodle secreted
aroun' my overalls, but thets neither here
nur tbeer. It's gone tn way O. all flesh an
finances, an l 'spect I'll hev TIL cramps eff
I'm fo'ced ter swally emmy mo- pump
warter. A dime, my fren, nd save tn wori'
tn spectykle ov much sufferin an
| thankee. Eff l meet emmy mo- gentlemen
like you terday I'll be liable ter do whut
calls my ortum act. I'm nightly like
vegetation in tn fall, Wen 1 gifts tn price,
| an l heered er long-hair tramp wunse de-
scribe me at sech time right down ter
tn groun'. He seq. SEE he:
Leaves hez they times ter fall,
And so heZ l;
TIL reason tibet we falls is cause
We both gifts dry.
9Th, ony difrunce 'tw.xt
Tn leaves an me,
Is, l falls harder an
Mo frequentlee."
An theys mo truth n POETRY in tibet,
mister, er I'm er dood
AS he walked off in an uncertain way
down the street the leaves from the NAPLES
and sycamores fell around him and gave
the weather man of The Star the first dis
tinct impression in 1898 of the fact that
autumn seemed to be coming on apace sure
enough. The cutters were Uttered with the
cry foliage ihat dropped from the boughs
ana across the parks and reservations there
were slints of brown end yellow, not alto
gether due to the steady, hot and dry spell
through which WaShinsto ton IS helplessly
passing. The thought of the coming days
Put new vigor in the veins and fresh hope
in the heart. The present seemed less dis
past years and remembered those delightful
autumns extending from September right
up to Christmas. with every day full of
sparkling ozone. Bringing color to wan
cheeks as it did to the lingering leaves, and
making life doubly worth living, when it
was spent in Washington. 1t was cheer
ing retrospect, and it inspired the still
more pleasant anticipation that in but a
little two or three weeks this fortunate
community will be entering upon just such
another season, whers delightful days will
be followed by nights of nirvana, and none
will care 10 remember that a thermometer
ever registered higher than - in the shade.
So the present weather paled into ins;g-
n.fcance and the less said about it the
better.