Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-08-21

0r-they' ll-do-you business at that. For ex-
ample, the only fun to be had at the Wash
irgton or the Fulton Markets in New York
city is to watch the unintermittent haggling
between customers and boothmen, and out
of this incessant dickering, amusement at
length ceases to be extracted. One visit to
New York city market contributes (along
with so very many other things) to still
more firmly rooted understanding of the
fact that the "cosmopolitanism of New
York is n legend of the Golden Fleece. To
employ another bit of mythology. visit
to a New York city market. somehow or
another, suggests the Augean stables and
the need for a modern Hercules.
The Fair Who Follow "a Fad.
washingtonians who fancy that every
body is out of town at this season would
be disabused of such a notion by a mid
morning visit to the Center Market. When
a morning assemblage at the market is
suggestive of the fashionable congregation
at a dog or chrysanthemuEl show, it
would appear that there are at least few
folks left in town. The summer solstice
food shoppers who thread the stalls OF
Washingtons Center Market are arrayed
and furbelowed, very many of them, as If
fer function-the marketing faddlsts,
that is. The marketing faddists are, for
the most part. young matrons and young
women not yet matrons but in training for
the title, their marketing, perhaps, part
Of the training. They arrive at the market
in barouches and yictorias and landaus,
even in dog-carts, some OF them, so that
the line of carriages extended along the
curbs is of matinee dimensions, or like the
equipage display at an afternoon theo-
scphical conclave. Huge, inspiring. high
skied New Workers think New York is
over there they don't have to have beau
tiful cop with a beautiful mustache to call
off carriage numbers outside their market
storm doors. We do here
Some of the midmorning marketing fad
dists bring. seated alongside them i'll their
tCrnouts. demure-eyed maids with bolster
cusly white caps and aprons to serve as
basket bearers. Some of them-not ALL the
idea having taken root that to be uncom-
promising in versimilitude, and to carry the
thing through to finish, ii is desirable for
the matron or the is-to-be matron with the
marketing fad to carry her own basket
just like the poor, dear things wno've been
packing baskets around all the days of
their lives So that, latterly, a good many
OF them draw up to the market curbs in
solitary splendor clutching their baskets as
they step from their rigs.
Awful Possibilities.
Baskets? Yes. it is necessary to call them
that, for they are made of wicker, and have
the general shape and conformation of
marketing baskets: only they look as if
they might have been designed by Lillipu-
t:ans for Lilliputians. They are like the
baskets the girls carry for nosegay gath
ering in Vatican pictures. Toy marketing
baskets, threaded with double and triple
circlets of pale pink and baby blue ribbon.
One shoulders TO think of the appearance
the inner ribbons would present should
say, couple of pounds of liver or kidneys
or world-weary egg or so, get adrift
within their packages inside the basket
Rut it would be a shudder wasted. The
baskets are never numbered by any such
horrible things. They are carried for the
same reason that bonbon boxes and fans
and quizZing glasses are carried-if any one