Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-01-09

4 ..c Is gently opened. A man weigh
ing eighteen stone, with three chns and
a waxed mustache. squeezes in
Are they done?' he inquiries, insinuat-
ingly
so dreadfully sorry" answers the re-
ception room young lady, but the printing
weather.
'Br-r-r-rph! Weather be-br-r-r-r-rph!
Fraud!-money under false pretenses!-out-
rage!--warn the public!-" exit, mutter-
Ing. bursting with wrath, and banging the
door,
The reception room young lady blithely
resumes her humming and unconsciously
dabs black crescent under her left eye,
giving her face a certain period-of-Louis-
Quartorze appearance. The door is opened
determinedly. A little old lady with per-
oxide hair, enameled countenance, and a
Misunderstanding spangled veil marches
up to the desk with the firm air of Lady
Jane Grey going to the block.
u want my proofs says she, ominously
so dreadfully sorry, but they're not"
young woman, how dare you! How can
you have the impertinence to stand there
and tell me-
"Oh, just a moment, I'll see" (reception
room young lady talks mysteriously in
speaking tube leading to floor above, and
while the old lady with the peroxide hair
stu fumes the proofs drop down another
tube)
Here they are. They are splendid"
Then She is Indignant.
The enameled lady looks at them. 1t is
fully two minutes before she is able to
speak.
Splendid! did you say? Are these sup
posed to represent me? Have you the I'M
holy assurance to calmly tell ME that
these horrible caricatures are intended to
| believe you have done this a-purpose,
You have got the proofs mixed! This wo-
man Is eighty years old! But she's got on
the same waist and flowers that 1 wore.
It's conspiracy! Won't endure it! That
man that sat me was"
But you can have another sitting"
sWeetly. Anyway. the negatives will look
dinerent Altogether after they've been re-
touched. and those shadows and wrinkles"
Wrinkles! Are you deliberately trying
to insult me? Do YOU no
Wrinkles. caused by little oyer-ex
Posure OF the plates, and a trihe too much
little baby's face, you know. shows
wrinkles in the proofs, and"
on, really; had no idea. Well, 1 sup
pose III have to sit again. Would you
wear that same waist, Or (Old lady.
notified. enters at length into the corsage
question with the reception room Young
woman. and departs for the studio above
beaming)
The r. r. Y L. huns some more and
dabs a. turtle, upside down. on her chin.
Enter an old gentleman, who looks like
Chauncey Depew's double. He looks upon
the young woman behind the desk With
rakish eye.
All, my dear young lady, you"
Yes. sir. they're all done-so dreadfully
sorry to have kept you waiting"
Somewhat Disappointed.
Are you. now my dear?" archly. "You
must not be sorry. Little girls should not
be sorry; they should be happy. gay, joy
GUS
"Yessir. Here they are'
All! thanks!' Looks at them. Humph!
Well. let's see. Humph! can't say that
think your artist has been particularly
successful. He seems to have-why no
confound it all. he hasn't hit me off at all!
Can 1t be possible that I haven't got any
more hair than that? And my dear Young
lady, I'll leave 1t to you il I've any such
saucers under my eyes as that
Its the high light. sir The high light,
you Know. gives character to gentleman's
face, even If it does sometimes make quite
young gentlemen look quite elderly The
retoucher could have removed all of the
lines and the deeper shadows but it would
nave been such a shame to have spoiled all
the firmness and strong character and
thoughtfuness and"
We'll. well. bless me, is that so? Why.
my de-umph!-I guess you're right Don't
by Jove! I actually believe they're good.
Ell, little one?-umph! But fear I'm get.
ting on. getting on! When a man an
proaches forty, you know. my de-umph!L
well, goodbye, my pretty one goodbye;
go-o-d-bye! (Smiles greasfly, squares
his shoulders and departs airily)
All of this happened inside of ten min
utes at well-known Washington photo
graph gallery the other afternoon The
Star man who was Off in another corner
of the room. rehearsing the row he in
tended to kick up if his pictures were not
finished. concluded that humility was the
best diplomacy. Therefore, the reception
room young lady spake unto him these
things:
A Leaf From Her Experience.
There are over hundred just like
those three in here every day. Patience?
Why, I couldn't stay here five minutes If