Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-04-26

chickens In his hand, or a measure of po-
tatoes, can throw more different kinds of a
stampede into quiet neighborhood than
any half dozen of hawkers who do their
own yelling. dis industry is something
really extraordinary, just as his brass
throatedness is something to marvel over.
He seems determined to make good" to
the huckster who employs him for his
wages, and he can just stand a block on
end and drive the occupants of the houses
to distraction.
1t is estimated by victims of the buck
sters proxy bowler that a small black
urchin can be heard for four moderate
sized blocks, and that 1t takes. on an aver
age, about twenty-four minutes for his
roise to get out of range of a given point
coming and going, that is Nervous men
have been known TO rush frantically from
their houses and attempt to bride these
calllope-Voiced hucksters' howlers to cease
their maddening shouts, but il seems that
the urchins are almost infallibly faithful
to the trust imposed in them and decline to
yield to these financial establishments.
Pleading with him does no good, either. A
nan may appear upon his front steps and
implore the black yeller in heavens name
to refrain, if he wants to save the lives
of numerous sick people in the neighbor-
hood. The proxy shrieker replies to these
supplcatiors, Dab mus be uh heap o.
sickness uhroun' heah-ah dun heeart dat
STONY all erong de street'-and then he
takes up his shouting with added force and
swifness. as If to make up for the time he
has lost In conversation with the pleader.
Fresh Shad.
The shad man is getting in his fine work
right along. too. He knows that his sea-
son is comparatively short and so he atones
for it by added vociferation. One of his
peculiarities is that he dwells with consid-
erably more insistence upon the roe" end
of his double-worded cry than he does upon
the "shad." 1t is roe-shad-roe-shad."
with the name of the fish uttered in so in
andible that if neOTole Wit
ing didn't know differently they might
reasonably conclude that he was calling
roe-rock or "roe-perch' or ''roe-eels.'
He does business and gets the money, how
ever, for Washington folks know a good
thing when il comes their way and this is
a shad town.
A Newcomer.
A comparatively new shouter Of the
streets is the man who sells coal oil from
a push cart. He has six ten-gallon cans Of
the oil arranged in sockets in the bottom of
his cart. 1t seems peculiar at first thought
that man could make a living in such a
gas-lighted town as Washington by the
sale of kerosene; but there are parlor
lamps to be filled. and coal oil answers for
a deal of scrubbing and cleaning. The oil
sellers have peculiar cry, which is not to
De understood unless ii is taken in connec-
ton with a view of the cryer and his push
cart full of cans. 1t sounds like ''ka-liIe."
with very strong accentuation on the last
sSlidpie, ana IL is repeated so rapidly that
1t sounds like the rattle of muskstry.
A tall, thin man, of middle age with a
tuft of yellow whiskers on his chin made
his appearance with huge push cart in
the southwest quarter last week and added
a rev cry to the list. 1t was ''Yaing-ky
ncshuns," delivered through the nose with
force sufficient to carry it along a couple
of blocks. The mans cart was piled high
with an indiscriminate mass of yarns but
tons, wrapper fabrics shoe strings fancy
work designs, &c, which he sold at in
credibly low prices. 1t made the Old men
and women down ION the Island think OF
the days when peddlers went around with
their packs