Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-05-28
ON MARKET MORNINGS

''Tf you've any sort of an appetite for
simple pleasures" said the clean and cool
looking man, you want to get up early, On
market mornings, and go to the market.
This is the season of the year for going
to the market OF mornings, early. / dis
covered that long years ago, and It's be-
come such fixed habit with me that
don't know what I'd do If. for some old
reason or other. the markets would shut
down. There are three market mornings
week at the market In my neighborhood,
and blamed if / don't believe I'd rather
potter around the market on these morn.
ings than travel on white steam yacht OF
my own. Understand. don't do any buy
ing at the market, except flowers. I don't
know how to buy market stuff-regular dub
at 1t. My wife attends to all that, later on
in the day. long after I'm through with my
pottering around the market. She drives
shrewd bargains with em, and haggies
with 'em over the meat cuts, and the vege-
tables, and such, and when she engages
the darby boy to fetch her basket home
It's pretty cinchy bet always that she's
got her moneys worth in the basket. But
that's her business I don't go to the mar
ket to buy. but just to absorb the whole
some and heaHhful market influences into
my system. It's my way OF getting as close
to old Mother Nature as can. I've got no
chance worth mentioning to get next to the
good old girl any other way. anyhow. and
that's one Of the reasons I enjoy my mar
ket mornings so much.
Got regular little program for the
market morning. Fix the alarm clock the
night before for haf-past five. and then,
morning. I grab It and choke 1t to death,
SOS 1t won't get my wife too thoroughly
awakened. Then the cold plunge. and the
dressing in the old things. and the
Well. sir. IT'S certainly surprising to see
'em all there SO busy at that hour In the
morning. Makes a fellow feel as II he's not
much of hustler to see broad-awake mar
hours before settled down to trading and
traf1cking ut that early hour In the morn
ing. They're Just as bright and brisk and
snappy as II It were high noon instead OF
way that you can figure II out that they've
ever been to bed in their lives.
"And there's the truck and stun all heap
ed up. fresh and fra grant and wholesome.
and. try as may, l cant possibly get It
ever got It all plucked or pulled out OF the
ground and loaded onto wagons and
brought into town over bridges and things
and stacked up 80 neatly and attract1vely,
unless they sta rted way last February to
get the wagon load ready that they're sell
ing this morning; can't make 1t out at all
how they ever got such move on them as
all that. And that gets me to thinking OF
the bully old rides they've had Of 1t into
town with their truck through leafy vistas
along wood-fra grant roads and alongside
little old laughing streams. with the birds
and bugs a-singing all around and then
/ feel a sneaKy sort o laundering to shln
out to the country myself and go barefoot
ed. and Just sit around listening to the
wind in the branches overhead-ever notlce
the queer sort Of music the wind makes IN
the branches overhead?
And the flowers Of the market! Say.
don't know the names of many OF EN-
only flowers In the market at all now ina.
I know the name OF are the snowDalls: put
there are scores Of other kinds about which
I'm densely and hopelessly ignorant. ana
glad Of It: don't even know whether they he
wild or cultivated But 1 know the looks
Of them. and the smell of EN- and the
queer old associations of Ideas they give
me as lounge by their pretty and smiling
heads: and II the flowers that drift to the
market at this season of the year are not
capable of making you feel good with your.
self for hours. afterward. than I'm just
sorry for you, old man. I sure am.
always carry an armful OF 'em home. and
get scolded by my wife for my extrava-
gance-extrayagance! when you can get
ton of those beautiful market flowers now
for about two bits-and she fixes EN- no in
vases for the breakfast table. and have
their little old fragrant nodding heads to
look at and marvel over while I'm eating.
Got one grievance about the. flowers.
though. Can't find any Jacqueminot roses
just jack roses. we used to call 'em. Say.
do you know I haven't seen or smelt any
jack roses-most sumptuous and fragrant
OF fowers!-for eight or ten years? 1
don't know what's become OF the jack
roses I ask people about it. and nobody
knows. used to get 'em by the armful
for the breakfast table years and years
ago. but they've gone away along with
those same yesteryears, and don't believe
they're ever going to come back any more.
And I guess. after all this traipseing up
and down the market from 8 to- say half
past o'clock in the morning. seeing all
OF the fine things to eat. and all Of the
contented and healthy folk. and Cabling
and Cabling with 'em. and smelling all of
those wonderful clusters Of flowers that I
don't know the name of-say. guess when
l get back to the house and f1nd the break
fast ready and waiting on the tablet
guess the coffee doesn't taste good, and
maybe the cigar after the coffee isn't the
most gorgeous smoke Of the day. Why IL
| had to make choice. I'd rather go to a
Washington market of morning early
than go down to the Atlantic City BOARD
walk at the same hour any timer