Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-10-14
HER VIEWS OF PEOPLE


The hatchet-faced woman with the car
roty hair ard the pince-nez. who makes a
point to arrive AT the theater about three
quarters OF an hour before curtain rise In
oreer to see EN- all come In. favored the
lonesome-looling husband who accompanied
her with her usual monologue of criticism
the other night
The Rubberer caught 1t something like
this.
Um. Here comes that Souseish man.
just wonder where his wife is? Never see
her with him at all any more. OF course
he isn't to be blamed SO much for wanting
TO be alone. when II comes TO that. for she
certainly has got to be frayed and fraz-
zled-looking poor thing: deed she has,
saw her at the market couple of mornings
ago. and of all the parchmenty-looking
ores!
.'Souseish looks like he's drinking hard
again. doesn't he? It's a wonder to me how
| men can stand all their drinking. That
mar is just picked. declare If pneu-
monia was to come along and nip him.
he'd go or just like fash. HIN. That
Tuxedo he wears all the time is getting
pretty seedy. No wonder he can't AFFORD a
new one, when anybody by the
locks of him that he spends every cent he
makes for drink
"Oh, there come those Gitleft girls. Did
you ever?-the whole three Of them to-
gcther. as usual, and trying to act kittenish
and young. and not a man. or even an imi-
tation OF man, along with EN-:
Il guess those poor Gitleft girls find 1t
hard enough to keep up appearances.
Mercy sakes alive. 1 know that Mildred
Gitleft-Mildreds the eldest of the three.
and she's every bit as old as l am. If she's
! a day-Mildred has had that baby blue
silk waist with the cream lace, for. six
years. and gracious sakes only knows how
many times she's made it over. the poor
old skinny thing! suppose we'll be seeing
q n
did you ever in all your born days see
such fright of hat as that on Aggie
Gitleft? If she hasn't been using that same
piece of brown cotton velvet on that hat for
| four years. she's never used 1t at all!
And why, In mercy's name, will Gertie
Gitleft just absolutely persist in wearing
cloth opera cloak? II she'd only have it
cleaned, it wouldn't be so frightful but
| now!
| "Humph There comes that Nixbother
| won an. without her husband. as usual. and
| with that horrid Whatsyuse woman drag
| ging after her, as she always Is. Now,
| Nixbother, If only for the sake of appear
| ances, would be seen with her hus-
band once IN a while? OF course we all
| know that he's a brute. and that he spends
every leisure minute that he grab In
| playing poker-and there some queer
| stories about his poker playing. l hear
| but why don't they separate. then, instead
| OF just going on making people wonder
| their heads off about them?
| IT'S a blessing they have no children.
| deed 1t is I think for couple like that
| to bring poor dear little innocent children
| into the world-oh, there's that young De
Mungpung of the Patagonian legation. So
| dis tangy, don't you think? And everybody
| says he's SO dreadfully, frightfully wicked
and dissipated. law me!
and there comes that spiteful Warm
| front woman with her pudgy husband, and
| that same old empire fan she's been using
| for a whole generation, and that picture
vintage DeluRei
Nicely mated pair, amt they? She must,
| weigh fully eighty-three pounds. and he
| weighs so near 2T5 that there isn't any fun
in it, I declare. Land sakes, isn't he the
| CON mon-looking pudge of man. though!
| Now, if you didn't know. wouldn't you
| really take him for a driver of brewery
| wagon? Just think how man like that
must snore-it's too awful to even think
about And did you ever see such whole
| acre of bald head as he's got! And yet
| she tries to make everybody believe that
he's the handsomest thing in Washington!
"Humph, here comes that Nicelot wo-
man, with her two big lubbers of over
| grown sons. Now, don't you really think
| that she brings those two big lummoxes
| Of boys to the theater with her just for
| effect-just to sort o throw around herself
an atmosphere of domestic devotion and
| all that sort Of thing?
| MY, but isn't it funny how she tries to
| make up, in spite of her being with those
| two great hulking sons of hers! My. from
| that waist she has on, you'd think she was
| about twenty-three, and she's every day Of
| fifty, IL she's minute-don't I know?
| Didn't live In the same neighborhood with
| her when we were girls?
| "And here comes that dissipate d-looking
| Stiffclip boy. Something queer about him
| didn't you hear? You know, he was out
| of sight for about three months last winter.
| Well I won't go SO far to say that 1t
| was forgeryI never speak Ill of anybody
| but I do know that his father made a
mighty sudden trip, to New York, and
young Stiffclip looked mighty pale and I'M
| derfed when he came back after his three
| months queer absence, and l know that
| his people were just worried to death for
| fear folks would find out where he'd been.
| And he's going with the Notnext girl now.
| too, and she's lovely, innocent thing and
| doesn't suspect a thing about him. and
| deed I think it would be only right for
| some one to tell her,deed l dol
| .'um. here comes that Waitabit and that
| old girl he's been going with for about
| fifteen years or SO. l wonder If those two
| are ever in this wide world going to get
| married? What on earth they can be wait
| ing for I'm sure don't see. She positive
| ly looks careworn with waiting, and-oh,
! there's that Swellerino girl that the men all
| think is so pretty. Well, the men must all
| be blinder'n bats, that's all I've got to say
| If they only knew how she's made up
| that she has little bits of beady eyes. and
| that she squints? And padding-me oh my
| padding land sakes-and all the men,
poor simple things go In ecstasies over
what they think is her figure. My, but
| when she steps out of all those pads
| why
| lust then the curtain went up, however,
| and the monologue got mixed up with the
| action of the play.