Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1905-09-29
OLYMPIA WASHINGTON FRIDAY MORNING, SEPT 29 1906

with cup and lead pencils. No one
seems to see him, for not a coin has
been dropped in the cup for twenty
! minutes.
Here we notice man with badge
on his hat which proclaims him to be
Blind Pete" His wife, also blind, is
beside him. They are both musicians.
He plays the violin, while his wife
seconds him on an autoharp. She
also sings. They play and sing SEEM
ingly contented and happy with them
selves and the world.
The strains of popular waltz,
played by fair orchestra, attracts our
attention. It's a dance-hall. In we
stroll, and no more than get inside
when woman with abbreviated skirt
and much kalsomined face, insists
upon Us dancing the waltz. She is
made up" to represent, in years. a
blushing schoolgirl OF 16 or II, but
the buxom woman is over forty years
old, If day. There are many in the
place such as she. Declining the
dance, we are once more in the street.
With piano, violin, or mechanical
instrument, in each saloon playing,
the horn and drum of the Salvation
Army working overtime, the whistles
OF the locomotives and steamers, the
blare of trombone and cornet, street.
car bells and gong sounding, and then
to cap it all, the patrol wagon coming
down the street with its rattle and
clang of gong, it's wonder that one
can keep his brain settled and COM
posed long enough to get above the
so-called dead-line."
Here is the man in the sandwich
wagon, serving chicken, pigsfeet, egg
and ham sandwiches to the crowd
around it. Now the gasoline stove is
ablaze, and soon a crowd of men have
gathered about. Now some fellow
shouts: "Put the stove on your but
ter, it will carry it out and you will
not get burned" Everyone laughs at
this greasy joke, and in the meantime
the cook has extinguished the blaze
without ringing in an alarm. The
excitement in this quarter is over.
Now a crash of broken glass is
heard over on the corner, opposite the
sandwich van, the crowd rushes over
there. In goes a policeman, brings
out two young fellows who have been
caught in the act of fighting, and who,
in the melee, have broken q window
pane. One fellow says: Take him,
too" He hit me first" the other
one retorts. Do you suppose was
going to stand there and let you beat
me to desth" "Give me cigarette"
says the smallest fellow, "and Harry,
be sure and bail me out in the morn
ing" Soon the hurry up" wagon is
here, few words spoken by the Of
ficer, and away they 60 to appear be-
fore the police court Monday morning.
Ever changing views of sunlight
and shadows. Here comes three girls,
mere skeletons.
A few years ago they were the JOY
and sunshine OF happy home, beau.
tiful once, but now-it is the same old
tale. They are we'll known in the
tenderloin" as fiends - morphine,
cocaine, hop, etc:-and whose only
excuse for living is the hope of getting
more "dope" tomorrow.
All, what misery, dispair and wretch
ness!
Perhaps the man who started them
on their downward career laughs at
them now, but surely he will be given
his just punishment some day. This
is living death.
Now comes q fellow who is COM
paratively . boy, begging for ten
cents to get bite to eat. A good
natured man from Nome gives him a
dollar. We watch him. He does not
60 to a sandwich van, chop house or
restaurant, but passes them by. But
into . drug store he goes. Soon he
comes out, and bless you he can't wait
to get to his room-if he has such .
thing-before taking shot," as the
fiends say. Up goes his sleeve, push,
and tits done, and away he goes, as
happy, seemingly, as . clam, to use
the white stuff" up and when he has
no more he will beg again.
And now we rsmsmber tits the close
OF the week-how gratefully it comes
to toiling millions. Even those who
scoff at religion and its institutions,
acknowledge the wise if not divine
ordination of the Sabbath day OF
rest and peace-wise because it an
swers one of the greatest OF human
wants, as no other device could an
swer it. As the shadows OF evening
fall, the mechanic, the artisan, lays
down their toll armor, the finger.worn
needle-woman folds up her work that
alas, calls for too scanty a pittsnce,
and homeward from every busy haunt
90 the host whose bands surrounds
us with comforts and luxuries OF life.
And how quiet becomes the bustling
city of Seattle, before so full OF the
music OF diverse yet mingling labor !!
The anthems OF wheels die away over
the deserted streets, and solitude and
repose reign master of the hour. Soil.
tude, so welcome to every better sense; ;
repose, 90 sweet after the weeks toll,
and to be unbroken for dsy-repose
which brings reflection and medita.
tions, culturing the soul by Q review
OF the experiences through which it
has passed. Joy be with all in such
hours. How quiet are all things, fair
Luna so calm and placid.
A shrek, like blade of steel, cuts
the air. My God! What can it be
murder?
All, no, it's only the hot tomale man
yelling: "Chicken tomales, three for
q quarter"
The moonbeams shine on his can.
He wanders on down the street.
And as the first faint streaks OF
dawn begin to peep, the fresh breeze
from off the Pacific flirting with the
leaves of the trees, am compelled to
admit, as l stroll along, that he who
wrote: "One.half OF the world knows
not how the other half lives" told the
truth, nothing but the truth.
LUE F. VERNON.
THERE is a certain brand OF charity
that will give a man q crust and then
steal his coat.
TRUE love is founded on the rock OF
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