Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-02-04
COLD WEATHER JAGS
Men Get Bibulous When the
Mercury Drops
AND DO FUNNY THINGS
AS A GENERAL RULE THEY
MEAN NO HARM.
Think Its Good Way to Keep Warm
How Different People Con-
duct Themselves.
DO FUNNY THINGS


drink themselves than during ordinary peri
DDS when the capital is distinguished by
it's usual salubriousness of climate. One of
the several reasons for this is that there is
a gradually diminishing but still numerical
ly strong class of citizens who possess the
medieval notion that there is possibility
of keeping warm during blizzard days un-
less one applies continuous assortment OF
hot and rebellious liquors to ones blood
1t was observed by a number of men
whose business required them to be abroad
that there were a quite unusual number of
noticeably Jagged men on the streets of
Washington on Saturday afternoon last.
They were, for the greater part quite In
offensive and benevolent lot of blizzard de-
fcerS, and few of them We're taken IN by
the police unless their condition Indicated
that they would be in danger of suffering
from exposure if they were not got under
shelter. A great many of them promptly
obeyed the well-meant suggestion of the
policeman that it would be wise for them
to take cabs and get home as speedily as
possible, and none of them gave any real
trouble.
One of the benevolent blizzard "jags"
leaned against an awning pole near the
corner of Pennsylvania avenue and 18th
street about s O'Clock on Saturday night
last disregardful of the penetrating wind
that was searching the bones of hurrying
pedestrians rushing TO get home. He was
big, finely dressed man verglng upon mid
die age, and the awning pole seemed to be
coming in pretty handy for him. AS he
leaned against the friendly stanchion, APP
parently in deep thought. a small black
newsboy passed in front of him.
In Generous Mood.
'Hey, you dinge boy said the thinker.
reckoning to the youngster.
sSuh?" queried the newsboy stopping in
front of the man.
Hash your wife n family n babiesh n
yr sishsters n y'r coushins n y'r auntsh
got plenty O. goosh n cabbage FIR t'morrow
-tmorrow'sh Sunday, amt it?
"Ah amt got no wife yit, suh?' replied
the darby boy, gripning.
Huh? Amt go wife t love you-t' lam
you good-thish kin O. blishardy weather."
said the benevolent man. SHAY, you're
up againsht it. 1 got a wife that'n keep
me warm all right when I get home-yesh,
she'll warm me all ri,'' and he grinned
knowingly: SHAY, you go an buy y'she'f
shumshin' t keep you warm" and he I'M
steadily pulled a big wad from the side
pocket of his ulster skinned off the first
note that came to his hand-which happen
ed to be one of the 50 variety-and
handed it to the newsboy.
Then the benevolent jag pushed himself
away from the awning pole, majestically
and tremendously buttoned up his overcoat
to prove to himself and to all hands that
ne was totally and absolutely sober. and
stepped high If precariously, toward a
nearby cab stand, the black boy gazing
after him and then at the 50 bill with big
eyes.
One of the Benign Variety. ~
Another snugly clad man Of less than
middle age had a blizzard Jag" of the
benevolent and benign variety along with
him at the corner of 9th street and Penn
sylvania avenue on the same night, some
what earlier. In addition to the blizzard
accumulation. he also had brace of de-
nestle ducks along with him-hne, fat
birds which, however, slung over the mans
shoulder without any sort of wrapping on
them, caused the passers-by to calculate
that their possessors handsome overcoat
wouldn't be much improved by them.
A young fellow in workman's clothes
passed by, and, observing the wabbly state
of the man with the ducks, went up to him.
"Hey. there, jurge,' he said to the man
who was fighting the blizzard, sit amt
none o my butt-in, but that quilt o
yours II look like somethin' hangfn' out
on D street by tn time you git home. with
them buzzards floppin' all over It, Better
stake yrself t. cab. Want me t git
one FIR you?"
The man with the brace of ducks brought
the birds around in trent of him and looked
them over without enthusiasm. Then he
surveyed, critically, the young workman
who was addressing him.
Got the Birds.
'I dunno whether I want thesh birdsh,
or Iobshters, or whatever they are, or not
he said, nusingly. "Jush won EN- in
rattle. Gosh me bout fourteen bones t.
chuck lice for EN- Get pair ducks any
where FIR couple dollarsh, can't you? But
look at tn fun I had. Shay, Jim, dye
want theshe birdsh?"
t'Well, I amt graftin you. understan,'
but they wouldn't hurt me clothes as much
as they do yours, replied the young work.
man, grinning.
dTell you whash,'' said the owner of the
ducks, "you let me hit you wish EN-, an
you can have 'em. Shee? That all rip
"Sure thing" replied the young chap.
s'It's not tn birds I'm thinkin' of SO much
as your spoilin that swell blanket you've
got on"
The man with the ducks raised them, to-
gether, with great difficulty, above his
head, and swung them for the young fell
lows head. The young man lodged, and
after the possessor of the blizzard Jag"
had whirled around three times with the
momentum of the swing he let go of the
birds and the young workman dexterously
caught them before they struck the pave
ment.
"You win" said the man with the biz
Yard Jag" "Birdsh were a nooshance t
me. anyhow Didn't want t go home with
ducksh. F I went home, might have t.
shtay there. She'd corral me. an then
maybe she'd shwipe m clothesh. an that
'ud be me finish Amt goin' home. Coin
t. shtay out an fight off bliZzhard an have
shmore fun. Watch me!'
Then he cut across the street lodging a
green car miraculously, and disappeared
into a hotel cafe.
Money to Burn.
A blizzard defer who seemed to be look
ing for opportunities to burn money en-
joyed himself quite lot at the corner OF
7th and e streets on Saturday evening. He
walked up to a shivering Greek who had a
copple of dozen toy balloons swung from a
leather band around his arm. The blizzard
fighter stood off and surveyed these toy
balloons as if he had never seen anything
of the kind before in the whole course Of
his life Then he wabbled over to the
Greek.
SHAY" he inquired thickly, will they
burn?"
The Greek grinned and showed his white
teeth. The money burner slowly removed
his cigar from his mouth and pressed the
lighted end against the side of one of the
balloons. There was small, soaring col
umn of fame, and the strings to which the
balloons had been attached struggled over
the amazed Greeks arm. There wasn't a
balloon left, and the Greek was out, OF
business. He was too much astonished to
say a word. He merely looked at the
strings on his arm, and then gazed mourn
fully at the man with the blizzard fight