Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-06-17
AROUND THE CITY

| She was watching the airship
| Her basket of wash hung over her ging-
| ham arm, and her upturned face. brown
| and crinkled like cured tobacco and shiny
| from heat reflected with map-like faithful
ness the emotions that beset her.
EFF dat man skylarkin' up yander don't
| come long down TO de yearth. whar he
| b'longs, he's gwine be drownded in dem
clouds-ain't dat so, lady?"
| The woman who happened to be standing
| beside her. with her neck also craned up
| toward the sky, answered, with the friend
illness due to ''aunty" of the old regime:
| Hes all right Maybe you and 1 will be
| flying around like that some day
| NO indeedy, chilei Amt nobody gwlne
| trick me into flynn in de face er Helm like
| dat De good Lawd make de yearth fob
| man, an de sea fob fish, an de air fob
| birds. An when man he start In an grab
moren his share FUN de fish an de birds,
| den dis worl am comm to an end. Amt
| got any washin' fob me, is you, lady? My
madam done shet UP de house an gone of
! fob de summer an I aln't got but dis one
| wash--an' de genl'm he don't change but
| once a week SOS to keep de pay down to
1 thutty cents. Laws er mercy, look up at
! dat fool man swoopin' aroun like swafler
| over barn. Now, amt he a sight? Gimme
! a crick In my neck, watchin' him. l has
| misery in my side. De doctor at de 'spens ~
at de 'Mergency Hosptl gimme medicine
| ION II, DuL u0 pam am 6oiiS y0e. liz ~
| know DR. Bun-nett at de 'spens'ry. what s
| daid? He took a catrack off dis eye an
made it good new agfn; sent me to
Province Hosptl an cured me up lanes If
I'd been white, wiv passle of cash In man
| pocket. Dj evan know him, lady,?
| Yes, the woman had known DR.. Burnett.
| He had been a good friend of hers.
He sholy was powf'l good to cuiled folks
| Jes look at dat flying man up wander!
Amt he a scan'lous sight, thought
| Yes; that is one of the most wonderful
| sights the world can show. He is proving
| what man can do.
| of de Lam to talkl You amt got no call
| to steddy what man kin do. You gotter
/ steddy what Gawd kin do. An II Gawd
| had 'er wanted man to fly sames bird
| He would a-gin him wings an tail feath-
| ers."
| To have laid a rough touch on such faith
| would have been to rob a little child.
/ And the woman was no robber, for as she
turned to go she slipped something into a
brown hand that half century of drudgery
had calloused into a claw.
"Thanky kindly, lady I gwine git me
| some kiah tickets an little dram. l lives
| away over yander in Gawgetown. Eff you
| tell me whar you live mout come an do
| some scrubbin' fob you eff you got any ole
shoes. I amt none er yoh niggah trash
| what takes things fun white ladies' an
| don't do nuthin' fob it mout do you up
nice white shut walls fob dis IF GEMS
Never mind" answered the white wo-
1 man. Il give Ii 10 you IN memory Oh our
! good friend, DR.. Burnett.
| couple Of tourist ladies were sight
| seeing" that flower bed in the White House
| grounds between the fountain and the front
| rails. 1t was apparently great shock TO
their sensbilities, for the one in the black
! skirt and white waist, and who was wearing
| eyeglasses, said
| "If ANYBODY had a-told me Mrs. Roosevelt
grew these common things in her front gar
| den wouldn't a-believed EN- on oath.
| Them hollyhocks amt even doubles.
| added the one in the black skirt and white
least have had EN- doubles and streaks, but
they are nothing but plain, everyday
"If she'd a-asked me could a-told her
| that the only place for pennies and holly
hooks is alongside the back yard fence. !
declare. Luce, I'm ashamed to go home and
| tell about EN-"
| For goodness sake, Nettie. II she amt
| got blue flags CROWN around that foun-
| tain
1t was too true; there were undoubtedly
| blue flags growing around the fountain.
| And In the bed were big-headed peonies
| flushing from pink to crimson, holiyhocks
with their wooly-green buds bursting into
| bloom, and airy stalks of gay blossoms that
| danced like happy, live things IN the WIND.
But they had no memory-freighted charm
| for the tourist ladies'.
1t was stuffy little place. with phono-
| graph footing out songs
If you walked by slowly you could see
| sweaty-faced man behind a counter, and
| behind him a lot of bottles and TASKS on
! shelves In the windows there were cards
1 and shortcut and two cigar boxes with
| their lids up to show oriental ladies'. And
| IL you listened. between toots. you could
| hear the pop OF beer. It was simply awful.
| To be quite accurate. 1t was simply awful
| to two little old ladies in black. who looked
as IL they seldom got down town and who
| had stopped to listen to the ungodly bray
| ing of the horn. and then, dear, little old
souls. had fingered to watch In shocked as
| constituent the callow youths and couple
| OF out-of-work-lo looking men who loafed In
| the wide-open door, To the average passer
| 1t was simply common.
| "Sds jimmie, iEnt 1t comfort to know
we have no sons to be led away by this
awful temptationi"
Sis jimmie was probably duly thankful.
| but she failed to say 50. On the contrary.
being less white and wrink1ed and docile
| fhan the other she was probably the guide.
Come along, Sis Rosie, we oughtnst to
| be standing bore
She gave SIS Rosie pull and tho two
started on. when the braxen horn footed
ont Ia nhrill, girligh soprano, 'xll leave
my happy home Tor you
dhen ssGds' Rosie stood stock still.
sszs Jimmie, can't leave that poor girl
| in there. auppose It WAS one Of our own
why, there's no sixl n there rs jist