Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-07-07


tili the man even of arm self-contrH feels
IKE running amuck. 10 That Grand Old
kas The grand old rag Of the song.
don't pursue the vagarses of ra9-time
music" is none other than the starry
emblem of the United States, which IL quite
generously patted on the folds. as IL were.
tn the songs words, and approved as some-
thing strictly all right" or stun TO that
general eject II isn't the kind Of q song
having reference TO the hopeless vuigarfty
the ready patriotic man would care to
listen to twice.
To get at this matter OF being fooled In
folks. then.
One OF the big pier band, started that
tune the other night and the men of the
band sang the chorus. We looked around
| at the sea Of faces to mark whether disap-
prevail OF the rough bit OF music would
be written on any of them. While we were
thus looking one Of the most frivolous and
inconseIleatial-appeari young men we
nave nave seen Tor long time arose from his
place with great dignity. and In tone of
utter sobriety protested that that song
wasn't fit to be heard by American people
He wasn't, az II might be supposed intoxl-
Gated. He WAS tust sore even II he was a
frivoious-appearing young male. and his
words struck the writer hereof as being
admirable In tone and temper All the
| same. he was man-handled OF the pier by
punch or special cops. and the band
went right on playing The Grand Old
Rag"
Classic Approval.
Two evenings later. while the Hungarian
band of one OF the hotel rathskeilers was
performing some operate melodies of a
high grade. and performing them we'll. we
| noticed very accommodating man.
seated at one OF the tables. directing
his waiter to request the leader OF the or
chestra to play a certain piece, The man
looked at least like Justice of the Supreme
Court
'Har' said we to ourselves, ITS about
two to one that the old gentleman has
asked for some composition far and away
above the heads of that orchestra. excel
lent as 1t IS. Probably he wants some
Tschaikowsky concerto. or a suite by
Brahms. or something OF that sort and.
of course, the Hungarian ieader'n be
stumped."
The profound-lookng mans waiter ap-
preached the leader. whispered something
to him. and the Hungarian leader looked
very very tired.
Then he sienaIed to his players. and the
orchestra struck into the unspeakable bar
barities OF That Grand Old Rag" while
the profound-lookinK man Just rocked to
and fro at his table with sheer delight
Which only helps to prove that ell hu-
| man handicapping systems fail In Atlantic
City.
Frank, Honest Eyes.
This is a deceitful and tricky world, even
along the beach fronts thereof
The other forenoon we stood for long
time and watched one OF those young sand
sculptors at work below the board walk.
He was an engaging looking young fellow,
with a pair of large frank blue eyes. and
there didn't seem to be bit of guile about
him as he worked away at the figure OF
Mr.. Roosevelt in the act OF giving utterance
to that quite famous pronunciamento about
the square deaf. The sculpturing young
man had finished two or three figures be-
fore We got there-a lion couchant, with a
most ferocious expression OF countenance.
a somewhat heavy-limbed and lop-sided
Venus and SO on.
His large placarded piece of canvas.
stretched out below the board walk to re-
ceive the coins of the passers-by. was in
place. The legend on the piece of canvas
set forth the fact that the youthful scuip-
tor was collecting enough voluntary sub
scriptions to enable him to take his first
course In sure-enough sculpture In the fall.
The people leaning over the railing. gag
ing at the sand sculptor at work, didn't
seem to be possessed Of any irresistible i'm
pulse to throw their money down on the
piece OF canvas-untfl something happened
A Smasher of Images.
A rough-looking young fellow, in obvious
possession OF what is colIoquiaily known az
jag. weaved along precariously. and. see
ing the sculpturins operations down below.
leaned over the rail to have look.
He didn't seem to approve OF the sculp-
tors products, finished or unfinished, ut all.
In fact. he tossed quite a number OF rtbald
remarks at the sculptor, who continued at
his work, unheeding.
Then the man with the jag deliberately
picked up plank that was ready on the
board walk at that point to be used for
some repairs. and threw the plank. sharp
end downward, right at the head of the re-
cumbent sand lion smashing the lion to all
kinds Of smithereens before the eyes of the
spectators.
"Brutei" "Loaferl' and other erithets
were hurled at the rough-looking citizen
by the gazers, but he only laughed raucous-
ly and took up his way along the board
walk.
surveyed the smashed Hon, and made as il
to brush away the unbidden tears that
sprang to his eyes.
It's shame. that's WHAT said a kind
Unlocking man in the watching crowd, and
he chucked silver dollar down on to the
piece of stretched canvas.
A great many OF them. keenly sympathiz-
Ing with the sculpturfng young fellow.
promptly followed suit, and there was q
shower OF dimes and quarters and half dol
lars, and even two or three more silver dol
lars on the piece Of canvas. The young
man who's going to study sure-enough
sculpturing looked up with gratitude In his
fine large frank blue eyes. and gathering
up the silver pieces. went on with his work.
Fine! But I saw them work the same
performance at a point lower along the
board walk on the very next morning. The
same sculpturing young man, the same
Jagged Individual TO throw the plank, the
same kindly-looking man to say that 1t was
a shame and start the voluntary subscrip-
ton, but another crowd, OF course, to fall
for 1t and to chuck away their money.
It's an unproductive day when some kind
of a new one to get the money isn't in
vented by the ng-the-best-they-can bunch
down here, but this one is the most in
genious one rugged up SO far this season.
c. L. c.
Gossip.