Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-10-07
AROUND THE CITY

| A sailor from the Italian ship was swing
| ing along the avenue. At the corner OF
| 10th street he came face to face with a
| native Of his country who was wearing the
priestly black of the Catholic Church. Each
| recognized In the other a compatriot in a
| foreign land, and their hands went out in
| instantaneous and most hearty clasp; the
sailor uncovering in reverence to the CLOTH
| The mother tongue must have sounded
| sweet to the priestly gentleman, for his
! eyes sparkled under his spectacles, and
his face was one rosy glow.
| Many people, in passing, recognized the
| situation with smiling sympathy, and one
| man said to his companion:
| Those two are oblivious to surround
] ings as II they were In "a world to them,
| selves - q
And the other answered:
| You are, mistaken in your choice OF
location. They are in Italy,
| A young woman was crossing the asphalt
at 18th and streets. She looked
| like frontispiece that had escaped from
would have appeared ordinary enough IN
| her simple white frock black taffeta Elton,
and gray hat with a quill on the side.
Perhaps 1t was the swing OF her exquisite
| ly laundered skirts, or the faultless cut of
| the Elton, or the dashing intermingle Of au-
tumn colors in the ribbons that caught the
perky little quill.
| Perhaps, again. 1t was just the young
| woman herself.
AS she made her way over the crossing
she lifted her skirts carefully and tip-toed,
| as If she were lodging puddles. though the
| sun was shining and the sky was dry
| and blue.
Looks like you've developed the rain
habit" remarked the woman with her;
plain body. in crow black. Goodness
knows, don't wonder. all the wet weather
| we've been having"
| Rain! Why rain Is Clean It's automobile
| grease, I'm trying to avoid. My clothes
have been almost ruined by 1T
well, haven't 1 been stupid not to fig
ure that out for myself! OF course, 1t must
| be automobile grease, for 1t never rains but
| what the streets trickle with irridescent
| driblets, red. green and rusty yellow-only
I always thought they were leakings from
the Oil cart Why, my dear, my new black
taffeta is messed clear around the bottom
| with dabs of brown"
| That's automobile grease. Everybody is
complaining Of II"
The woman in crow black must have been
of anarchisic tendencies, for her every day
wrinkles deepened into scowl.
| IT'S hard to have only the grease spots
| while others do the riding"
| "Oh, we have more than the spots" re-
minded the frontispiece, airily. There is
always the exciting possibility of being run
| over"
eff there must be grease spots prefer
others to my own" admitted the other
woman. retiring her scowl as she touched
| the sidewalk. -
| Then the frontispiece shook her immacu-
late skirts with the little swish that only a
| stylish woman can achieve and led the way
| to place where they serve hickory nuts
In the ice cream.
| horse attached to a wagon fell across
the car tracks in front of The Star build
| ing. In about three minutes the driver as
| sisted by the usual first aids, had unbuck-
| led lot of harness and the horse was up,
reharnessed and on his way again.
But while car waited for the track to be
cleared, an elderly man person, who looked
as If he regarded the world as a big mis-
take said to the passenger beside him. a;
post office, sir. Every one of them alive
with men and women If the clerks of a
| department will leave their desks and fritz
| ter away the governments time with
sight like this what must be the state of
| the national conscience?"
The passenger. having cast up his eye.
chuckled with the heartiness of one who
sleeps well at night and eats three solid
you are so busy looking at the windows,
time"
The national conscience was indicated
woman who had featured her gray
hair strolled along Connecticut avenue the
other afternoon. It was wavy hair that
shaded from snow white to oxidized tones,
and It was adorned with combs of gray
shell, studded with smoked pearls set In
| flagree silver. Her gray chiffon hat was
| fluffy with gray piumes, her gown, gloves
| and ties were gray and she carried in one
| hand a purse Of silver fish scales, and in
| the other a silver plush, something crinkled
| like a boa
| But 1t wasn't boa. 1t was "Te,Hly
bear"
| And the Teddy bear got on to the
nerves of woman walking behind
WHO would think woman with such
| taste in dress would queer the show by
Juggling around tomfool thing like that,
! She must be downright silly"
Maybe 1t isn'i Stiffness Maybe some
body, she thinks a heap Of has taxed her
with being ashamed Of her gray hair You
never can tell what a desperate woman
will do under Il agic circumstances"
AID while the critics sized the situation
| up to suit themselves. Lady Luna strolled
along until she came to q corner house