Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-03-24
Scenes and Incidents
Around the City

| Four horses were hauling a load of hay
| along quiet. sunny street. 1t was such
| a tremendous load that the top reached the
| tree branches, and the fuzzy buds caught
up wisps of the hay and dropped them on
| the asphalt for flock of nest-bui1ding
! sparrows to fight over. 1t was such we'll
| seasoned hay that it showed all shades
of weather-beaten browns, with yellow
| glimpses from the under trusses; and it
| smeled of summer fields.
AS the horses got to the middle of the
block young man with a camera ran out
of house and spoke to the two colored
| drivers. The team stopped, and the young
| man took snapshots from the sides, front
| and back Then he passed something up
| to the drivers, who touched their hats and
| logged on.
And watching the incident from a window
| of the house a white-faced old man,
whose delight at sight of the hay was more
pathetic than ordinary tears.
Maybe the young man took the pictures
for arts sake. But. most likely, he took
| them for the sake of the white-faced old
| man.
A young clerk was answering a telephone
ca She must Lave been new to her bust
ness, for the receiver was plastered to
ear, finger poked in the other and
| her voice was nervously shrill.
What's that? You standing too near
the phone. l can't understand a word you
| say. Oh, you've made mistake in the
| number. This is the Blank store. Say it
again, please. Why, we don't keep any
tnns hike that-please speak a little more
| dlStnctly-huh?. Porter? Did you say a
porter? Why, we don't send goods out by
porters. We have delivery wagons. Yes,
! 90 know what you are talking about
100: Wen, all right, IN inquire to oblige
Hold
The young clerk put her hand over the
mouth of the phone and called to another
| clerk:
Miss Blank. here's a woman who takes
| us for dairy. Wants to know if we will
Silly
In flash Miss Blank had captured the
Hello, what is it. please. Scottish
Chiefs by Jane Porter? Oh, yes, we have
it. Send it c. o. D.? All ri ht Address,
please. Yes, by the next delivery. Good
| bye"
And the sale was saved.
That must be the Presidents stable, re-
marked tourst-looking man to tourist
looking woman, as they went whizZing
down the avenue in a
"Uh huh! Most as nice as the White
| House, isn't it?'
And they smiled approvingly at the
| executive office before turning their atten-
| ton to the fountain.
| If you should come across an English
bulldog with white and somewhat Fall
staf1ian body and expression that i'm
plies that he eats babies every day in the
| week and grown-up folks on Sundays, don't
be alarmed
It's only Rowdy out for his morning
| walk.
Rowdy was promenading down 18th
street the other day with chaperon, when
| a woman, who was scurrying to take a
car at the treasury junction bumped into
! him good and hard. Rowdy looked up to
see what she meant by it, and the woman
yelled. He paused inquiringly, and she
| yelled again. Then he resumed his walk
That's the most dangerous animal l
ever laid eyes outside a cage!' gasped
another woman, who was waiting for an
| other car.
There ought to be law against thing
like that being loose in the Streets said
the woman with her. He'd just as lief
bite you as look at you-oo-gh!'
Il wonder if that's Archie Roosevet's
dog?"
Must belong to somebody extra, or it
wouldn't be allowed on the streets without
q muzzle It's the ugliest brute 1 ever saw
in my life"
He so ugly that he was positively
beautiful. and a woman who was going
his way overlook the attendant to ask if he
was as dangerous he seemed.
She a pleaSant-faced attendant, and
her voice had the silvery ring of truth
Dangerous! Why, Rowdy is very affec-
| tionate-and just tame can be"
| Which shows what looks amount to in
this world.
A horse hitched to a buggy stood before
the Corcoran building. Maybe the spring
sunshine had put him in mind of gallops
| over country roads, for he paved restlessly
| for awhile, and then dragged the buggy
| and the iron weight that was supposed to
| anchor Kim over to the middle of the
| track which, providentially, was free from
cars. A dozen men passed without stop
| ping to fetch the team back, and two
| youngsters, in knee pants, openly bet on
what was going to happen Then a plain
woman in a brown frock stopped stepped
| over the curb, hestated again. and was
| starting for the horse when a nice big man
| came swinging along from F street. He
| saw the situation, and brought the horse
| back in a way that showed that doing the
right thing at the right time was a life
| long habit.
The woman, nervously wrought up per-
| haps. at her own fine intention, said:
Thank you ever SO much, Pm most sure
| I would have failed
| The nice big touched his hat, prob
| ably under the impression that she owned
| the team. And as she turned the corner
| one of the boys said to the other
''She did great big heap, didn't she!
| Which about the truth of it,