Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-05-18

Johnnie Spencer fell off a street car the
other evening at the corner of IA street
and Pennsylvania avenue, and he was car
ried to the Emergency Hospital in the
ambulance. Johnnie is free, white and
more than twenty-one and at the time OF
the accident he was carrying an armload
of pianoa music rolls and invisible but
none the less manifest cargo of liquid re-
freshments. He chung desperately to the
bundle of pseudo-music, but one roll slipped
from HIS arm as he was being lifted on
the operating table, and that one, very
appropriately for the occasion. happened to
be the song Where is My Wandering Boy
Tonight
A rising young statesman, who will take
a seat in the House of Representatives next
winter for the first time. recently regretted
in letter to a friend that his command
of language was not such as to give prom
Use of success in congressional debate. He
received a reply to his letter a few days
ago with the suggestion that IL he would
commit to memory a brief essay on the
subject of a board BILL and billboard he
would have no difficulty In getting in the
class of Bourke Cochran, James Hamilton
Lewis and others Of string tongues. He
is now practicfng. The aforesaid essay,
which he is practicing for efficiency In
rapid delivery, follows:
bill Roche of Binghamton, n. y, had a
billboard: Bill also had a board bill. The
board bill bored bill, so that Bill sold the
billboard to pay his board bill. So, after
Bill sold his billboard to pay his board bill,
the board bill no longer bored Bill In line
with the tale of Bits board bill and Bill's
billboard IL might be mentioned that IL
Bits billboard bored Bill as much as Bills
board bill bored Bill. why not board Bill
with board from the billboard and throw
Bills board bill and Bills billboard over
board?''
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Vv,s IA, IoJ, for har h,a ~,
and charm of manner" says a lady who
observes social happenings. was visiting
an old friend and schoolmate. They at
tended the Episcopal service on Sunday
morning. as the hostess Is a member Of that
church. few days afterward the rector
called. regretted that his wife was I'M
able to accompany him; he hoped however,
they would be able to do so later The
next day the Presbyterian minister called
they had many mutual friends and an hour
was passed pleasantly Upon returning
from a drive a few evenings later the
hostess discovered the card of the Lutheran
minister. She was much amused and ex-
claimed:
My dear. 1 wonder if you are very good
or very naughty. that every preacher in
town Is calling on your"
"they like my looks" But the fact is
they were each doing their duty-as the
hostess is an Episcopalian. the guest a
ffesoy terrain ana the head OF the mouse a
devout Lutheran"
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The ancient and fascinating pastime of
angling has many votaries in this city, who
find ample opportunities these spring days
to crafty their hobby. This does not ap-
ply TO the game fishermen. the experts with
fly and casting rod, who are now debarred
by the closed season for bass, but to the
common. everyday. garden-worm fisher
VI vrft ltrn ord cfy.l- orf<lo e.,
white perch and catfish. On a pleasant
day it will be possible to see thousand
lines a-wetting from the Long bridge to
the Chain bridge There will be men and
boys In boats, on the wharves and fishing
from the seawall and river and bank. And
most of them catch something.
This Is the white perch season. but the
hsh are running small this year. The old
timers say that the proper way to fish for
white perch is to use heavy sinker and
fish on the bottom, as the big perch swim
hne specimens are caught They are good
eating, too, as they are the blue-channel
cats. and they put up a fight almost as
vlciously as a plymouth bass.
II
A venerable crow, las black as any crow
can be-" which made it's nest for several
years in one of the tall trees in the Capitol
park, and then suddendly disappeared from
its accustomed haunts, Is said to have been
seen recently in the tree In which 1t had
reared several broods of young birds. He
has come back to his own.
Another crow for number of seasons
nestled In one of the recesses about the
tower of the Post Office Department build
ing, and his shrill "caw-caw-caws'' could
be plainly heard by the pedestrians on the
bustling streets below.
This particular post Office crow met a
tragic fate last year, however, and since
that time there has been a noticeable
scarcity of that breed of birds on the big
gray building. Formerly the old crow had
many visitors, especially during the early