Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-09-07

nj ring Hill a noted colored settlement
in Georgetown. which is situated
along the banks of the tempestuous Rock
creek. is little shanty occupied by an an
cient darky who answers to the name of
Uncle Nose.
Uncle Nose is a "cullud" gentleman, much
respected and looked Up to by the other
denizeus of the hollow. and. moreover, bears
the proud distinction of having more grand
children than he is able to count.
At the present time Uncle Nose is sharing
the rather narrow confines of s little
shack with his daughter and several of her
children. and the way Uncle Nose holds
those little piHkanninnies in check Is the ad-
miratjou Of the other settlers in the neigh
borhood For Uncle Nose is "culiud
gentleman of the old school and firmly be-
Iieves in bringing up the young ones as old
Inarse and missus brought him up.
The other day a Star reporter was down
in the hollow investigating case in which
q denizen OF the place had mixed 1t up with
a policeman, when his attention was at
tracted to Uncle Nose, who was reading
one Of his small grandsons lesson on good
behavior
Keeps YOU busy looking out for the
youngsters. does It, uncle?' inquired The
Star man.
Yes. sab: yo done said it all now; yo
sho'ly has" replied the venerable darky, as
re made a regular Chesterfield bow.
But" he continued. de oders don't glib
me mar so much trubble as dat ar Gawge
Wash tGn oar 90, ne, Sdli, am NC NliIbC
sheep ob de family" And with shake
of his head and a final admonition to the
recalcitraut nameSake of the cherry tree
hero. Uncle Nose hobbled into his shanty
and slammed the door.
X y -
An F street optfcian had a funny expe
rience the other day. which he is still tell
ing his friends about. He had barely got
ten TO his place on this particular morning
had ? nj n
parentIy sixty-odd years of age, and I'M
doubtedly a resident in agricultural dis
tricts.
He wanted a pair of glasses, and so he
told the optician. who Immediately got his
paraphernalia out and started IN to apply
the eve tests
At first the doctor tried the old fellow
with a printed card. which he held about
thirty feet from the farmer, and he said to
him.
Can you read that
no. | can't" snapped back the visitor.
The card was then advanced up to twenty
feet and he was asked If he could then
read IL? Again he said he could not.
We'll" said the optician, here 1t Is at
fifteen feet. Can you read 1t now?
mo, | can't read 1t. mister, replied the
old fellow who was getting impatient and
restIye under the examination.
Can you read it now?" asked the opt-
clan as he brought the card up to the ten
foot mark.
mo, | can't read it," cried the farmer,
with some show of temper; land how can
We EXPECT me to read when Amt never yet
learned how? ~--r "
No. 10 police precinct was saved case
the other day on account of the mistake
made by would-be thief Of the genus hobo
species
II all came about through the hobo, mis-
taking the brother of a Calvert street lady
for her husband. and, while acting under
this impression, attempting to become the
pOssassor of a suit of clothes without hay
ing to go through the triffing Formally OF
purchasing the same.
The lady in question. who lives with her
brother out on Washington Heights, was
seated at the basement window in the cool
of the morning, when the door bell rang,
and she herself responded to the call.
What she found on the other side OF the
door was a ragged piece of humanity, who,
with a smile meant to be ingratiating, said:
Good morning. madam; your husband
stopped in our place on his way downtown.
and told me to come up and get h!s best
suit OF clothes. which he wants us to brush
UP and press"
Are you sure it vas my husband?" asked
the lady?
"Oh. dear. yes" replied the tramp. Il
knows him we'll: he has all his work done
at Cur place"
Did he appear to be in good health and
spirits when you saw him. asked the lady.
Never saw him looking better" an
swered the hobo.
Appeared natural and all that?" inquired
the lady
Why. sure thing" replied the ragged
one: he was joking with me before left
the shop; | never" concluded the tramp.
ever him in better spirits
That's strange" said the lady, because
my husband has been dead nineteen years.
and the man whom you no doubt saw come
out OF this house this morning was my
brother"
She was going to add some few words
more. but by this time the hobo was beat
Ing 1t down Calvert street as fast as he
could go. in the direction of the open coun-
try across the Rock Creek bridge.
\ dry goods clerk in a large 9Th street
establishment narrowly escaped with his
life one day last week. and every time he
thinks about the awful occurrence 1t makes
him dizzy.
II was just after the noon hour. when a
large black woman with perspiration
streaming down her fat cheeks marched
herself mp TO the stockings counter presided
over by the clerk n question and asked to
he shown some hosiery.
Certainly said the urbane employee
"uUt what kind do YOU desire?"
y wants ar par % hesh-colored ones?"