Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-08-23

to keep II to themselves and besides they
didn't seem to care who heard that Mrs.
Jones was away this summer and her hus-
band was carrying on something scanda-
lous or that
Well, anyway, canned conversation was
the order Of the day and We were under
a heavy bombardment all the way. We
couldn't help wondering where all the
agents for the noise-muffiers and muzzles
were on that trip. but they didn't seem to
be on their job and anyway 1t wasn't any
Of our business.
Some of the bits Of canned conversation
that were thrown at us were gems In
their way-only they didn't weigh very
much.
II wonder IL they still have that cute
little fellow that they had last summer
to tell fortunes?" came from somewheres.
Above. below or around us-we couldn't
make out.
Sure he told me the incest fortune 1
ever had told" was the equally invisible
answer. He told me that / was going
to marry a dark man with red devil
automobile
Soft Pedal, Please!
''Well. have you seen anybody that an
swers that description
''Why, do you know-but you must
promise to keep 1t a secret"
But the rest was lost when a deeper
voice chimed in, II think the merry-go
round Is perfectly lovely. I always stay
on that the whole evening"
There were about steen million people
walking around the grounds when we
finally persuaded the man at the ticket
Office to accept our money and let us in.
There were girls-well there were girls OF
all ages, all sizes and all colors of hair.
Every kind of girl under the sun from
the girl who looked like she had just
stepped out Of an October fashion plate to
the girl who only spends SO a year on
her clothes. And some of the girls were
alone-that is they were alone during the
first few moments they were there, but
they didn't stay alone very long: perhaps
for the reason that they didn't look well
alone, or maybe It was just because they
were lonesome and liked to have some
one to talk to.
There was certainly one peach of a girl
there. but my! my! wasn't she the frosty
lady. About sixteen different people OF
the male variety spoke cheerily to her
but to all she handed naught but the
frozen face. Finally a large rough-iook-
ing man. with a face like piledriver
came along and said: Say, LIZ, grab yer
And she smiled like a spring violet and
said: "All right. Charlie; where you been
all the timer
Honest, You can never tell about a
woman.
The merry noises that emanated from
the chutes seemed to catch the artists
eye. or rather ear, and so We proceeded
thither.
After waiting for nearly an hour to get
place in the boat We were at last able
TO get through the gates. No sooner had
we taken our seats however, than a fe-
male built on the order of the Post Office
Department rushed up and said to the
artist 0he artist has kindly look In his
eye):
Appointed Children's Guardians.
Wont you take little Mike and Mary
up the chute with you. l can't stand TO
CO. but they want to go SO much?' She
didn't wait to hear the answer. either. but
handed little Mike and Mary right in to the
astonished artist and the boat left just
then. so 1t was up to the artist.
The long flowing locks that the artist
wears seemed to take the fancy of the two
children, and they Immediately got busy
with them. They would give them loving
witches, first on one side and then on the
other, until the artist threatened TO COM
NIT homicide 10y dropping them over the