Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-08-16

car that has just arrived is not in con-
ditch to Immediately go right out again.
IL must be put in the hands of the army
OF cleaners and swept and cleaned and
aired before it Is in a condition to go out.
This All takes time, and time Is valu-
able factor I'm railroading 1T often hap
pens that il an unusual crowd Is going
away on n certain day and the officials
have not been informed Of it in advance
there Is "A shortage of cars.
The Real Rush Hours.
The station Is busy all hours Of the day,
but the officials have learned by expe-
rience that the real rushes occur only at
certain times. The crowds begin to get
little thicker about 80 o'clock in the
morning, and the first rush lasts until
nearly | o'clock: then there is Il little
lull until $50. This is the real rush of
the day. and the ticket sellers, the man at
the information booth, the ushers the
ticket receiver and all. in fact, who have
anything at all to do with the station are
so busy that they have not a minute to
even think. Even the porters do a rushing
business.
The Union station is the greatest place
in the would to study human nature. All
kinds. classes and conditions Of people
are thrown together there. The four hum
dred class going off to some $50 day
suite at one of the fashionable resorts
and the humble servant girl, perhaps go
ing to the same place. but who cannot
afford to pay more than % cents for her
accommodations. They all elbow their
way to the ticket window without
thought of their neighbor.
Each man and woman who Is employed
about the great station to take care Of all
the human freight can tell interesting
tales of the different types of people that
pass in and out of their lives every day.
They all agree that the vacationists are
a happy lot but grin reminiscently as
they tell Of the vacation fussing and flus-
that even those who are in the habit Of
taking the tEaiR g regularly sometimes lose
a1M 6srisa e.
on to the fadtshat 9sDrty Smith had sent
me a case. Is sd qa,spmshy, and long before
dinner houreftIngI&s Greg complained OF
dust in the1pipes.
He limited around so hard about the
Pommery that took him out in the but
ler's pantry, opened quart Of the only
real wine, and let the old geezer slosh
around in the surf.
After Uncle Greg came to the surface
sisted upon singing the swan song from
Lohengrin but his idea of swan was
SO much like turkey gobbler that loving
friends had to put the moccasins to him
and run him out Of the room.
Then he went out in the buffers pam
try, hoping to do another splash in the
Pommery, but not finding any. he began
to recite: Down in the Lehigh valley. me
and my people grew; 1 was blacksmith.
cam: yes. and good one. too! Let me
Sit down a minute, a stones got into my
But it wasn't a stone 1t was potato
salad which the Irish cook threw at him
for interfering with her work.
After all the excitement was over and
INK Greg was sleeping with magnificent
noises on the sofa In the library. your
sister Jennie was coaxed to sing Tostfs
Goodbye"
OF course you know. Bunch. we're all
very fond of your sister. but I'm afraid
IL Mr. Tosti ever heard her sing his
Goodbye he would say: THE same to
you. and here's your hat"
Before Jennie married and moved west
remember she had a very pretty mezzo-
concertina voice. but she's been SO long
helping Stub Wilson to make Milwaukee
famous that nowadays her top notes
sound like a cuckoo clock after it's been
up all night.
/ suppose. Bunch. It's wrong for mo to
pull this on you about your own flesh and
blood, but when a married woman with
SIX fine children one OF them at Yale