Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-08-02

amt no finer lady goin' than Star. I've
given her hoofs a tan finish. See the
way she's PAWN her feet? That's 10
show people that she's got all the other
steppers beat to a finish-no ordinary
lamp black an neat oil is good enough
for us these days. is they old girl?
| The old girl must have been decldeoI!
] of that opinion, for she tossed her heao
| and lifted one delicate, russell DROWN
| hoOf.
And nobody could blame her for being
| vain.
Nor her driver
\ woman and two boys stood in the
post office corridor yesterday afternoon.
One boy was tall enough to put his arm
over the woman's thin shoulders and the
| little fellow had her around her skinny
| waist.
The woman was reading letter she had
! just received from the general delivery
| window And you could tell, without
hearing a word, that the letter was from
| father"
| There was an Apologize something IN
the mothers voice that suggested that
she was making the most of every word.
And there was another something in the
eyes of both boys that showed that
man was being weighed in the balance
| And found wanting.
| 1t wasn't much of an incident, of course,
but there was tragedy in 1t. somewhere.
| A car stopped for woman and little
girl man. who must have had chlvai-
| rOuS ideas about women and ch1loren,
moved up from his end seat. and the
woman scrambled the child aboard.
The little girl pumped herself in the end
seat and-clutched the bar. The mother.
who found the high step from the running
board a hard proposition. nudged her to
move up. The small girl stuck and
looked stolid The conductor gave warn
ing jerk at the strap, and the woman
somehow scrambled over the child with
her market basket. her umbrella. a shop
! ping bag and newspaper bundle. with
soiled shirt cuff bullying out at one end. :
AS the car started the small girl un-
dertook to spell out the car ads.
| And she did 1t aloud.
Her mother demonstrated. The little girl
| merely pitched her voice higher. The
mother demonstrated again. but the small
girl might have been so much pigiron In
| stead of merely an end seat little pig.
Then the mother gave her surreptitious
pinch. The little pig grunted out an
| ouch and smrked around at the pas
| sengers to let them know. confidentially.
what sort Of mother she had. Then the
mother desisted and the little pig started
| on fresh ad.
For Sale'-who is Sally. mommer?''
| Mamma looked straight ahead and paid
| no attention. Mamma was mad.
Art ob-jects'-what does art object
| to. mOmmer?
AS mamma failed to explain. a whole
some, gray-haired woman directly behind
tie child leaned over and furnished the
information
Maybe she objects to you making so
much noise
For one instant the little pig looked
| disconnected. Then the mammaAevery-
| body knows what mothers are-looked
| daggers at the woman behind and the
| child smuggling affectionately TO her
parent. started to read another sign.
Louder than ever.
A woman with her placket open and
her pompadour showing wide gaps of
whatever it is rats are made OF $1,000
| I'D in her car seat to pull the conductors
rope. She wanted to get out
4 passenger beside her touched her on
the arm and told her that she Wouid
press a button for her.
No the woman preferred the cOnduc-
tors rope. She must have. for she 1erKed
her arm away from the OBTAINING hand'
and looking down at the passenger CLIP
ped out:
You mind your own BANKED business!
Then she rang up three fares.
And got out of the car backward.
If you know a country dog when you
see one YOU will understand his terror
when he gets lost in the street.
The other morning. as the tagging from
the Treasury to the state department
Office. a yellow hound dog ran yelpng
along the way.
Men and women who were not afraid of
being marked late stopped to watch the
animal as he bounded after every wagon
that came down the asphalt; back again
to the tagging: down Executive avenue;
through the White House grounds. and at
last toward 18th street. Anybody could
, tell he was a country dog. for he had the
look of uncared-for freedom. and there
were. burrs on his tail. He had followed
some truck wagon to town and, getting
ratified, had lost connection. Of course:
But one man failed to size up condi-
tions properly.
He was a small man. with a good deal
of watch chain, and the general air OF
having sixteen kinds of neckties to choose
from, and as the dog flew by him he
yelled excitedly:
Somebody shoot that dog. He's mad.
Somebody shoot that
..Oh. for goodness sake. shut up! The
dog isn't half as mad as you are"
The small man fairly danced with rage
| at the interruption.
What do you mean. madam! say.
what do yOu-
| But madam, who had bestowed her re-
marks informally in passing. kept right
along leaving the small man unable to
| finish his sentence-probably because he
was too hopping mad to find words to
say.
She didn't look like woman who would
| address a strange man on the street. for,
| while she was plain and her dress didn't
| hang as it ought to, she seemed very,
! very genteel.
Perhaps she knew country dog when
she saw one
| a runaway horse was tearing down 14th
street Friday afternoon.
! The pongee-topped trap swayed like a
sail in a chop sea and the wheels were a
mere flash of red as the team passed an
open car.
| To the passengers who turned to watch
it sweep down into the distance the run
away had all the thrills of Ben-Hur
chariot race.
One man, for instance. called off the
| event with the gasping excitement of one
| who is on a grandstand with big money
at stake:
The off whears gone. There runs
somebody to head him off. Gee must
! have reared clean over the whole crowd.
There lie goes smash against the curb.
No he didn't. Now he's going to plunge
into that car-blessed if he did. Look
at the people leaving the streets. There
he goes on the pavement
Then the herald had to quit, for the
runaway was out of sight.
And everybody looked at each other
with exhilarated eyes.
It's great thing to get something for
nothing.
English VS.. French Actors.
From tie London st. Georges Review.
On the whole, English acting will IA