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


The world is losing it's sense Of humor.
Here is a proof.
| Three touring cars whizZed down 14tn
street the other afternoon. Each was ban
daged with white rags and on the one in
the lead was fastened a square of white
cotton scrawled with big black letters,
Just married
The people who crowded in the three
machines. laughed hilariously-confiden-
tally hollered is the better woodland
they worked their arms and GRAINED their
heads out to let passers-by see what
blow out they were having. They really
and truly labored under the impression
that they were having the best time going
except that they had no horn to toot!
A woman who was whizzing the same
way in a front seat on high-step- yellow,
had an opportunity for a dozen squares
or more, to note how the razzle-dazzle
wedding party affected the public eye.
This was the result:
People on the streets looked at the lay
out long enough to see what the row was
about. and then lost interest. People in
traps showed the same inability to see a
| joke, and as to the people behind the
| woman In the ear. Well, the left ears Of
that crowd must be burning to this min
| ute!
| And yet. it was all so hilariously comic,
II only the people could have taken it in,
| because, well, really. you know. a mar
| riage ceremony is just farce! That is
the only way for 1t TO be taken by two
| people who are about to found home
and rear children into good citizens.
Sure, 1t was fun!
And the only reason that nobody saw
| 1t but the wedding party was, because
Oh, because the world is losing its sense
Of humor!
She was an unhappy looking creature,
but sympathy would have ben wasted on
her. for she had voluntarily harnessed
herself into the whole outfit Of tortures
that caricature accepted styles.
Her hat had center table effect with
decorations in flowers and fruit. and her
pompadour must have been in the sere
before 1t was baby yellow.
She carried both hat and head at
sore throat angle by means Of the sup
ports under a collar that boosted up her
ears, and she must have taxed her in
genufty to shift her nature-siven proper
tons 60 rs to wear her blue silk jumper.
made princess. And she had poised her
too. too solid flesh on high-heeled tan OK
fords-that were tight
Anybody could tell that the tan OK
fords were tight, and that they made her
feet burn.
Walking beside her was a white CAM
brio woman. 4 comfortable person who
looked as il she might be as reliable, say,
az a buck towel or a bar OF good service
able kitchen soap. And the two were
talking servants.
80, after bothering over help as long
as I could stand it. just quit and went
to boarding"
The towel-soap woman ended her ex-
periences as If she had solved the prob
lem in the only satisfactory way. But
the harnessed-up one had different views:
''Of course, that's nice. II you like
boarding. But my T.. husband nd,s says he
does seem like I ought to keep house for
him after the way he works for me. I've
been doing every stitch OF work for
year now. and it's got so wouldn't know
/ what to do with girl in the kitchen.
John tends the furnace. of course, and
stops by the store mornings on his way
to Office
And You do all the work in that big
| house?"
''Uh. huh. 1t amt so big-only seven
rooms. And I got all the modern con-
veniences. 1 just put on loose wrapper
and get through in no time"
look that must have appealed to the wom
an who boarded, for she asked:
What you doing dressed up like fid
die on a hot day like this? I sh'd think
you'd be home getting dinner
| "Oh, I'm going to meet John at the
Office. We're to have a bite at a cafe
land then 60 down the river We do it
| once every week. And he always likes
me to be dressed nice when 60 out with
| him.
Then third woman who had been
ridiculing the trussed-up soul, felt
| ashamed Of herself.
/ 1t is so easy TO make mistakes
A pleasant looking young woman was
| the guest Of another woman at luncheon.
! They must have met Unexpectedly, for
seated at the cafe table: I'm 80 glad
We ran across each other. 1t will do my
ears good to hear about the church
folks down at old st. Blanks. What
will you take?" They have real good
thing here. Don't you think SOP
She passed the menu card to the pleas
ant young woman, who looked at II and
then asked:
What must do with it,"
order your luncheon, of course! Why
do you ask?'
because this is the first time in all
my life that have ever been In cafe"
THE first time you-what? Why.
haven't you been living in Washington
right straight along"
Yes. and I've often been invited, but
For goodness sake! Well. I take it
as great compliment that you have
favored me. I'm going to have canta-
loupe. iced tea and peach cobbier-will
| that suit your
I've never tasted canned things.'
where DO you get it?''
"Oh, everything. at home. You see.
my mother has never given up her old
| fashioned ways. She puts up all her
vegetables and we cure our own meat
and make our own sausage. and"
| The pleasant young woman said many
other ideal things. But the woman who
| had the place across from her needed no
more to convince her that she was look
| Ing at woman as-she-will-be when the
| pure food commission gets in it's work.
u
| looked az like as q pea to all other
| women who take cafe menus on trust
and thrive on mysteries that are timed.
Maybe DR.. Wiley would have reason.
Three girls in the debutante class were
promenadins arm-in-arm down Connecti-
| cut avenue.
| They were lovely in light muslins and
| flower hats. and each wore dainty tan
slippers The pair with frosted buckles
turned inward. The pair with silk bows
pointed straight ahead. The pair with
| laceY rather wohbled
And it was this triple offense against