Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-01-17
Around the City

A Jungle of unsold Christmas trees had
made a thieket of greenery all holiday
week along the side wall of florist S
shop. and a newsboy was watching a man
who was carting them away. A woman
In passing, paused to ask the boy what
was to be done with the trees
Dump" the boy answered.
What a pity! I was hoping they were
to be used for decorations, somewhere, so
that they could have little 1un, aIIHo"'
before they died.
Perhaps she didn't really mean for the
bow to heed so foolish a remark. for she
was auickening her steps when he match
ed her idea with one quite as fooish:
I'D hate to be a Christmas tree and
then not be lighted ups and dressed with
folks all around. wouldn't you: LADY,?
LADY paused and admitted that she
would ,-. c
of ,em has stockin's hung up an trees,
an all that Christmas business. held out
TO 'em with both hands, an others don
have nothin' but what they works lot
an them that can't work can go 70 the
dump-it amt fair, no way you NIX IT, Is
poor little laddie, didn't you have
tree?"
The woman's sympathy was mistake.
The boy had sized her up and found her
wanting.
WAY. that showed that his interest in the
woman was entirely gone, got tree
for the kiddies, an after | paid the rent
an the coal man there was enough Tot
me mother to buy turkey an the stuffin'
for the socks--I wasn't talkln ABOUT me-
And then the newsie spurted off and the
woman was left to the discomfort OF
knowing that she had mistaken soc'alst
for a child.
A woman in trig riding habit, whip
in hand and dog at side. was stepping
hreezilv along the tagging around the
White House eIlipse. Her hair was tucked
under her derby: her tight Jacket opened
over a white shirt, with mannish collar
and tie, and the lifted skirt revealed
glimpses of patent leather boots TO the
knee To the party of tourists who had
filed out of the gallery across the way
the woman possessed all the value Of a
free show. The half dozen members fol-
lowed and stared until she had outstep-
ped them, when one OF the party, VINO
was evidently undecided whether the tris,
breezy figure was he-woman or She
man, asked a passing native:
rs that DR. Mary Walker?
The native answered with the authority
OF one who knows:
why. no. madam. That is Mrs Rocse-
Welt.
OF course, it wasn't Mrs. Roosevelt
and you could tell by the way the native
said it that he knew ii wasn't Mrs.
Roosevelt. still
All of us have our temptations.
Two women had descended the steps of
a house whose owner was giving an after
noon tea. Vehicles spun UP to the curb
or away from it. and through the ever
opening door passersby could get a
glimpse, of rose-shaded lights and hear
the tinkle of music. But the two women
had walked. and at almost their first step
away from the house of festivity the one
with the extra thin voice that foreigners
like to judge us all by said:
did you notice that lamp shade? Did
you notice it? Where on earth do you sup
pose she raked up "a thing like that? I
never saw such fool shade In all the
days of my life"
81 was too taken up with the waist she
had on to have eyes for anything else.
OF ali the silly buds l ever saw, that waist
was the limit. You could see it was
made over and botched at that, and as for
the skirt
And by that time the pair, who had ac-
cepted the hospitality of a woman unwise
enough to admit them to her home, had
passed beyond the hearing of the person
behind.
Two tiny boys with their colored nurse
were in a car going east. AS they enter