The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1909-06-07
Loaded Into Autos, Young
SterS Are Whirled Out
to Glen Echo.
EVEN BIG MACHINES
SEEM TO ENJOY TRIP
All Attractions Open to Children
and Manager Himself Sees
TO Their Pleasure.

James Bruce Partington. aged
twelve, dangled his small legs over
the edge of the tonneau of a big, puff
ing, blue automobile, parked along
the Fourteenth street side of Frank
lin square shortly after noon today,
gave one look around him and then
shouted to chum in the car ahead !:
rGee, orhpan 'sylums amt nOthin like
this, is they, ToEimy?''
And Tommy, who had arrived soon
Rr, and who had looked around the
square before he boarded his car,
hwed as much as his unfearing and
unknowing little soul could be awed
by numbers and by mere machinery.
remarked in loud tone: "Tll betcher
every auter in Washinton's here.
Amt it?"
Enough and to Spare.
And while, perhaps, every automobile
I'm ''Washintcn" wasn't parked along
Franklin square at ? o'clock ready on
this Orphans Day to carry its share
Of the Capitals four hundred parentless
children to Glen Echo, there were more
than enough machines to pack all the
happy, bright-eyed. much washed hu-
manity that was there.
From every Orphan Asylum in the
city came the days guests of the Wash
ington Automobile Club Two-year-olds.
ten-year-olds. little boys in Knockers and
caps, little girls, prim and most sedate
IN white dresses with real dangly curls
tied with blue and pink and red and
white ribbons. all were there
There were more than sixty cars at
the park. and every one of them looked
Just as bright and fresh and happy
as did the children.
Spirit Contagious.
L tell you" said chugging 60
horsepower gasolene car, that can do
his seventy miles an hour on the Con
duit road, speaking to a six-cylinder
companion. 4 fell dreadfully old and
responsible today with all this load Of
little children I wouldn't go wrong for
the world" and suiting the action to
the word. under the touch of his chauf-
feur, he purred out into X street and
started for Glen Echo chugging the
81 song of the road, Getaway, getaway,
getaway quick getaway, getaway, get
away quick" and running so smoothly
that the little tots high back on his
shoulders didn't bounce at all.
Hey, T0M-cy yelled James Bruce to
his friend ahead, look at that kiddo
pver there in the street car" motiQniag
10 small urchIn IN a beautiful crea-
ton OF white duck, a Jurban of like
material, brown shoes, and bare legs.
v ouldn yer Ike TO be a orphan"
And White turbans not understanding in
bis small brain what "A orphan" meant
but cOmprehending that an automobile
ride is a thing Of JOY and TO be remem-
bered forever. turned to his surprised
but laughing mother and rema rked:
Mamma. can't / De a orphan next year
and get a ride?" To which mamma
made nc reply, but her eyes suddenly
Winked as II insects had flown into
them una ware.
Beats Carrying Duke.
This is better than carrying the Duke
81 the Abruzzi, grunted one huge car
Ahose exhaust sounds like a hundred
horse power gas engine and who has
never forgotten the day when he car
ried the duke over the Conduit road so
rapidly that the duke was arrested for
speeding by Marshal Collins.
Dukes" he continued. may be all
night in their way. bat bust my cylin-
ders If don't prefer children and he
j0unced over a stone his chauffeur
hadn't seen. so gently that there wasn't
= scream from the femininity IN the
tonneau.
That's Glen Echo" yelled one small
child with pale face and the v1stfuI
eyes of one who hasn't seen much in
his short life as his car Whizzed by
Georgetown University.
Glen Echo, huhi' answered another
OF the parentIess in the same car
that's the War Department. Ny father
used 10 work there
But Glen Echo was reached at last,