Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-10-03
SDELNHTS a11heC ITTS MARKETS c.
dnu Me\VON1EN WHO BUY

an in whose voice is an unmfStakable
grievance, II should like to be waited
on. l suppose these things are here to
be sold. eh?"
Certainly, madam" with aro ingratiat-
ing smile.
I'm glad to hear it. How are you SELL
ing peaches now?
She is told and proceeds to look them
over. diving down to the bottom to see
II they are all alike, pinching them to
If they solid and smelling them
for some purpose or other. Then she
again asks the price. She Is Informed for
the second time.
How much is your CORN" Somebody.
with a saving sense Of humor laughs. but
the dealer is proof against such things.
He tells her the price of his corn.
rs it perfectly fresh?" she inquiries,
sticking her fingernail into it.
"Oh. yes, perfectly fresh. madam.
"Jm-um --'' she hestates. Several peo-
pie have come up and passed on to other
stalls How do you sell radisheS?" They
are five cents per bunch She buys a
bunch of radishes and departs. to make
room for a man who buys 81 worth in ten
minutes.
How do you sell these beans?' The
dealer answers her politely. but she sees
a friend just across at another STALL and
hurries over. Come on over and trade
where 1 do" She drags the friend to her
dealer. You can do much better here
than there" she informs her. For
you ever see anything like it? Do you
think a fat woman ought to wear those
pleated one-piece dresses? I don't"
Il should say not" replies the friend.
heartily. I'm dying for new red prin-
cess with an embroidered panel down the
front. Loud? Oh. of course. I only want
it for dress occasions, evening and that
sort Of thing"
do you think I'd look bad in green?"
mo. you'd look lovely; It's quite your
color. But. gracious, I must get my mar
keting done. Please wait on me at once.
I'm in an awful hurry
well. goodbye" says the first woman
II don't think I'll bother. I'll just send to
the grocery for what little l want Come
and see me. Goodbye" The friend goes
back to the stall from which she had
been beguiled. before the dealer can
reach her.
A small woman with sharp eyes passes
along the line of stalls until she comes
to one for meat. She is pushing a go-cart
with small child in it, and is followed
by big husky chap who carries a net
shopping bag. in which to carry provi-
sions The woman inquiries the price of
certain porterhouse steak Of good dimen-
sons
Now. you know, Mr.. Space. that am
very particular about the meat l buy,
especially steak, and l don't think that is
just what 1 want" says the sharp-eyed
orA
Well, madam. If you will tell me just
exactly what you wish. I shall be only too
glad to get it out for you," said the
merchant, obligingly.
That looks like pretty good steak.
DEAR" interposed the husky husband. The
woman turned upon him instantly.
Il don't see what it is to you.'' she
snapped. You needn't think you are 60
ing. to get any of it. I'd like to see my
self buying steak for you. I'll get you
II didn't say l wanted any, dear" he
demonstrated, but she babe him keep
quiet and not interfere again. and pro-
ceeded to buy the steak, and couple
of rib chops for her life partner. AS they
passed on down the market the man said
to the dealer: Don't we men have hard
time?"
Your kind do" retorted the other
Surely said woman who had wit
messed the scene. "she was Joking
mo. indeed" returned the dealer. that
happens every Saturday. I never saw
anything like it in my life."
We'll, I'm a woman. but If was in
his place. I'd beat that woman into
decent frame of mind or else I'd pack nv
trunk. Goodness knows she's nobody's
beauty: she ought to be glad to have a
husband at ALL
stop handling that sausage" one
dealer suddenly cried to a colored man