Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-11-06
Around the City

\ team waited at a curbing while its
owner interviewed a saloon.
1t wasn't much of team to look at
just brick cart and a wi1iteygray horse,
whose many fine points were due to the
! sharpness Of his bones. He waited with
such rigid patience that he might have
been that other whitey-gray horse we all
know about, whose rider is grim death.
Presently another team drew up at the
curb directly in front Of the whitey-sray
horse and proceeded to wait while its
driver dived into the glamour of the shut
| tered door.
The whitey-gray numbered his anat-
omy so far as to poke his long. pallid
head over the tailboard of the. wagon In
| front. This preliminary was SO satisfac-
tory that, with another stretch, the big
teeth-as hard and yellow as winter corn
bit into the straw that packed load OF
earthenware jars. Then the whitey-gray
took up big, choppy mouthful. gathered
the spikes into his lathery mouth and
chewed and chewed and chewed---
Say, did anybody interrupt his story to
| remark that horse will not eat straw?
Who said he did? Women do not eat
gum, nor men eat tobacco--but they chew
both, don't they?
So old whitey-gray chewed and chewed
until after bit his driver came through
! the shattered door. lurched across the
bricks, noticed the grinding jaws and
gave the near one a whack with his fist.
This performance was SO pleasing to him
that after he was on his seat In the cart
he repea ted the dose with his whip.
Stiff jointed from standing-as is the
way of rheumatics,. horse and human
old whitey-gray pulled out into the
middle OF the asphalt, taking each blow
as a matter OF course. The patience OF
him was SO like the quality man calls
resignation. that it seemed, someway,
as IL way back in the long. whitey-gray
head there was a consciousness OF the
+, green fields and pastures new of a
future that man likes to ridicule as
horse heaven. Oh. you never can tell
| what goes on behind the eyes in a
horses head.
And the driver. nervous. red-eyed and
as gaunt as a timber wolf-living is
high and man must drink, my
hearties-clattered off in a ferment Of
anxiety to make up some employers
lost hour. g.
So nervous, so red-eyed and so gaunt
that 1t seemed that perhaps-just per-
haps-the old whitey-gray horse might
be followed. in turn. by that other
whitey-gray horse We all know about,
whose rider is grim death.
There was nothing to the incident, Of
course, except the one small question
OF fair play:
If a driver can drink, why can't his
old horse chew?
1t was one of those new cars that go
way, way out 14th street, and then some.
1t had an all-over glaze OF green and vel
low paint. and sliding doors at both ends.
A woman saw the big, shiny thing come
whizzing toward the corner where she
waited and as she stepped aboard there
came to her a flash of grateful realiza-
tion that she could ride swiftly and
asily instead OF having to walk. like so
many other women, after the work Of the
day.
The conductor opened the doors for the
woman. When she was inside he slam
med them-bang!
AS the woman anchored herself on the
somewhat slippery straw seat, passen-
ger was ready to get of. The motorman
opened the DOORS and when the passenger
was out he slammed them-bang!
Passengers kept getting In and out of
the car and the doors were continually
opening and closins-with bangs. Some
times II was a sclo bang: sometimes both
doors went off together. Just to vary the
racket the motornan would put his foot
to something ahead on the track. Once In
q while the two doors and the gong would
start in together.
FROM 18th street and Pennsylvania ave-
nue. to 18th and 8 the woman counted
eighty.two separate and distinct bangs,
not reckoning the concerted pandemo-
num- And when she got on the car, with
her good, healthy head throbhing with
pain, she paused long enough to say to