Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-05-08
Around the City

4 crowded car came to a halt behind
others that had been tied up on the
track After the usual wait the pas
sengers began 10 get restless, and one
nervously curious woman left her seat.
went out TO the platform and then came
back and sat down.
II know as much now as L did before
went out
This remark. delivered for the general
benefit OF the passengers. proved the
human touch that made them all akin.
Everybody looked friendly. and a nice
man explained the probable reason OF
the delay. To one woman the reason
was no excuse.
Just give me a pair OF Kentucky
mules. whip and lines and L lay Id
soon start this car a-going
The social turn given by this state
ment was in full progress when a dear.
foolish little soul-there's always one
of her in every crowd-whimpered out:
Il think it's very funny. our stopping
all this time, l wonder what's the cause
of it,"
And girlishly fresh woman with
splendid gray hair explained in two
words:
"The comet"
Binders are going out. Pretty soon
binders will be gone. Proof? Walk
down Pennsylvania avenue at any hour
of any day and count the horses without
them.
Yesterday, for instance:
sturdy little cinnamon brown horse
stood at a curb. The seat OF the empty
victoria he was hitched to was heaped
with bundles, and the foot space was
aboom with wild flowers and celery tlpe.
The occupant of the victoria was pre-
sumably topping on her marketing with
a shopping seance in the store across the
bricks. and the cinnamon brown horse
waited with philosophic calm 1t was
busy section, of many sights and SOUNDS.
and the horse, having no biindcrS. was
free to take everything in. This emanci-
pa tion from the archaic lesther eye-hapS
furnished one passing man with a proph-
ecy, which he predicted TO the woman
with him:
Some day that horse is going to rim
off and smash his chump driver and serve
him right. 4 horse is the scariest thing
living I've seen EN- run away at. sight
of a bit of paper on the road. IT, fooi-
ishness taking binders or horses.
They've always worn EN-.
so did women use to wear shakers,
but that's no reason they should be
wearing shakers today ---.
There you go. A fellow can't open his
everlasting women. What I'm saying is
that horses are safer when they have
binders on and can only see straight
ahead"
And what I'm telling you is that
horse needs all the eyes he was born
with Educate him and he won't he
afraid of paper on the road. It's educa-
ton that is freeing women.
1t wasn't particularly interesting con-
fab, but il gave the woman who was
walking behind an idea about horses 80
she began to watch them. And by the
time she had reached The Star building
she was saying to herself-eecause there
was no one handy to say II To. ana a
woman must talk or die:
'Blinders are going out. Pretty soon
binders will be gone. Ii you don't be-
lieve me, count them.
Black laborers were working on a build
ing that was undergoing repairs. One
of them let go OF his end OF a heavy
beam and it struck big. sweaty black
fellow on the head. He was so black
that the high lights on his face showed
purple, but the instant the blood started
the skin faded TO ash gray. A white man
who was passing was the first TO reach
him. and one of the laborers ran TO phone
for an ambulance
IL was merely an accident that Is ha-
BILE to happen any day in work like that.
the one unusual feature being furnished
by a dear little old, old lady, who, IN
passing was turned SO faint at the sight
of blood that the younger woman with
her had to catch her around the waist.
Its the first dreadful thing I've ever
seen in all my eighty years." she gasped.
I'm over it now my dear; We must only
think of that poor man. Order a car
riage and send for a doctor. I'll pay
for 1t ALL
1t was not necessary, of course, to do
either. but
Think of living in this world for eighty
years without seeing SO dreadful a
thing"
A gardener was clipping rose bushes in
government reservation when a woman
who was passing poked her nose between
the ratings to call out TO him:
Say, those bushes are growing oil
right. What are you cutting them for,
huh?"
The gardener raised up from his stoop-
! ing position and touched his cap
They are forward for the season.
ma am, and they have to be kept back
to save them
''Ob, that's it, uh-huh.'
And then the woman withdrew her nose
from the railing, serenely unconscious
that she had poked it into Affairs that
were not her own.