Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-10-01
Around the CITY,.

The man Of the house heard a sound
in the dead Of night. 1t was a suspicious
sound, as Of stealthy steps; through the
hall and up the stairs-tip, ftp, tip
When man hears a thing like that
he either pokes his head under the pillow
or takes immediate action, his course
depending entirely upon whether he is n
scaredy-cat or a scrapper. In this case
you don't have to lose time guessing
which, for the man was I'D and making
for the stairway. tip, tip, tip.
And. say; what do you suppose II was?
A mouse. mouse with its fore feet
Tree to hop, but with its poor little hind
quarters glued to court train of fly
paper which 1t had annexed from the
kitchen table.
Now. when a mouse that has tracked
nypaper all over down stairs and up the
steps faces the wrath of the man il has
interrupted at his knittingLwith no tell
raveled sleeve OF care-a calamity is lia-
bic to happen. Still, a mouse did get the
better of a lion. one time. so we will
nope for the best
The one vitality important feature of
the incident is its moral-and q moral IL
always handy to have around:
"A burglar isn't the only night prowier
that goes tip. tip. tip.
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Welcome, Prophets"
the shutter-door of a saloon I'D Capitol
HUI way, and passersby could get an
elaborate estimate Of the fun going on
inside by the tumble of laughing voices.
toot of a bazoo and the Hitting ziz-zag
OF some rag pianist who was hilarious
ly onto his Job.
A woman had come in the zone Of joility
just as two long-legged youngsters
them big square of pasteboard. which
they set up against the door. The way
those boys grinned was a caution, and,
as If Intentionally to ire the wornan's
curiosity, the two got behind a tree box
and gave such pantomimic assurances of
something that was going to happen that
she stepped near enough to the paste
board to read it's big lettering, done in
reddish chalk:
Welcome Profits
Youth and presumable Innocence stood
at French toilet goods counter. They
wore short, skinny, one-piece frocks.
white shoes and big, fioppy. white felt
swamped their shoulders And both
were chewing gum.
A woman just verging on the agony
line that divides beautiful womanhood
same counter. and Youth and Innocence
were summing her up.
They banded impressions of the
woman's looks and her desperate at
lclHpl u EeIdlu tlen, SfZGu up her
clothes. youthful in cut and color: the
ribbon band on hair. that was artistical-
ly auburn: the htgh-heeled slippers and
gauzy stockings. Their sharp young
eyes saw that the dress was almost
shabby. the slippers old under their
smart polish. and that she kept her
right hand closed with an artfulness
that implied that the tips of her fingers
were frayed. So many of us poor, dear
women are onto that little dodge.
Lord love us, every onei
II betshees bad"
The gum-stuck verdict came from In
nocence. whose lawful place at that
minute should have been In some eighth
"Uccorsei Anybody'kn tell thatr'
like her?"
Then Youth and Innocence, without
explaining how they came by such ex-
elusive knowledge OF a woman they had
never seen before-or. for that matter.
how they happened to be so sordfdly
enlightened at their callow years. sud-
denly became interested IN small Jars
of face cream that q clerk was display
ing, and-that was all there was 20 81
And the woman, having paid for hef
own little box OF something. had got
another woman IN the crowd near tn
store door:
Yes. he passed . splendid examins
ton. and his papa and arc % proud
Which seems to show that even Youth
and Innocence may mako q tr1hing mis-
take.
He was a tourist ana he wore a badse.
As he boarded the car he asked the mo-
torman IL II would take him to the Pres
ident's church The motorman told him
it would.
sure, are your"
The motorman was sure. The tourist
went inside and asked the conductor If
the car would take him to the Presidents
church. The conductor told him 1t would.
"Sure, are your
The conductor was sure. The tourist
sat down and asked the woman sitting
next to him II the car went to the Pres
ident's church. The woman told him
that ii did.
The woman was sure with the sureness
of one who could phflander along 14th
street with her eyes shut.
The conductor called out a transfer
station. And the tourist bolted out OF
the car.
And by this time the whole village
knows how everybody In that I'm
united to deceive a helpless
tourist with a badge.
Oh, but fts a cruel world.
Two members OF the Mystic Order OF
the Yelled Prophets Of the Enchanted
Realm passed car as 1t swung around
the curve at the Union station. Among
the passengers who turned to take a
look at the strangers. picturesque In fez
and regalia, were an elderly woman and
a young girl. The woman wanted to
know who the prophets were. The girl
had to consider.
Lets see: I did hear what you call
EN-. but it's skipped my mind-oh, yes.
they're Trots-Turkey Trots. don't you