Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-04-16
Around the City

longed to somebody's grandmother
made its temperance on the stage OF
life yesterday afternoon. The stage
happened to be a car.
It was a finely hand woven straw Of
the late fifties, the original corn color
deepened bit by time. It was edged
with tiny straw "bugles" and the in
side ruche Of white illusion and blonde
lace was stuck full OF small pink rose
buds. There was a curtain" and chin
ribbons Of wide pink ribbon with the
loopy edges of long ago. and one stiff
crimson verbena was tucked in the
bow.
The girl who wore the poke gave
artistic first aid to the dear old bonnet
by wearing her dark hair parted in the
middle and waving down to her ears.
Her eyes were sedately downcast and
she kept her mouth in the "prunes and
prisms' occurrences that was the
standard set for maidenly modesty in
the days when everybody's grandma
was young.
Fashion has turned out many stylish
After all. no matter how much money
and talent one spends on an imitation
and in spite of the superiority of the
present over that poor old provincial
past-the revival never attains the
charm Of the simplest real thing"
Not in pokes. anyhow.
An old, old woman was talking to a
younger companion as the two waited to
be served at a butter stall.
Dear me, you young folks can't be so
smart after all, judging by the way you
run the world. There's DR.. Wiley down
on Easter eggs, and 1 don't blame him!
If wasn't SO slow in my walk and knew
where to find him, I'd tell him about the
days. There wasn't any warnings needed
when we wrapped the eggs in pussy-wil-
low tassels and boiled them a lovely
speckled brown. Some calico rags used to
bring out wonderful gay colors if you
wrapped them tight aroung the eggs and
tied them with a string, and
If the man. who carried the message to
Garcia had been around, he could just as
we'll as not have gone straight to DR..
Wiley with another
had to go about her affairs without even
stopping to hear whether the old woman
would include in her dyes the crushed
young peach leaves that color eggs to
Which. If you come down to 1t, eggs
really are.
Way up on the gilded heights Of Vanity
Fair there is a house with a side veranda
that looks out on a garden hedged with
trees.
A young man and a pretty girl were
on the veranda yesterday playing q game.
Each stood as far apart as space would
permit and tossed hoops at each other
vuh 1a
They were trying out the latest fad from
1.-The chateau life of France"
Gracehoops!
Separately. Of course. the incidents
were scarcely worth recording, but:
Three glimpses at the past in one day
seems to imply that the time that is
will forever find something to copy from
the time that was.
She was a wholesome, smiling young
woman in gray, with a black matadore
hat wreathed with satin flowers. And
she was telling a plain woman In black
about some small boy who had supplied
her family with the thing We call a
"household word
Hes the cleverest child! Just before
Christmas I asked him what he wanted
Santa Claus to bring him, and he named
over so many toys that I stopped him
to ask:
"'You don't expect all those gifts, do
YOU? And the dear little fellow answer
ed back-and he's only about four years
old:
US can't have all what US wants.
Wasn't it cute?'
And wasn't it pathetic?
man was riding in an open-windowed
itol grounds and shot into the Avenue
track the man snapped out an ejaculation
and thrust his head out of the window.
Every passenger at every other window
tried to do likewise, and those next the
aisle craned their necks and looked ex-
cited.
There seemed to be nothing doing. so
the passengers united on composite
stare at the mans shoulder-the stare
that means Indignation at being cheated
out Of a thrill.
The man wasn't caring. He had seen
something that caught his interest and
was entirely centered upon 1t. until, turn
ing to another man beside him, the two
with such good will that the
cheated passengers took to craning and
staring again. Only woman in the
seat behind the two. knew what the
sr7,all commotion meant.
Eyes, sir, I've been trying for years to
see that aluminium cap. but never hit it
before when the sun was at the right
isn't it?
What the woman saw was the Wash
ington monument, topped with a tiara OF
QlaHuCHuS GNCi hho" aDOoS NAAS ~N
mum cap?
If a pigeons wings are spanned with a
bit of Irvine it can flutter and hop. but
II cannot fly. At least, one pigeon could
not.
A sturdy, kind-faced man brought a
pigeon into an Office and placed it on his
desk while he used the phone. An office
boy scooped the bird up in hands entirely
too big for his size, and handed it over
to a woman for closer inspection.
It was a Slate-gray pigeon, with hackle
of iridescent green's and purpllsh pinks. Its
ewes were topaz jewels, and its Old-roSe
feet ended in claws that looked like cut
tngs from smoked pearl The claws curved
fiercely around the woman's fingers and
a heart under the gray feathers pulsed
quick and jerky against her palm.
"Squab for dinner?''
to the desk to shoot copy up the chute
AS soon as the air had sucked the copy
in he darted off without waiting for the
answer he didn't expect. But the woman
didn't fancy the suggestion. A SQUAD
for dinner is all right, you understand
IL it doesn't happen to have claws curled
around your finger and its heart painting
with terror against your palm. Then it's
different.
Il bought it down at the market" ex-
planned the owner, as he hung up the re-
ceiver My little boy has one pigeon,
and it looks so lonesome I thought I'd
give 1t a companion
The woman tried to tell the poor, palpi-
tating thing that there was nothing to be
afraid of. that everything was going to
turn out all right. But the pigeon could
not understand. 1t seemed as much in the
dark concerning its future AS