Evening star., 1911-07-30
Around the City

A woman was wheeling a man in a
chair.
/ He was an age-touched veteran who
had once been a young soldier, and the
chair signified that. for him, the war
should never be over until the day of
eternal peace.
The woman was his guardian angel in
the earthly disguise of wife. And the
two were happy because they had love,
and love is all that counts.
With gentle slowness she had wheeled
her invalid on his bit of outing and
brought him back to the steps of their
home. mans strength was needed TO
engineer the chair into the house, so the
guardian angel, who seemed to ordinary
eyes to be only loving and faithful
woman, looked anxiously up and down
the street and finally across to where
colored youngster was draped agains, the
gray Stats of a tree box. In answer to her
beckoning hand he lOunged Obligingly to-
ward her, eyed the proposition with in
dolent good nature and agreed to lend a
hand for ~ cents. The woman was
| lingering in her bag when the two were
Joined by a young Italian from nearby
shop He was so different in shape: color
and pose from everyday humanity that
one could only suppose nature. in sudden
WEAKNESS of tob-lOt creations, had passed
|
who had done his best. And, furthermore,
! he was so strong, so smiling and so ready
to offer service that the woman gave way
and after the chair was In the house
asked how much she owed him.
| If the answer had come from the sort
of person who wears a red ribbon across
a fine starched shirt. instead of from a
workman in a blouse of blue denim, 1t
could not have been more gracious: The
| Italian wanted no pay: certainly no pay.
| 1t was a pleasure to aid the sick and a
| privilege, oh: great privilege. to be
allowed to serve a soldier who had fought
| for his America.
And you," he went on, turning to the
good-natured youngster who was loung-
ing back to his tree box; ''how can you
take money from man who fought
for you?"
In the boys chuckle was the rich. UNI
studied melody of the black mans race.
Il don't want nobody to do no fght'n
for me. en- do my own fightn-"
Which suggests that some United
States Kipling ought to come along
pretty soon and write a bang-up poem
for the new generation.
Lest it forget
When a baby's toe wiggles out of it's
shoe it is a sign he will be a wanderer
on the face Of the earth.
This Is official 1t came from woman
it's lawful environment. This way:
She was car riding with a blue lawn
girl, and while they confabbed about
who can keep tab on what two young
women talk about from Takoma Park
to Center market?-lhe baby. on Its
| mothers right, was having a gorgeous
time tearing up transfer slip INTO
| forty eleven pieces.
And one pink speck of toe was bob
bng out of its shoe. Likewise. out OF its
tho 70 srir1
spicuous attention to the escape, but when
the mamma woman turned the only
thing that caught her notice was the RAIN
of gray paper which the baby was snow
ering to the floor. So she promptly ad-
ministered one jerk and two slaps which,
incidentally. should have been self-bestow-
ed-The idea of trusting transfer to
baby so young that its only language
was a f1annelly gurgle. when entertain
ingly engaged in destruction. and word
less yell when interrupted with spanking
Never mind, if the day ever comes when
suffragette spinsters get to running
things, you'll see a perfect wOrld-just
wait
The conductor, a youngster who must
have had under his blue cloth tender
heart for kiddies. stopped the one-sided
| woman whipped out a cruller from
paper bag and choked yell midway.
Tiny hands, pimpl-d with heat. clutched at
the greasy pacifier. two legs kicked with
| were over. The blue lawn girl considered
1t favorable opportunity to make an
other remark about toes.
| So the mamma woman dumped the baby
| on her lap. and while cagins the es-
Gaping little pig that went to market
voiced her prophecy about the tiny
specks Of feet that were to track the
! rounds of creation.
But the question is: When a shoe Is
sandal. And the button Is gone that
should fasten the strap down. And there
is an undarned hole in the sock. so that
! the baby couldn't keep its toe from wig
CLING out to save its pity itty life-does
! the sign hold good?
A spinstery Miss Pris can't be expected
| Of course, to cope successfully with such
| an abstruse problem. but, say, just for
| the sake of argument:
Does it?
Way out where the suburban cars go
there is a struggling field, gay with bios
| SONY weeds. In the weeds are grass
hoppers. and bobbing around irresponsibly
are butterflies of pale buff and loveliest