Evening star., 1911-08-27
Around the City

| The monitor Ozark was anchored at her
wharf at the foot of 9Th street.
| A woman who likes 10 prowl along ttrc
water front about sunset time had Otter
noticed the big. taffy yellow boat. but for
the minute, had forgotten its name. 80
she applied for information 10 an ancient
colored man who was sitting on a grassy
bump, with his pipe in his mouth, his
eyes on the river and-ony his Creator
knows how much of the beauty Of the
| evening In his soul.
As the woman put her question the
ancient one scrambled his bones up from
| the bump. took the pipe from his lips,
| and gave his information with a defer
ence that might have been handed down
and maybe was-from some old-time
/ Virginia cavalier.
"Yessum. lady, / knows dat ship. She
belongs TO de guy ment. And dey calls
her Noah's Ark
| She was pretty, trashy looking young
thing in a skinny white "one-piece.
short enough to show near-silk stockings
and tabby velvet ties with wobbly neels.
tarnished bracelet. deliberately chased.
slipped up and down one callow arm. and
| on the other dangled one Of those green
| amulets that the public is supposed 10
! consider jade. Around her Dutch neck
was string OF wax beads and smother
| ing her bleached hair was hushel
basket hat of the red OF tomatoes-stewed.
A wired string of coral made out OF
celiuloid WAS twisted around the crown
| of the hat and clinched at side In
a loopy tangle that might have been in
! tended either for particularly wild rose
or for the donkey ears OF millinery.
| Either conclusion would he a strain on
the imagination. And she was dawding
along, looking in shop windows and chew
| ing gum.
| Before one store stood a thin, oldish
| woman. with a basket OF iron holders
which she was trying to sell al a nickti
| each-and failing.
The failure WAS written all over the
| peddler woman's face and droopy figure
| and voiced itself in a low, ptifully inA
gratiating wall to people, most of them
women. who went i'm and out OF the store
and made no sign. An iron holder as
every body on this earth ought To know,
| Is about the most foolish stock ped
dler can carry. No woman with any
respect for a nickel is going tn throw II
| away for a thing she can make herself
of any old rag around home.
/ So the peddler woman waited-and wait
ed-and waited-until at last a high
strung young voice piped at her:
| "You amt sold one, have you? | been
watchin most hunderd women shoNe
bright by-an' they didn't one of EN-
look as If il would kill em TO part with
small-szed nickel. Say, you look aw-
| full weak amt YOU well?'
The peddler woman said she was well
/ enough but she hadn't sold holder all
/ day.
| We'll believe me. I'm nohody's spoiled
| heiress but i Say. you don't min9
| takin' the money i'm change, do youe
! Lor', you keep the holder-1 got no use
for irons. Why. say. If | was To tempt
| TO heat fat-iron where ! room my
| landlady'd up an fling me out: honest.
| she would.
And, having parted with this informa-
| ton. and apparently her last penny with
it. the pretty, trashylooking young thing
dawdled on.
A reporter had photographed group OF
| coIored children who had worked All
| summer i'm one of the school gardens 10
| every small planter the photograph meaht
| a rapturous possibility, and as the tefch-
er in charge turned TO go tiny sirl put
| her hearts desire In words:
please, Miss Blank. will our pictures
GO in the funny papers?
For them the comic supplement meant
fame. =, -,
Which seems to show. in small way
that fame like everything else IN TINS
world, depends entirely on the point Oh
view.