Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-11-26
Around the City,.

Two bay horses hitched to a wagon
near the market curb were enjoying FRI
days rain. Any human with two good
eyes in his head could tell that by the
way the bays whispered to each other
or tossed arrogant heads at other rain
soaked horses around, and one spotty-
gray, q yard away, could have made an
affidavit to that same. Spotty-gray was
as wet as water could make him, and
his cart was wreck, with wheels that
wobbled like-wobbled like loose teeth.
His head hung dejectedly. but he kept
his eyes walled at the dandy bays. and
there's no telling what longing and
envy was seething at the back or his
poor bone of head
And the bays were perfectly aware
of the jealousy they were creating
What bays wouldn't be. in polo coats
and monk cowls Of soft and shining
white oilcloth that protected them from
the storm and kept them as warm as
toast. To say nothing Of the elegance
of their costume.
oh, well, there may be a man per-
son, here and there, to argue that those
two bays were unaware Of their fnery,
He isn't well acquainted with horses.
ripple of blue cord lay on the pave
ment. There is nothing alluring about a
string that somebody has thrown away
1t just lay where ii had been dropped
to be walked on and bedraggled until IL
was dirt color as well as pIue.
An old man came shuffing by, saw
the string and picked it up. To get IL he
had to stoop with the slow laborfous-
ness of rheumatic joints. and when ne
straightened up the hand that held the
string went to his back with the spas
modic quickness that means crfcks-
When he had eyed the string the OLD
soul brushed 1t against his coat ran
his fingers along its length, doubled II In
even folds. put it In an inside pocket
and then shuffied on.
He wasn't of the type that makes a
hobby of string collecting. He was too
frankly poor.
Do YOU suppose-do you possibly imag-
inc that there are lives about us so par
rem of incidents that an interest OF some
sort can be got out Of the mere picking
up of a string?
And, allowing there should be such
deadly dull lives about us, don't you sup
pose, again, that the rest of us are 10
blame? Not as individuals, of course.
but as members of family whose head
expects US to be our brothers Keeper
Oh, WELL maybe he just wanted a
string-any old string-to tie up some
You never can tell about a thing like
that.
Two women at a silk counter were wait
ing TO be served While they waited the
one who was sitting discoursed to tho
one who was standing. Divorces, electro-
cutions and pink taffeta diversified her
remarks for an opening, and then sne
Jumped the Atlantic to start In on cne
suffragette outbreak In London
at don't blame those women one DIT
glory I'm them. It's bound to come some
day, and If you can't gain your rights e1-
cept by fighting, ! say fight. Everybody
calls this a mans world, but what want
TO know is what right have they got to It
any more than we women? THAT'S the
reason you can't pick up newspaper
but what it's full of murders and steal
ings and things. Why, l had bridge
party last Tuesday a week ana Wneh !
took 1t IN SADLY night, don't you know
there wasn't a paper In this city printeo
IL Sunday morning? l suppose IL had
killed my husband or choked ma 10
death I'd had my picture on the 'front.'
page-but that's just like men! You 30 IN
a bank and you have to wait and walt
till every last man ahead OF you takes
his time getting waited on, and the same
way in the cars What l want 10 Hve
to see is a woman's world, with every
thing going on peaceful and KIND as II
oughter. It's the men who cause all tne
suffering in the world"
'.Ouch! Say, woman, you'll Kill some
body with that hat pin yet. IL you don't
look out. Good thing 1t was my shoulder
instead of my eye
The ponderous person who interrupted
said other high-strung things. but
enough Is always enough.
The woman with the dreadnought hat
pin gave 1t q yank inward. and that's all
there was to it, except to give the stand
ing woman a chance to remark:
There's one thing about mans worfo,
He isn't responsible for the hat pins IN Il.
car stopped near the Union station
to let a little girl and her mother get oct.
The door slammed to and the car had
started, when piercing scream rang out.
every passenger jumped TO the
window, expecting to find that the child
had fallen beneath the car. But she
wasn't under the car. She was Logging
after 1t at top speed"
The conductor. understanding the cry
and the words shouted after II, stepped
inside to where the child had been seat
ed, picked up a pair of forgotten roller
skates and dropped them from the rear
platform. And the near-tragedy was
over.