Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-11-19
Around the City.
A horse and buggy stood in front of a

A horse and buggy stood in front of a
, clubhouse.
AS a man came out of the house and
got into the buggy the horse gave sud
den plunge and started to run away. The
man dragged at the reins and another
man who was passing darted to the
rescue and brought the animal to a halt.
The driver got out, patted the horse.
! thanked the man, and got in the buggy
again.
,, Looks as If he's had scare of some
sort, or been hit, or something" suggest
ed the man who had helped.
Seems mighty like it. Whoa, there,
Billy. He's a slow going, cool-headed old
chap and there's nothing around here to
brighten him. Been doing and got to
dreaming bad dreams, I reckon-eh,
Billy?"
The driver gave old Billy's brown flank
a love slap with the reins and drove
off, and
A woman who had been approaching
the clubhouse considered it her bounden
duty to stop at a tree box and say
things to small boy with bean shooter.
A woman had bought pair of black
kid gloves. They were boxed in white
watered paper with its inside edge or
paper lace ana lleO With SHL CoEu III d
stiff shiny bow.
The woman slowed her purchase in a
knit bag already choked up with parcels,
and on her face was the satisfaction that
comes from early shopping.
Now, if the size isn't right they can
be changed after Christmas. can they?"
The clerk smiled assurance and an
other woman who had come up in time
for the remark halted to say:
why. hello, Mag. Haven't started
your shopping already, with Christmas
over a month OFF,"
The satisfaction on Mays face express
ed itself in words:
"Finished-all to three towels and two
pairs of stockings-oh, yes, and ging-
ham apron for the cook. l forgot that !"
She whipped out a notebook. jotted
down the Bingham apron-and: Il don t
believe in all this last-minute rushing to
buy foolish things that cost douoie the
money Of useful ones What L do is to
get gloves and handkerchief and cologne
and soap and things like that early
enough SOS I can have 'em put in boxes
to look rich, and then when everybody
else is running around nights buying
trash at double prices, I'm home with the
bother off my mind"
II guess that's the easiest way to do.
but you miss a lot of fun. OF course, L
think everybody ought to get through IN
time to save clerks from working all
Christmas eve night, but / never get into
get trimmed in the stores and the toys
are all wound up and going, and-all like
of that. Besides, l don't know any
body who'd thank ne for stockings ana
handkerchiefs. I'd hate TO get EN-, my
self-and as to giving the cook an
apron
There was more of 1t, but that's enough
to show that Christmas shoppers are not
all made in the same mold-l1ke, say,
tallow candles.
Two Young women were o'-t-talking to
one another at a corner in the shopping
section Tagged to the one in fur coat.
velvet slippers and gauze nose. was a
balloon. A small foreign-looking man
living a dozen balloons fingered expect t
antIy. but the mother-woman was too
busy talking to pay any attention TO the
child
willie want a we'd bloom, mariner!
Willie want a we'd
Then maternal affection took hand
For the lands sake! shut up and be-
want wed bloom. mar-ma-''
That's the way he carries on every
time I bring him out
Want a wed b'loop mar
Diplomacy felt called upon to help ma
ternal affection out:
mo. you don't want nassy ole sing
like Eat, Wouldn't you rather for marina
to take you in the store and buy you
nice little pony you can de on?'
will 1t be a 'potty pony?"
Sure a spotty pony. with a great, long
tail Marina will go in and buy it after
a while"
This was dazzling proposition worth
considering.
''Will it wide me wound-ev'ywhere?"
'Of course"
II wuvver have a wed bloom. marina"
Perhaps under the tow curls there was
a memory of past promises made TO be
broken. Perhaps, again. the mother real
lied that he had sized her UP at her
right value. for she shook him and
rsmmed his hat on--hard. Then the in
sistent cry for balloons broke out into
below of anger and hurt dignity, and the
marina woman gave the child nickel to
stop. And the boy got his balloon.
tsThat young one will be the death OF
me yet He's always getting balloons
and busting them. When l try to train
him his papa jumps on me, and says let
the kid have his good times-and when
he grows up I'll have the blame of it.
Those balloons are not worth cents,
anyhow
1t didn't seem to occur to her that her