Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-09-03
Around the City.

The hands of the post Office clock pointed
20 -: q miscellaneous lot of whistles be-
gan to blow in discordant unison. and
church bell chimed the angelus in way
off. mellow booms.
Noon in the workaday world means a
iay-off for lunch, so the swarm OF la
borers on an Avenue building flashed
down from scaffoldings, up from the cell
lar and around from everywhere and be-
gan to eat and talk together in groups
as naturally as If they were moving pic
lures. with monograph on the side.
The passing crowd was too vitality in
tent on its own lunch to notice a lot OF
everyday workmen sitting about on
Cross-beams and cement bags. but-there
are always exceptions.
Two men as fine as ta1lors and toliets
can make a man We're threading their
way by the outer edge of the debris.
when the younger paused and said, as II
continuing an arguments of interest TO
both:
Here's another instance right before
your eyes Size up these men. Do they
look like the kind of human putty you
used TO turn and twist and wheedle and
Coerce in your political day? They don't,
because they are not blind putty. Each
Is an individual man who is walking in
the light. Those fellows reading and dis
GuSSlnE Ihat newspaper are dS IdmllidI
with industrial conditions as you or l
or any other politician. See that man
taking his hot drink from thermos bot
1e: look at that laughing negro over
there by the horses, with his Sold-filed
teeth! Can't YOU see that every bodily
improvement stands for mental progress
and don't you know-I do-that the time
is about on us when We vote-hunters will
have to reckon with the strongest power
that ever
The voice trailed off into indistinctness,
and the woman who overheard and who
might have caught another word or two
ST her dear ears had been more dependa-
bic. tried to figure out for herself what
that strongest power" could be.
The workmen and the mighty struc-
ture they were building high In the air
structures. everywhere, except that you
don't stop to look for thermos bottles
and gold-hlled teeth. As to newspapers.
Everybody reads newspapers! Why, a
newspaper is a searchlight that flashes
into every nook and Granny of the world
and shows up the souls of tricky doings,
so that every man can look which way
he's going
DO you suppose that was 1.-The light
the vote-hunter meant?
And do you reckon he was telling the
other vote-hunter that the coming
strongest power is the power of the
everyday man?
Three humbly dressed women CHANGED
to sit in a row in car. Their hands
were rough, and each wore over her
head the thing that is called a throw"
A passenger. who sat opposite, said to
her companion:
81 can tell the nationality of those three
women by the way they have their heads
wrapped. The Italian has hers draped
with the picturesqueness that belongs tol
her race: the negro is bundled up tol
the smothering point. as ii she had the
toothache, while the Irish woman wears
hers pinned neatly under her chin-true
types, each of them"
The interpreter of types voiced her
knowledge complacently and the other
regarded her with an admiration that
was happily dumb.
The only trif1ing drawback to the in
formation was that the Italian woman
happened to be black Irish and the
Irish woman was good and Dutch.
But, after all, who minds little trihes
like that?
An old colored man was driving a cart. |
II was latticed at the sides and topped
like COOP and between the bars were
craned the neckS of many chickens and
ducks. Likewise, the red comb OF
rooster with sharp beak and a hackle |
ruffed up with rage. AS the old cart
numbered along 9th street the rooster
pried a slat apart, struggled through the
opening and fiuttered to the pavement.
He didn't fly. because his legs were tied /,
He just f1uttered, and when he touched !
the asphalt he Topped.
And of course, people stopped in pass |
ing: and then more people. and then
some, until there was a crowd. The |
driver had to take his time dismOunting |
from the seat, as is the way of US poor |
humans after We pass youths dead line |
and by the time he had captured his |
rooster and put it back in the cart with |
an eve to extra precautions ring of |
men and women were watching the fowls |
gyrations. Then the old man numbered
up to his seat again and drove of. And
The one really attractive feature of the
incident was furnished by woman with
an uplifted voice.
THAT Teller oughter be lynched for
tyin' that ROSTERS legs hathaway"
A mere man seemed to think other
wise:
IF that rooster hadn't been tied. lady, |
the old man wouldn't have been able to
catch it
.'Spose he hadn't. Don't you guess a
rooster wants to live as well as the next
one. huh?"
This was a poser, but the man was
brave.
Yes. / reckon the rooster feels that
way about it, but that old uncle wants
to live, too, and how is he going to do IL |
If he raises poultry just to let it get
away?
Then he'd oughter make a livin' some
other way'n by butcherin innocent
blood
il is this: SO long as people cat meat |
they have no cause to blame them that |
kills
He might have known that a woma II |
with the shank erd of lamb bone stick !
ing out from the lid of her market basket |
wouldn't stop to listen to so foolish an |
argument.
And she didn't.
''poise of the Soul "