Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-08-06
Around the CITY

A tiny boy out Chevy Chase way ex-
| pressed wish to see the inside of a
church. 1t was most laudable de-
sire. and his grandmother granted it
on their next visit to town.
Not far from the F street shopping
center there is a stately edifice, with
portals ever open in invitation to the
passerby. AS the two entered the
cool and silent interior, with its single
glow of crimson light before the altar,
and with men and women pray
| ing here and there. the grandmother
| whispered to the child to kneel down
and ask God to make him q good boy.
He obeyed with beautiful docility. and
| then the two went out into the world
again.
That afternoon, for some baby rea-
| son, the youngsters temper went on a
rampage and became SO rambunctious
| that his grandmother felt called upon
| to remind him in surprised and sor-
rowful reproach.
II thought you asked God to make
you good boy this morning.?
The rambunctious ones answer was
appallingly swift and to the point:
well, He didn't do it, did Hep
He had shifted the blame.
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1.-THE sword of Washington"
This is the label on a case in a gov
eminent department. Under the glass
is laid a puritanically plain steel
weapon and beside it a well worn scab-
bard
1t is such plain sword and SO evil
dent Of the use that had been made Of
it to blaze the way to glory that its
sha bbiness attracted the criticism of
one of a couple of woman tourists who
were doing the sights around
Il shouldn't think Washington would
have worn a common old thing like
that My uncle's got sword he used
in the civil war. and it's just as good
as new. / thought Washington was
rich! Mount Vernon looks like it cost
a lot of money
The other woman, obviously solicitous
of the great mans character suggested
in his behalf:
Well 1 guess that's just the sword
And that was all there was to that.
why in blank don't you look where
you are going?"
1t was the voice Of the law.
The little old man who had come SO
near to being grazed by an automobile
at an Avenue crossing was trembling
from the shock as he tried to placate the
policeman with apologize gasps in a for
eign tongue, when:
A sympathetic onlooker-woman, OF
course-charged into the incident with the
valor of a knight of old:
Say. you policeman, stop swearing at
that poor old fellow! How do you sup
pose he can help being run over when he
can't speak word of English?"
The defense made good. The officer
suddenly conscious of the fact that one
must understand language in order to
dodge wheels-made up for his roughness
by plotting the forlorn old foreigner to
the curb. The crowd drifted away to
make room for fresh one, and the wom-
an who had proved her ability to carry a
lance as well as an umbrella crossed over
to a shop window to take a look at
marked-d down hats.
man in an open car wanted to get
out.
He looked prosperous enough to live in
a hotel all the year round and hang the
expense. His gray suit was the tailors
best and his vest had the bulge that
comes from decades of good cheer. ne
earth-earthiness of his contour was
atoned for by kindly eyes that took in the
two women who sat between him and the
running board. To get out he would have
to cross over a piled-up market basket,
two shopping bags and couple of very
pudgy laps. The woman with the basket
was making a helpless clutch at its han
die, when the man, noticing the empty
bench in front of them, saved the situa-
ton.
Don't disturb yourself, ma am, I'll just
cross over"
He straddied the back of the bench
with commendabl agility, jumped on the
running board and then to the street. And
the thing was done.
And the dear basket shifted out to the
other shopping bag:
Men amt got bit of manners these
days, has they?"
Chivalry is such beautiful commodity
that il is ALWAYS a pity when IL goes to