Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-09-10
Around the CITY.

Moving picture art has not yet reached
the standard set by Washington man.
Observe:
A young woman was describing the
| realism of certain photo-plays which she
had just seen. when the man chipped in
with his objection:
Well, yes, the acting is fine, but ! can
never hear a blamed thing they say
car was held up at the Peace
monument by laborers working on the
track. y supreme moment had arrived
in the laying of rail and several cars
had to wait until it was rivcted in
place And that takes time.
y double line of brown men swinging
their hammers in unison. those on one
side of the track striking while the
opposite line lifted steel billets high in
was rhythmically sonorous. the blows
Keeping time to chanting Of two
notes. high or low, according to the
sweep of the hammer. And everybody
knows how negroes can sing.
Government clerks had been at their
desks for an hour, so that the men and
women who filled the car had no WISH
BILE reason for their impatience, as far
as offices were concerned. Every man
passenger aboard. however, acted as if
| and women with shopping bags and
lidded baskets fused as if stores and
market were about to fly away.
The men, most of them fumed out to
see what was going on and then fumed
backbone of them to light cigarette and
start putting, il the delay gave him a
right to smoke Women craned their
| necks out of the nearest window and di-
vided the blame between motorman and
| conductor. and flock of children who
a nf rp,nf don nm
| the river began to Whmper for the lunch
es that We're packed in shoe boxes and
empty bags.
One mother deserved medal. She gave
her sandal-footed son meaning look that
queted him into sudden doclity, told the
other mothers not to worry, that they
had oceans of time. and took the littlest
girl on her lap and began to tell 1t a
story.
After a bit the hammers gave a final
strike to the accompaniment of a last me-
lodious boom, and the anvil chorus was
| over. As it didn't happen to be the anvis
or opera or even d street piano, nobody
paid any attention-eXcept two plain
women whom Paris. and the Apple, or the
present-day expert on peaches" would
have thrown out on sight.
Verify, life has its compensations.
Two Indians were Sightseeing Zach
was civilized to the extent of a cheap
suit that did not fit, and both shuffled
with dull listlessness as if government
buildings were not in it with the peaks
and canyons they had left behind.
| As small concessions to a tribal past,
each wore single quill in his sombrero
also. one had hoop earrings and the
other showed on his breast a Catholic
| medal and cross.
AS they passed the Library building
both Indians paused with sudden inter
est and stood straight alert and smil-
watch a n u
f.! ing on the grass.
Each tiny fellow wore an Indian suit
with headdress of feathers. Each flour
ished tinfoil tomahaWk and whooped
and War-danced exactly as real Indians
don't do and never did.
| And when one little chap craWled over
the grass to attack portly black mann
my, who made believe she didn't know
he was coming-well. the two who were
the real thing looked at each other and
grinned.
And inside the Library there are doubt
less many books. beautifully bound and
illustrated. to prove that the Indian is a
stole who never smiles.
Two men were watching a church
parade They did not look like ambi-
| tious men, but one of them must have
had his aspirations:
| Gee. ! wisht l belonged to somethin
SOS / could get a chance to march!
Trouble with this procession is you got to
be pious to jine.'
| The other man must have had his
triumphs, for he answered. not boast
fully. but with the natural pride of
achievement:
| Il amt pious. but I'm BANKED patri-
otto! Why. man. I've carried torchiights
| in every republican and democratic rati-
| fication procesh they've had in this
BANKED town for the last forty years
| And passing woman whispered to her.
self, confidentially: