Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-02-22

mac Park. the palisades, the White
| House. the Treasury, all laid out as ii
in miniature. A female tourist with
eyeglasses spoke. Her voice was harsh.
who was mostly nose-and red nose at
that think we are being swindled
at that hotel. 1t would be whole lot
cheaper to eat at one of those dairy
lunches"
"Gr-r-rump." agreed George. heavily.
Besides" continued the female tour
list. acidly. Il notice that you spend too
much of our time at that bar
"Gr-rump," denied George.
Where are we to go next? asked
an angular woman in an alpine hat, as
she consulted a schedule in front of
her.
With an effort George broke into CO.
herent speech.
Dunno" he replied. amiably.
We'll" announced the eyeglassed
female. we've seen enough of this
Il do WISH said the angular woman.
wistfuily, that we could get picture
of this view. It would be so interesting
on a post card.
They climbed into the elevator and
slid slowly out of sight.
For such as they" murmured the
phantom. yanking at his neck cloth.
This mighty monument is built for
such as they:''
"Oh. they're not all as bad as that
consoled the Observer.
But the phantom would not be inter-
Not a thought of this giant memorial
to great man." he complained, nor
was built, nor the deeds that inspired
it's building. All, those be decadent
times! ! fear we Americans do not
Now. although it may sound foolish
| to you, 1t is fact that spirits OCCASION
ally get hungry. The Observer wouIu
| never have known 1t had not the spiri.
manifested longing for roast beef.
Ihey went to quiet corner restaurant,
where they chose an inconspicuouS table.
! The observer ordered double portion
and made the phantom eat out of the
| plate.
When The Man Who Knew George
| Washington at last pushed back his
! chair with sigh of content the OBJ
server proposed the trip to Alexandria
| But they were not to leave the restau-
! rant without adventure.
Three tables from them sat a man
with flushed face. He had been din
ing well, and the proprietor of the
! place was pointing out the fact to
1 him in no unmistakable terms
| you've had enough" said the pro-
prietor.
the diner. thereby manifesting his New
| York origin.
Don't argue with me-" said the pro-
prietor You lift your little self up
/
Tn all right" said the red-faced one.
| Not in my place. you're not" replied
the. proprietor, with determination 81
amt going to lose my license because
| OF you. Out you CO.
The red-faced man did. 1t was not
| exactly the manner one would ordinarily
| have chosen for leaving 1t was rather
abrupt and mussy. But the point is, he
| went.
The phantom was aghast
.d Is this the way hosts treat their
! guests In taverns in these terrible
times?" he demanded
That, explained the Observer. lis the
community spirit. Man should not drink
too much. according to modern views.
And they have gotten this thought home
| to the restaurants"
But why drink at ALL asked the
spirit. IF conviviality is wrong?'
"Ah." repeated the Observer, in his best
temperance tone, why drink at all?'
Mock me not said the spirit. For
do not understand. In my good days
| discretion. Times are indeed sad ii
men have forgotten how to drink
| With this bitter anti-temperance thought
the spirit started toward the Alexandria
Alexandria
Il am moved to remark" said the
phantom as the car hurried on its way
that this is Infinitely better than the
| MOI seDdch roe OF former times There
is motion. there is speed, more than an,
prancing steed. though he did his fastest
canter. could achieve with aid or banter
And verify believe that these people
did achieve the destruction of all horses
when they"
That will do" said the Observer.
gently.
The phantom looked up with pained
surprise.
DO you not like my roundelay?" he
asked in hurt voice.
There's too much round and no,
lenough lay in it, explained the OBJ
server.
1T is infinitely better than the de.
cadent verse of your so-called futurist
poets.''
Then digging around in ghostIy peck
let The Man Who Knew George Wash
ington brought forth a tattered magazine
clipping. He adjusted his spectacles
Hear this he said. And read:
E A purple catuip foatcd high;
| The soft OF the ul-bul trees
Disturbed the wasp hounds dreadful cry
And fingered in the breeze
''Stop!" Numbered the Observer. "Wha,
is that?'
The spirit chuckled.