Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-04-21
AROUND THE CITY


He'll get run over the first thing he
knows. and serve him right. 1 hate
man who drinks
The other young woman must nave
been foolish in spots, of course. or she
would never have worn heels high
enough to make her wabble. but she
had her share of humanity and COM
mon sense.
You ought to be ashamed of your
self for saying a thing like that Maybe
he can't help it any more than you can
= help your hair
. well. like your nerve.
you are forever fussing over It's
color but you couldn't change 1t to
save your life. You got it from your
father and Maize has got it from you.
You were all born that way
"Of all the impu-
,"Heredity;. that's what it is. Mother
says that when she was a girl it was
an every -evening orrurrence for some
young fellow to be brought home in
hack, but that as the years went on
and men began to realize that they
couldn't diSsipate and do big brain
work, they left off their sprees and
their sons of today show for it, BY the
time my Paul is grown you won't ever
see poor chap like this one, but your
Maize will probably have daughter
with hair as red as her own-which
That was all there was to 1t, except
If you consider the good old times when
society kept its sideboard-and contrast
the epidemcal zigzagginss OF that treas
ured past with the sporadic sprees OF the
present. the shrinkage rather proves that
''high heels" halfway right.
And that is enough to ask OF any wom-
an or man.
incidentally. there was third woman
along But as she wasn't in the discus
sion she didn't court. All she did was to
tab it down-like this
"L'Enfant"
The name is cut in the marble of
monument that tops Arlington's green
hill
Two women who apparently had never |
heard of the great engineer were reading
the inscription. when an official OF the
cemetery happened by. One of them
asked what the man buried there had done |
to be so honored. and he explained that
L'Enfant had laid out Washington.
The women exchanged shocked glanceS, |
anG doubtless the one who looked as IL sne |
ought by rights to be a captain OF militia |
would have put the shock into words, eX-
cent that another couple came up and |
the official was again called upon to ex-
plain that L'Enfant had laid out the CITY
of Washington. Nhereupoh the captain
expressed relief.
..Oh is that what you mean? From |
the way you spoke at first l thought you |
meant that he had laid out Washington |
himself-whipped him, you know
Which shows what wise old adage man
he was who first found out that every
thing in this world depends on the point
of view.
Two women were lucky enough to
nab seats at the white goods counter
Both were chunky and shirt wasted
with honest red hands that showed for
housework, and each shed the compla-
cent impression that she was as good
as. the next. The one with a cord
bag choked to the handle with shop
ming wore a glass solitaire as big as /
q shoe button above her wedding ring.
while the other had her We front pin
had doubtless, in its SIMMER day. figured |
In print as the gift of the groom. |
Sherlock would possibly have deducted |
that she had been to market, as the i
cock-iid basket at her feet overtowed
with frizzled greens and the hook end I
of a ham. And even Doctor Watson
could tell that she was doing the talk
ing-like this:
you sure are in luck, Liz. to get an
all-summer invite like that? Wouldn't
care if l owned a dad with farm to
turn the kids loose on-all 1 expect, at
the best. is a coupla weeks at Atlantic
City. and even that depends on whether
Matt gets to Fran e-
The solitaire woman interrupted the |
dramatic possibility by asking how
Matt was going to get out of going. /
seeing that his camp is pointing that way.
We'll. you see. Matt was down to the ;
border in that muss and he don't seem
to relish going across; says he feels
that he has knit his row for Uncle
Sam. ! tell him it's because he's took !
on fat, but between you 3nd me and
the gate post, Matt amt the man he |
was: the doe told me so. But as l says
to him, Matt ] says, you've got to |
make a record for the kids 10 remember /
you by If he gets his exemp. Colonial
Beach for a week is all l can hope for. |
but if he goes, I'll give up the fat and
store the funicher with a friend for the i
use of it, and get ma to take the child'n
off my hands for a month SOS l can
run down to Atlantic City for a little |
rest. 1t built me up splendid when
Matt went to Mexico. l tell you, Liz. |
it's awful when you think of your
husbn bein' in the war-an' they say |
them Huns gets crueller every day
but. as l tell ma. while the board is |
some steep you don't have to spend a ,
lot on dress-HOu know how it is down !
there on the Boardwalk / thought I'd ;
suits-even if / hadder go in mournin' !
You can wear white. you know. Can't
YOU wait on me. please?"
That's about all, only-if Matt should |
get his discharge there's going to be |
one disappointed lady in this town
name of Mrs. Matt. !
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On back street in business section |
there is a bench set against a rear /
wall. The other day a string of I'M
usual people sat on the bench while !
rag tag street Riddles swarmed around
with the sun shining down warm and |
yellow. i
The young woman in the corner seat |
wore a dress OF GYPSY red spangled !
with sequins. and held beribboned /
tambourine in her lap.
She was knitting gray sweater.
The young woman next was in a !
1iowery pink kimono. with prodigious !
pink chrysanthemum over each ear.
She was knitting a gray sweater.
The rest of the space was taken up by |
precocious girl child who looked as if.i
she had already found out that her doll !
was stuffed with sawdust, but didn't |
care.
She was holding a hank of gray yarn !
which was being wound by burnt |!
cork youngster nj cartoon clothes which |
included a yellow vest spotted with |
blue. Scattered around on the bricks |
was handful of Young men tro Of