Evening star., 1918-03-17
AROUND THE CITY

There b . new stained-glA0 window
In the Etrst CONGREGATIONAL CAuDoh- y
was placed there to remind future gem
erations Of q past that can never die. I
Immortality Of the American nag, and
there b . tablet that reads:
In Honor Of tho Union veter.ns ef
This memorial. which. 80 far as,
known. 10 the only window IN any
church dedicated to the soldiers OF that
period, is tribute from Mrs Ada H.
Mrs. Fannie Pomeroy. Mrs- George
Newton and other members of fho-con-
The name Of Mrs. Weiss ts ideutfned
city. and her recent work IN su-
pertntending tho making and send
ing OF hundreds Of pillows to the
Washington ward OF the hospital
At Neuilfy: France, has brought her In
fering at the shrine OF tho Union which
her husband fought to preserve was
not placed in the church, she expfatnss
lest we forget"
Tho women Of tho north ana south
win never forget And the battle songs
Of both armies are forever new. The
sons of the veterans OF '61-'65 sang
them during the war with Spain. and
their grandsons in the trenches over
there are singing them today. We
should honor the preservers OF the
Union, be It in windows, tablets or
stately monuments Soon the last SOL
der Of the blue and of the gray will
be sleeping under the green OF Arling-
ton, where there IL no north or south.
That was my reason for wanting the
She couldn't possibly have had -
better one.
that she was armed with every weapon
that money could forge for the fight
ing OF that battle which woman al
ways loses when her enemy is Time.
table In the same cafe. What she saw
was lump Of pink fat. blue eyes. a
lot OF dimples and exactly two teeth-'
the combination perched ON Q high
chair beside q siri-mother who was
going through an Afternoon tea" that
began with three fried and was to end
with jelly frappe. The baby obviously
objected to oysters allied to frappe, for
he pounded the table with pudgy ffsts.
and white kid bootees. And for good
measure. he yelled and yelled, and
A waiter came to the rescue with n
paper napkin which she offered as meat
- onered TO q tiger in a cage The
and suck its purple violets-but. after
all. what Is q napkin to q baby that
wants to yell? So it yelled-and yelled
Mamma bolted the last oyster and
gave her turbulent offspring a shake /,
Then she thrust a wedge Of toast in its
chuooy fingers, and. naturally, the
toast went to the babys mouth and
kept IT quiet long enough to know that
toast wasn't what it wanted? Then It !,
yelled again.
All the time. the woman in the Ane
clothes and makeup, watched the
baby with that hungry look that-you ,
can't put It In words. but the next time
~ -
passengers. men and women. and sons-
where in that crowd you viii catch the
expression. But you couldn't spell II to
save your life..
way, and right in the middle OF its
pounding and kicking and yelling, BY
some 1uck-maybe 1T wasn't Just luck.
either, but never mind that-by some |
luck, the baby caught the woman's
glance. stopped crying, held out its /,
arms and began to COO.
It was a clear case OF hypnotic -''e
woman gathered up her be 5
with eubsconscious convei ".
paid her bill and then went ST at to
the baby and took him in hes arms
The soft down of Alaskan seal, the
ttnkle Of oriental beads and the ia IN I,
OF diamond earrings made SO many
playthings for the baby. and in the j
eyes Of the woman was that something
that same thing that you can't spell,
intensided-as IL God had put tt there
and wanted 1t to stay.
The mother was frankly ErGfiAad
that . woman Of such worldly afluence
untfi-untu another, woman At another
tabls-an ominously virtuous woman
whose milk Of human kindness seemed
to have curdled on her hands-came
over and whispered q remark.
The mother took her baby from the
a.
fngiy. went out of that cafe mad
enough to bite nails.
That was all there was to it, unless-i
unless. some day -somewhere-at
viciously good meddler and an over
prudent mother who snatched her baby
from the arms of middie-aged DELI I
lah. should be called to account by an
accusing Judge. who. Himself. loved.
little children when He walked the
earth-a long time ago.
And serve them both right
At a movie thrill, with q boy At the
piano doing ragtime for an Indian war
Madam. will you kindly take on
your hatT
.It is only a widows bonnet-it can't
possibly hide the view"
mo. madam. but your veil does. e.
can't see a thing.
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He could not have been a militant
man, or even one who was good at rep
artee, for he collapsed, and by craning
and creaking his neck managed 70 get
in about half of the joy of watching
q lone cowboy shoot up an Indian
camp, cut the thongs that bound the
brave old trapper to a tree, with burn
ing fagots to his boot tops; save tne
lovely girl in white voile from dam
ger worse than death" unbinding
the heroine's mother in a wickiup
guarded by a squaw with enough oeaoe
ON her moccasins to start ten-cenS =
store, and gallop away with the res.
cued. firing a pistol that never seemed
to need reloading, by way OF celebrate
ing the victorious getaway"
And the woman who had a headache
and didn't want to see the play, eh~sr
loved the reels from start to finish .
You have. perhaps, met the lady.
There is one woman in this town for
whom Michelangeio lived in vain. a
You couldn't call 1t personal gruoee:
understood, seeing she had never nearo =
tall Of him until another woman nap
nened to say things about his art-and =
At that. all she did was to claim thae :
no painter ever made better pictures &
than the ones she saw on the beach at Z
Atlantic City.
There are, times when argument is SO
much language gone to waste. ana TINS
seemed to be one OF the times. besides:
The woman who had backed Angelo
of