Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-07-13

twin in this town who runs
an Avenue car.
The other morning the car was just
filed medium" which needs explain
ing, II was after the Office rush.
and not being bargain day. you
couldn't expect shoppers to swarm
out in a rain that zigzagged down
az II it was made OF something
stronger than water Also. there was
II gusty little wind that at one point
naurauded in through an open win
dow. snatched the hat from wOman's
head and sent it wheeling over the
asphalt
Every passenger took notice and
young woman started to the door.
But the motorman kept right on for
more than two squares until he came
to car stop. His orders were to
halt only at the signs OF the yellow
moon. and he was obeying orders.
Then the young woman got out
and started to sprint bareheaded
through the storm. Whether or not
she found hec hat, which must have
petu IulIt', ioN, oCS!h6 e''"N s'o
asphalt was as wet and slippery as
Just hooked eel. or whether or not
she caught her death of cold--thin
slippers and the like-is what friend
Potash would call something else yet.
All the passengers had to say about
it--and they said it aloud-was that
motorman ought to know an emer-
gency when 1t came his way. Which.
incidentally, might also be said of the
boy who stood.
One fat lady voiced composite
opinion by calling attention to
crumb of "A child just sprouting into
knee pants;
III 1t \adder been my kid that had
tumblcd out Of the window he would
have run his car all the same"
1t was unanimously conceded that
it was exactly What the motorman
would have zone. and thus, had it
happened. woald have enabled the fat
lady to cal. oIt with the poem:
"The boy--uh. where was he''
But, as the boy didn't tumbie out
of the window. no one could put his
hand on his hcart and truly declare
what the EOtorman would have done,
because mlen YOU come down to 1t
there is some difference between
straw and flesh and blood
All the SANE, Obedience seems to be
dangerous and uncomfortable viz
tue when una ccompanied by common
sense
Ask Casa blanca.
YOU know that big clock by Tho
Star buiiGing? Well:
Tuesday ming somebody dropped
q pink verbtma under the clock. 1T
was lovely fresh verbena--one OF
those ld-fashioned dears that grow
in country gardens along with the
yegetables--..ld whoever lost 1t must
have had a aubconscious care to let 1t
fall out of reach Of the crowd that
was surging by on it's way to work.
When the clock had licked its way
out OF the Office hour zone husky
and very black young fellow saun-
tered along with the remoteness OF
expression that means stranger talk
had come from down yonder some
where On Il farm by the big straw hat
threaded around with shoestring,
and that he had cart somewhere
handy. because of the whip goad
tucked under his arm. Well sir, he
saw the verbena and picked 1t up.
And the smile he gave it showed
double deck of teeth as white as
snowpcaks, and the smile meant that
he had found an old friend in big
and way off place. You could tell that,
too, especially if you know about YER
along with the vegetables
Then the husky young fellow took
off the big hat and threaded the YER
bena stem through the shoestring--
and that's all, except that there isn't
a millncr in. this town--in this coun-
try---in this world-that could have
achieved such an artistic effect, al
lowing her all the fine straws and
artificial flowers the trade could
supply
Which sort of helps to prove that
when it comes to a showdown art
simply isn't in it with nature. not
even when typified by IL velvet YER
bena that costs big money and an
did -tiu,y blossom hat mpanS--hOme