Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-07-20
AROUND THE CITY.

us feel. now and then. If you doubt it.
do somebody good turn and watch
results-with this small incident for
illustrations: -.
man passed through a vast room
on his way to somewhere else. Pro
tog1 aphically considered he was of
the spic-span elegance that comes
from the possession of every luxury
under the sun. but in his eyes-or to
ne exactly right. in the soul back of
his eyes-shone tho light that no
nan ever vet saw on laEd or sea-or
al any festivity with selfiSnn aSs on the
guest list. woman caught it's ra-
dliince as he paused at her desk long
enough 10 say:
y friend gave me some money and
bought $1,000 cigarettes"
The woman knew without telling
That the smokes were onl, so many
he aus on the mans own endless chain
OF personal help and Kindness to the
boys at the Hero Hospital and as he
went his way she said to herself as
those other men and women said to
esch other that long-ago day:
@Jesus of Nazareth is passing by."
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II you get on the Maryland turnpike
and travel and travel you VIII
come 10 farmhouse with green fields
all around and the Potomac in front.
Another road, all dust or mud. ac-
cording to how You find it, leads from
the farm to a village and one dav last
week a Washington woman went tC
the village along with a blue calico
lduy IN a Sunbonnet with Stats in il
ana sheepskln mitts. They went in an
IN III
steers. with black man on the road
sue keeping step with an oxgoad-
and empty meal sacks in the cart, of
course What they ostensibly wen,
Tor were groceries and the mail, but
the caf1co lady wanted something else,
TO wit:
over in tangly weed lot was a
tlme-gnawed gray house, and over the
door was sign that read: Your only
chance to consult Zamiel. master-kiuc
Of the slarS"-and the calico lady was
taxing the chance. The Washington
woman as chaperone, led the way up
the steps and peeked through a crack
IN the door No. naam, it wasn't
nice. out that is what she did. She
peeked through the door. but all she
saw was a fat man eating something
out. OF paper bag and washing it
down with something else out or a
bottle-yes. ma'am. Then she knocked
After waiting long, enough for the
master-king to smear black under his
eyes and chalk his nose and put on a
olack cambria wrapper all-over gilt
stars, the two walked in upon his in
Ntation to ENTER into the dread cir
Gle, and while the calico lady was
inside a cubby little back room get
ting her quarters worth of past and
present. and as much future as the
money would buy, the Washington
woman made friends with the for
lornest old black cat you ever laid
eyes on. Leastways, 1t looked like a
cat, but the master-king explained
that it was 'Beelzebub. Prince of
Darkness and that he seemed fond
of the woman. He must have been,
for he slunked along after her, jumped
in the cart and walled on the fence
all night. Beelzebub is like that So
are cats.
The calico lady got a bargain in the
way of sudden deaths. mysterious for
tunes, chanSeiing. q light man to be
bewared of and a lot of other thrifty
odds and ends that seemed to do her
whole lot of good. and when the
Washington woman got out of the
cart to swipe a couple of green apples
from an orchard she shuddered out
something about poison" Exactly
like that.
What about it all? Nothing. only
the same seer came to Washington not
impressed at the dignity, Of HIS sur
roundings, the elegant language in
which he served destinies out to the
customers. the ultra-style Of his flow
ing robes, and the all-hiBhness of his
prices!
An oldish man in rusty-brown
clothes and with a rusty brown
beard met up with a pin. 1t was
shining sharply bright on a tagging,
and he stopped to pick it up.
He had stiff joints and his fingers
were in that state informally known
as bungly. So he had trouble picking
up the pin.
A young man paused to offer his
services. but the old one refused.
He just grunted and grumbled until
at last victory came his way. Then
he Strengthened up his rickety joints
and put a hand to his back.
I'm not as young as / used to be-
he admitted. as genially as his joints
would allow. But you know the old
saying: ~
'''see pin and let it lay, you'll
have bad luck all the day. See pin
and pick 1t up you are sure to have
good luck
so 1 never pass one by"
And yet he didn't look as lucky as
a man ought to be who had made a
life habit of picking up pins.
CONCERNING that dear millennium:
Over at the museum there are
bronze pins with knobs to them. .--.
The label that goes with the exhibit
explains that bronze belongs to the
prehistoric age. A young man read
about il to his obvious bride. and
then added. with the humor of scien-
tific revelations:
Now / know why you dear things
insist upon long hat pins. 1t isn't
q fashion that will change, but tribal
instinct that makes you cling to it
as the weapon used by your oldest
grandmother.
The obvious bride bridled:
Well, l must say it isn't very nice
of you to mention grandma's age like
that when you know how perfectly
and besides, it isn't so. Grandma
never used a hat pin in her life.
All her bonnets tie under the chin
The young man chuckled and
pinched her ear as they browsed over
to the next case. So 1t must have
10 live with a mental troglodyte like
that after the gilt wears of her
youth and good looks.
And to have to keep on living with
her for years-and years--and years,
g
THE same and more of it:
Two women were doing the pre-
historic animals over at the museum
and both of them were SO tired they
didn't know what to do--still--
When you come to town to see the
sights you have got to have some
thing to tell the homefolks:
why, that skeleton is as long as
our front yard-as il anybody could