Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-10-26
women and q man were rid
/ ing down tho Avenue in that
last lamented open car. Even

without their gilt-lettered
badges you could tell they were
tourists-they knew SO much about
Washington that wasn't SO; and they
knew 1t so aloud.
The woman on the end seat dis
pensed information and accentuated 1t
with gestures Of hand gorgeous
with a cluster diamond with one set
gone. When the car had curved
around 18th street into the Avenue
she sized up a white marble building
in a voice that had all the far-reach-
ing merits of a megaphone gone mad:
That's a church. with statchers
rowed up in front like the one up
to Quebec. like things ornamental
as we'll as the next, but I must say
1t don't seem right to put so much
fancy work on saints statchers that
have eyes that see not and ears that
don't hear in these times when there's
SO many crying for bread"
The lady of lofty remarks shook
her head with. q disapproval that
skewered her hat over one ear. and
while she was doing 1t the other
woman put in q small remark Of her
own:
II call them idols. myself-and I
know tho folks won't believe 1t when
I go homo and tell them that here In
the capital Of the nation they got
idols on their churches
The man interrupted to take
turn:
II got no uBe for churches myself.
Tho forests were Gods first temples.
There's whore you get true religion.
Go to the forests Is what I say"
He said 1t all right. but he didn't
look to be the sort Of man who would
do it-not on q winter Sunday. with
the woods piled with snow. and the
wind Blowing like the "he-evil
stawmpin' erroun'," to quote q brown
sugar nanny who lived . long time
ago and is now gold angel in
heaven. .
ment as II it were entirely original.
He had obviously never heard of
pagan Druids in white gowns anu
oak leaf crowns who worshiped
under trees that ran red with the
blood Of human, sacrifice.
And by that time tho car had
passed tho District building with its
dado Of lawgivers in stone.
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THE lady had cinnamon hair-fresh
dyed-brown silk piano legs and
a brown suit that made her body look
like bun that had overaised in the
baking. And she was directing at
tention to q crowd across the Avenue.
Her companion, poor dub. misunder-
stood the sitlation: -t .-.
Somebody muster got hurt"
Hurt, nothin'i That's variety
show lettin' out. All them men that
oughter be workin' for their poor
wives and children benner squanderin'
the whole afternoon at matinee.
Them varieties are always packed like
that-anni don't care what movie you
go to there's always five men to
woman-and then they turn aroun'
and complain about the way women
CAD. You can't tell me nothin' new
about men-I know 'em from A to
lizard. Goodness knows I oughter-
divorced twice an separated from the
only man I ever loved. Things is
come to a pretty pass when q poor
girl like me with heart trouble like
to take me of any time, has to
worry myself sick month in an out,
year after year. over the little measly
buncher allymoney that's my due. An
him at every variety show that comes
along. I betcher. If the court did
what was right by me wouldn't have
to put up with no excuses about hard
times an the like. Don't tell me
about men! Say. Mag, catch onto that
young Teller comm over-him with
the green sombrario-I wouldn't care
IL knowed that man"
Piano legs started her compan-
lon toward the curb SO that they could
cross the asphalt at an angle that
would fairly bump them into q fat
and famboyant young blood with a
rakish tilt to tho "sombrario" and
with tie that made red cash down
his shirt front
But. alack for the lady with heart
trouble. the famboyant one was 40
intent on tho matinee he had left or
the place he was going to that he let
her pass unnoticed to be lost in the