Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-11-07
THE CITY

= HE was wearing the new neck
piece that Paris has created to
IL supplant the summer fur-a
soft. fluffy ripple of black lace
lit with sparks of jet that reached up
to her ears and trailed down each
side of her v-throat to show a mar
row thread of baroness to the cor
sage pin. platinum, or imitation. you
! couldn't tell which. sprayed with
emerald leaves. And she said to a
tailormade woman she had met on the
street:
DO you recognize my Antoinette
ruche?"
! An Antoinette ruche naturally sug-
gests Antoinette's neck. and the knife
that went with it; and the Princess
Lambert with her own neck stuck
coquettishly on a pike; and Nine. La
Fargo, at the foot of the g-uillotine
knitting, necks falling with every
fash of her needles, and Robespierre.
and poor. dear Charlotte. and Sidney
Carton. and
NO use trying to guess. It's the
lace that was on the georgette that l
danced to a rag last winter. Looks
as good as new, doesn't it?''
And here's a bet that Mrs Solomon
in all her glory never wore a lace
trifle in winter to take the place of a
summer fur
x !: x
A WORKMAN sat on a girder. The
\ girder snot high in the air, and
the man was eating his lunch to save
the time and trouble of climbing down
and up again.
And a man below said to his COM
panion in passing:
Il wouldn't be up there in that
chaps place for million dollars"
You mean you couldn't be up there
not even if you were given million
dollars for doing it. There's a differ
ence.'
That was all there was to it. except
| that to another person who heard the
man on the girder represented prog
ress.
And it is progress that runs the
world.
WHEN dreams are dead and all our
w idols broken crockery, We sort
of grow world-proof wisdom, like
pips on an autumn bush-a compensa-
ton which Father Time gives in pay
for the blood-rush OF youth he has
taken away.
A man who must have been of that
! type. vas in a car that curved around
Garfield statue the day laborers were
rigging a rope tackle inside the Be-
tanic Garden fence. A younger man.
seated next. ridiculed the performance
as another bluff in the history of the
Grantees monument, obviously UNI
aware that the warrior and his horse
were boxed in section on the ground
and that the tackle meant that the
statue is about to be placed at last.
"Those lions will die of old age if
the general doesn't get move on
him-and what's worse. some new
congressman from the home town dis
trict will be mistaking the pedestal
for a Junk pile and propose to set up
a statue to Pershing, which will be as
good. for when you come down to it,
who remembers what Grant did, any
how"
History" commented the pipe ma n.
chats so. sir, and Grants all right,
but-well, say. if ever he does climb
up on that thing. instead of standing
out like a war hero. he is going to
look like Daniel in the lions dem
| We'll, son. when it comes to war
| heroes, what's the matter with Dan
| iei""
The Young man chuckled and told
| the other that he was "a humorist. but
| II wasn't that. 1t was the mellow
mindedness of man who has grown
! world-proof wisdom-like pips on an
autumn bush.
| WISE man has handed down the
~ ages a truth that is ever fresh
for the reason that you and 1 and
everybody knows as well as he did
that:
1T is the little things that count"
| Listen. A woman on her way to
! her desk Wednesday morning paused
at an open door long enough to say
! to another woman, who was pegging
! away at a typewriter
ELECTION suit you
A shake of the head. SOLDERING
! of smile-lines and a dissenting shrug
| was about all there was to that
| but:
Pretty soon the woman who had
! lost out came into the office which
the desk woman shared with others.
But the disappointment had vanished
and the smiles were back. os bright
and breezy as May day come again.