Evening star., 1922-07-24
- ENNSYLvANIA avenue, famous
thoroughfare known to all the
world; Peace Monument, small
in size but prophetic IN pose;

world; Peace Monument, small
- in size but prophetic IN pose;
souvenir shops filed with odds
and ends, mostly trinkets for tour
lists; site OF q former publication now
a bottling works; old hotel where
famous statesmen used to plan their
political strategies; white-tiled cafe
terra, where once the succulent snap
per was served; gypsy fortune tellers,
gaudy dresses and Carmen earrings.
Part of Washington's Chinese quar-
ter. quaint little oriental maids and
boys chattering in their native tongue
for q moment-then in English to
their American piaymates. Camera
shy-on Sunday nights dressed by
fond Chinese mothers in gorgeous
raiment; reminds one Of Sunday on
the Bund in Shanghai
Four famous old hostelries, scenes
of former-day splendors. two where
Kentucky colonels discoursed at
length on the merit of the different
kinds of bourbon; famous saloon now
used as an eating place; across the
roadway once the home of leading
firm of grocers. youngest member
Presidents troop-of this organiza-
ton more anon. Two old reliable
drug stores. famed for accuracy in
compromising prescriptions. Seventh
street, once Washington's brightest
night thoroughfare, now lined with
modern merchandisers-oil lamps no
more; in their place are huge flicker
ing ad displays.
On the Avenue again-statues here
and there, all need a bath; famous
old Center market. where milady and
my lord marketed twice and thrice a
week, the second story once an ar
tential soldiers, many of whom
served with distinction in the Spanish
and the late war.
Just off the beaten path, famous
old playhouse where many noted ac-
tors and actresses appeared; business
houses, offering tempting bargains;
Ben Franklin. face partly discernible
through dust and dirt. A busy mart;
famous burlesque house, then the To-
cation of one of the nations most
famous eating places; the site OF
the old Star building; a fashionable
jewelry shop; across the street a
great, gray granite structure, the
Post Office Department, on the side of
which stood the old Globe Theater.
where James owen O'Connor played
behind a net; across the street an
imposing edifice. modern hotel: zig
gag across the road. where the three
ball insignia was once displayed. just
beyond Hancock's, where darky bar
tenders-but why awake painful
full memories?
A rejuvenated theater on the site
Of the old National, where Washing
toms elite were wont to gather; Dis
trict building, huge white pile; nine
story hotel on the site of the Old
willard. once the home of many Of
the nations most famous statesmen.
an inn where many Presidents
stopped the day before they were
inaugurated; the old Owen House,
afterwards Solarfs. Across the
track a playhouse once presided over
by John Albaugh: hotel, another
across the street, this on the site of
the old Corcoran building; and then
the same dim, dirty gray building in
which is housed hundreds, yes thou
sands, of millions of the worlds
gold.
Gone are the famed old barrooms-
now near or nearly near-beer en-
poriums; horse cars long since pass
ed-now flying green dragons and
suspender- buttons for fare;
hackers darting in and out. traffic
cops, stop-and-go signs, score boards.
golfers on their way to the links;