Evening star., 1924-10-04

unchanged. stubbornly waiting for a
Spring that will never come again.
A bulldog wearing a muzzle stands
guard. but there does not seem much
Tor him to guard, except assortment
or traditions and memories.
In this window we have a cook
stove, and on the cook stove 20 hot
dogs. lined up in two rows, IA frank
furters in one array, and in the
other, as though the smaller row
once had contained IA hot dogs, too.
but of them had been consumed.
Not far westward stands very
yellow little house, now given over
to roofing business. 1t is hard to
make out whether 1t Is stone painted
yellow or merely yellow stucco.
1t was in this house that George
Washington had his Headquarters
while surveying Washington in 1871
What change from that day to this,
Trees and mud then. Today-asphalt
streets and the pennant- winning Ma
tionals,
We hasten by the tombstone place.
win lts markers displayed in bust
nesslike fashion by the sidewalk.
cutter stands. his arm uplifted, ready
to bring down his mallet
Tremendous heads OF cabbage.
marked at cents pound, repose in
formal piles in chain grocery store
window. Fall apples crowd them for
room.
We are at Wisconsin avenue, with
I bank on each corner and the river
S!impsed to the southwark. NJ stree.
from here west seems more open, less
nongested than the part Just ira =
versed.
Passing a feed store. we smell bran
and the odor plunges US back through
the decades at a rate quicker than
the travel Of radio impulses Radio
waves go out at 186,00O miles A
'econd.
Memory does more than that-It
does the impossible-it goes back 20
years in time and space. Just the
smell of bran and before us rises a
picture of an old barn, and we there
smelling it,
Little did we realize, when we
played there in the balm so many
years ago, that the odorS of hay and
III an We're to be Impressed upon us
30 forCibl. that never viii we forget
them.
SO this bran. here on NJ street, is
the magic button that puts memory
into operation, a greater wonder than
radio. as wonderful as the new
science is Each one of US Is a
memory station. Givinely operated.
constructed on patent taken out by
the Master Inventor many years ago
Bran on NJ street-and a barn 20
years ago.!
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Over there Charlie Hee has his chi
nese laundry. Maybe this can be
construed as giving Charlie free ad-
vertising, but 1 do not feel that way
about it. You cannot advertise
Charlie Hee any more than YOU can
Fritz Kreisler. Both are institutions
in their neighborhood. The violinist
has the world for neighborhood-
that is the great difference
Here is another saloon, waiting
patiently for the sunrise. We are
getting near Key Bridge now. the
breeze stiffens topcoat feels good
We go on past two gasoline tiIling
stations
See UP yonder alley to the north,
like a street in Venice-except there
is no water-with it's three-story
wooden buildings and pickininnles
clambering out over a crazy wood
balcony, seemingly about to plunge
downward
Here We stand at Key Bridge, noble
structure worthy of it's name The
attempt to call this the Georgetown
Bridge failed, deservedIy, for there
was never but one name for this
bridge, the one now engraved on it,
So on past the car barn we go. to
the old, closed Acqueduct Bridge.
where NJ street ends as abruptly as
1t began, becoming Canal road from
now on and forever more.