Evening star., 1924-10-04
THIS AND THAT
BY C. E. TRACEWELL

M street, sister thoroughfare Of Wis
consin avenue, runs from Rock Creek
westward to Thirty sixth street, where
1t ends in burst of bridges. first the
new Key Bridge and then the old closed
AQueduct Bridge.
In between lies as picturesque medley
of sights and scenes, buildings and peo-
pie, as can be witnessed anywhere in
the National Capital. Colored with real
romance, vivid with life's activities, M
street vies with Wisconsin avenue for
the title of Georgetown's most impor-
tant way.
NJ street runs clear across Washing
| ton. OF course, but to any one who has
carefully traversed the section Of it on
the other side of the creek NJ street
| will always mean the section outlined
Beginning at Rock Creek, it runs
block to the Peck Memorial Chapel, with
its sign, You polish your shoes and
your automobile, now take a wink at
your SOUL There it takes up its course
in earnest
Beyond the small triangle PennsyI-
vania avenue, just crossed its cwn
| bridge. merges itself into NJ street for
good and all. Famous Pennsylvania
| avenue has reached it's Jumping off
place" at Twenty ninth street. There
after Georgetown knows it no more
bright October sun; filed with children
/ lust let loose from the Corcoran School
around the corner on Twenty eighth :;
stuffed with shops Of all kinds: cram
med with street cars and automobiles
This is the highway leading in from
all Virginia to all Washington, so it is
| no wonder that it is crowded day and
night.
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AT its commencement small shops
| huddle close together on NJ street
with part OF their goods displayed on
| the sidewalk. Proprietors. both male
and female, rock in easy chairs
| watching their goods
lnturmaiity, you know is the very
essence of NJ street. Here people do
exactly as they please and no one
! thinks IL thing in the world of it, The
girls run out Of the school. The boys
pursue them. II is October, there is
pep" in the air. there is red blood in
VEINS. Snap rules here
A man in rough clothes sits smok-
ing corncob pipe on a basement
| step. Beside him is Il white poodle
not at all worried Ey the wreaths of
fragrant smoke.
Nearby some girls and boys. prob
ably 10 years old, jam coins into a
candy machine. pushing the lever to
SS' val iouS Sdyly cOlOTed articles of
consumption.
viii the candy machine ever grow
old? 1t does not seem likely The
automatic vender has been doing duty
since 1879. at least, with no let up in
its popularity. It's fascination partly
depends upon the element of chance
! tor no one ever knows when he drois
IN MS penny or nickel, if the thing
will work
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mere a telephone stands mute in
an empty store window. Peering
! through the glass one sees IN. as
tapnshment has moved bag and bag
gage, the telephone instrument being
the only thing left.
one wonders if il rings away there
in vain, while the impatient party on
the other end draws strange fipures
on pad, and mentally curses when
the operator says, after five minutes
wait, Busy,
mere bob-haired- bo bbe ed -hair-bob
oed hatred fapper grabs a tiny child
by the hand as the little one makes
cart, Ice cream cone in hand into
the street. The eQuanimity with which
mothers can allow youngsters to run
like baby partridges along traffic-fiIled
streets is one of the mysteries of life
Bless us all. Look a these two flap
per mothers, with their infants side
by side in baby carriages on the cor
! ner at Thirtieth street, Isn't that a
! sight to make one revise all his opin-
ions about fiappers?
Look through the gloomy portal
mere, and see the old Slated, swing
Ing door inside. 1t is an old buffet"