Evening star., 1925-07-12

"a
- fame in Washington. Persons
who have lived in Washington
long will give a gentle start or
react in some other way when
they see the name in print. Perhaps
Pa. sitting on the shady porch with
his Sunday Star. will call TO Ma work
ing in the kitchen. and say: Ma.
come here. The Rambler has got
hold of Prof. PiStorio" Ma will come
from the kitchen. wipinG her hands
on her apron. She will focus her
specs on this page and say: We'll, I
do declare. Why. his orchestra fur
niShed the music at Sister James s
wedding, and when Ma and Pa had
their golden wedding. in 1870. Pts
torio's Band, stood out in the front
ward, where the Mastodon Office
Building is now. and Serenaded them,
and Pa invited them into the parlor
md Ma served 'em with fruit cake
and sherry cobblers; and when our
Sabbath school gave picnic at the
BladenSburg Spa-or was ii in PEN
cote WoodS?-Prof. Pistorio's Band
went along with us in one of knoX's $
siX-horse omnibuses; and when Aunt
Susie gave a strawberry social in her
garden, where the Monster Hotel
stands now, it was Prof. PistorioS S
Band that Furnished
eyeglasses. Il remember when |
was counting Sallie Jones. before /
met you, we went on picnic to White
House Landing on the steamboat
Arrow and danced the lancers. schot-
tische and Virginia reel to the music
of Pistorio's Orchestra. and
Here Sammy Smith. jr., proud scion
of the family, butts in and says:
For the luv-o-mike, can't YOU ante
diluvians talk about something that
happened since three-toed horses
pranced on the Avenue? Nobody
dances the lancerS now. no steamboats,
stop at White House anding-there
amt no landing there-no man who
Is up-to-date cares silver dollar
about the steamboat Arrow, and those
ancient orcheStraS didn't have a saXo-
phone tooter in EN-. knew nothing
of the bazoo and never played Red
Hot Mamma or I Was the First to
Kiss Her Good Morning and the Last
to Kiss Her Good Night
Pa:-Well, Sammy, them was the
days when man could live without
being killed at every crossing by an
automobile; them was the days when
YOU could go. into Schwing and
Clark's or Osborn and Hobans and
order a plate of oysters without Civ
ing a ten-dollar tip to the waiter
them was the days when you could
go into Hancock's or Shoomaker's
and
Sister Annie:-Papa dear. you
should not speak of such vulgar
things. The neighbors might hear
you. Go down in the cellar. if YOU
feel that way about it. but don't
speak of such things on the front
porch. Give me the part of the pa
per with the movie ads. the radio
program and the murders in it.
Ma:-Another. thing about Prof.
Pistorio-
Brother Sammy:-Not another thing
about it, Give me the funny page.
Pop. and read the Rambler Yourself
Ancient history is little stale for
me. Amt | right. Sister Annie?
Sister Annie:--I don't see why pa.
pers print these things that hap
pened when F street was full of per-
simmon trees and huckleberrieS. when
they can just as well fill their pages
with fresh up-to-the-minute news.
some of which never happened at all.
Brother Sammy:-Right YOU are
Sis. These icthysaurises are cuckoo
about the good old days. It's what l
call SopSoozie.
/ WAS sitting in my room with the
pale cast of thought sickled on
my brow, and drawing my mellow
pipe about which the society editor
and her darling aides-a little way
down the hall-have written vicious
letters to the janitor
[ was thinking how | might add TO
my faIns as an author and ] said TO
nay fannf=d fountain pen: "OId Faith
full, let IS put into this story some
thoughts. sMEne ideas" and the old
pen leaked sessther goh of ink on the
chaste page. 4 turned and looked at
me with an Expression | had never
seen in it's fact Nefore and said: Don't
DO IT, Father. Readers will cry out in
pain at the innovation. Do 1t, if
yoI know how" whispered dusty
INK bottle on my desk. Readers
won't notice it. Readers wouldn't see
IN idea if it broke down the front
gate and came into the sitting room
shooting off Roman candles. That
may be- said Old Faithful. leaking
another COB of ink, but you will
nave more pull with readers if you
ct ideas alone. Just feed EN- 1atf
.udes expressed in long words of
Latin descent rolled into sentences
hat get tangled up in the wild
:hrubbery and they will shout
rLiterature, literature. Renew my
subscriptions"
When Pistorio'S Orchestra came to
the mind of the Rambler-or at least
occurred to the Rambler-he went
down on the Navy Yard to consult
his old friends, Charlie Biondi and
Mike Stanisci. They remembered the
Pistorios, who lived on E between Sth
and 9th southeast. and recalled the
names of the children, Frank, John,
Emma. Tiliie and Josephine. They
had forgot the Christian name of
he good old musician known over
Washington and part of our brother
states as Prof. Pistorio. They said
Tillie had married a Mr.. Bradshaw,
Or name like that. and lived in
an apartment house at East Capitol
,and nth.
Il met John Schroeder in. lunch