Evening star., 1925-04-20
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

When the bus came to Dogville it
was a siX-day wonder, as we'll as
six-wheel one.
I hope the enterprising real estate
firm responsible for the development
will not be insulted at the name given
the community here. 1t is our pet
name.
We call it Dogville because of the
large number of dogs our neighbors
possess. There are airedales, country
looking dogs, fox terriers, collies,
Scotch terriers and just plain dogs, to
say nothing OF a few Boston bulls and
other species.
To name a place Dogville is to COM
pliment It, so 1t would seem to any
dog fancier. For surely a Dogville
would be filled with loyalty and can
dor, love of home and determination
to protect property.
One would expect to find all the vir-
tues of our canine friends in any
place called Dogville.
And it was just to this sort of place
that the bus came several weeks ago
in all its splendor of new paint, soft
cushions, courteous drivers and six
wheels.
Living at the terminus of the line,
we were all out early that Sunday
morning to see the first bus to leave
for downtown.
If the thing had been an ancient
stagecoach we could not have regarded
it with more interest. In addition to
IT elders, there were "a different va
rieties of small boys grouped around
the vehicle.
They comprised the "Dogville mo-
rons," as Kirkus, the village wit,
called them. They stood around and
admired. The imaginative spectator
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heave in sight around the corner, bear
down upon the bus and start shooting
OF course, nothing Of the kind hap
pened. The proceedings were quite
orderly. The operator showed in the
clutch, or whatever it is he does to
make the affair roar like an airplane
motor, then started Off.
Half the village took a ride that
morning and the other half went in
the afternoon. The route to down
town lies over perhaps the worst road
bed in Washington.
Just how badly those streets needed
repair one did not realize until he had
taken few trips on the bus. Despite
the extra allotment Of wheels, the ve-
hicles Jolted considerably
No one could blame them, either.
For the drivers the round trips must
have been worse than the we'll known
experience of Washington crossing
the Delaware. Here the bus crossed
Washington.
Depressions, humps, washed-out
places, small gullies that allowed the
bus to jolt downward, made the trip
more exciting than a journey on the
so-called electric horse.
Confirmed optimists. however, de-
termined to be true to their colors,
called attention to the interior mas
sage given by the journey. and said
that 1t was just the next thing to a
good horseback ride.
Everybody knows that the outside
Of horse is good for the inside of a
man." said one Of these bright ones.
We'll, the inside Of a bus is good for
ones insides. too-if it runs along
these Streets"
The matter was considered at length
In the club compartment at the rear
of the bus. This is the favorite
meeting place of the village now.
Side seats occupy the front half,
but the rear portion is given over to
seats that run around the walls, thus
forming a sort of open court, where
matters of village state can be
thrashed out.
1t is so cozy there in the rear that
one fully expects to see a waiter come