Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-01-14
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

Real redmen confront the imita
tons.
And the genuine Americans stare
down at the little fellows. one of whom
Is wearing pair of chaps"
You perhaps have heard that In
dams are stolid, Unconditional fellows
who never, under any circumstances
smile.
Yet these two fellows begin to grin
as they look down, and at last one OF
them wrinkles his big face into a de
cided laugh.
/ Both of them laugh heartily, then
stog onward.
Well, this is interesting! Let no man
tell us, henceforward. that Indians
never laugh. We know better. We
have both heard and seen them do 1t.
Two red caps" lean indifferently
on the radiators at the end of long
bench. They are keeping watchful
eyes on the timid lady who wants to
be sure of being placed on her train.
Oh, the timid travellers.
They form a large group of the wait.
ers. Everything is done, within rea
son, to make their train connections
sure for them. but 1t is never enough
for these shrinking ones. 1t never
will be enough.
The more signs flashed on screens
the more bells, the more announce.
ments written on blackboards, the
more fearful they are of being left be
hind.
This Is a form of nervousness that
Is not confined to women, but Is to be
met with-although seldom acknowl.
Iedged-among men who have been
travelling for years.
Here, too. there are two broad
classes of travellers. those who can
catch their train with Indifference
with bare minute to spare. and those
who must be at the station at least an
hour before their train pulls out.
1t is all a matter of disposition. Ger
tatnly those of the former group have
less wear and tear on their nerves
but then. they miss more trains!
So the children run around, their
elders sit and fidget, and the train
announcements continue to fit on and
off the screen.
Here Is a lady who is asking a
porter question. He reminds her
| that she must have a Pullman reser-
walton to get on her train.
She has never thought of that.
Leaving her bags and bundles in the
aisle, she trots off to the ticket win
dow. At last she comes back
He said" she says. that l don't
need to get my ticket until / get on
the train. there is plenty of space"
Being OF some foreign race. here is
the way she really said it, He said
dere is blenty Of Space
A family approaches Information
The latter, an obliging young fellow. Is
busy with six persons at once, trying
to tell them just when their trains vii!
| connect with the dinky for Cross
| Roads station
The family lines up-father, mother
daughter with Mary Pickford curls
two small brothers. Information looks
up unknown stations, pulls out OF his
marvellous memory long-forgotten
facts, delves into the ways and where
fores of Cripple Creek, and makes him
self generally useful.
The family looks impatient Daugh
ter losses her bright curls, and the
| boys begin to fight each other 'Stor
that, Johnnie!' impatiently saws
mother
At last their turn comes. Father
! talks earnestly to informant ton, and
| the latter is tremendously interested
in his turn. It is all in the night s
| work
Now, porters bring in tables, long
chains hitched to uprights, and plant
them in a space in the main waiting
room not far from the baggage Office
| Soon many blue capped conductors
appear, and take their places behind
| the roped-off space. What are they
doing out here? They work over Pull.
man reservations, evidently. This is
| something new, isn't it?