Evening star., 1927-05-01

she was 81 ~ ~
tocratic OLD LADY
dressed with 80 W. :.
ouiet daintiness r. sr,
befitting age and = ~
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refinement, AAs @ xET
she was rl1ing in EdMAs{E.tss=ss--
huS. As the driver NeSN fcf r.
halted near Ward ,.Yynga ~ 81
man Park Hotel, 1ST8NM :,
she took advantage H. ANAW
nf the pause 10 ask Y RNNl
him with the gem I~kNMW6&
tie Difference That Il 50
old-tine manner A& >~~-~~
extended 10 man. u~E =
"Wir you kindly
f@t me know when s-@s@a~
! get home9"
The driver,
young and humorous and good-na-
tured. sized Up the question with
shake Of his head.
"Weu, YOU see, / don't know where
you live
"oh. yes. YOU do" The lady was
smilingly sure OF her statement, You
pass by every trip.
.Oh. do II. Wen. where is it,
'whv in Chevy Chase"
"Rut Chevy Chase IS a big place.
What street do you live on"
Connecticut avenue and the little
old lady quite sparkled over the SET
ting of details.
But, you see. lady, there are many
houses on Connecticut avenue. II YOU
could give me Your number"
The lady could and did. Moreover.
she thanked him for his kindness, and
hoped it wouldn put him out at all, as
he passed right by the door.
The driver. sensing, doubtless, the
almost childish simplicity Of his pas
senger. gave cordial assurance that ne
would see that the bus stopped at her
door. and as he started on, she
breathed a smiling relief. and--that
was all there was to il. except that:
While we self reliant women are bet
ter fighters and workers on the Great
Road of today there is something
about the clinging vine pattern Of the
past that gives tender reminder of the
most beloved beings that any OF us
know about-our gone-to-heaven moth
ers-whose memories we cherish IN
dear fashion akin to lavender and old
lace"
A NYBODY lose a pair OF galoshes?
Because.
A pair of black cloth, high-up,
rainy-day, feminine gender galoshes.
with fared tops and nifty buckles
rlossily new and of coquettishness,
which would have inspired Cuyier TO
upbuild a vampire de luxe, stood ma
rooned on the Tagging near the
Belasco Theater-on a weepy day
when the proper place for galoshes to
be was on some wearer's feet.
As you don't see a sight like that
every day-counting in Sundays-it
was natural for everybody who came
along to stop and see what other
people were looking at-and, as al
wavs, from Adam TO date, the crowd
had TO have its say:
Some one must have dropped EN-.
The suggestion came from q woman
Of the class we orators call daughter
of the people, but it failed to con-
vince a man whose name might have
been Sherlock, but undoubtedly
wasn't
4'If they had been dropped, they
would be sprawled out, instead of
standing on parade"
Wonder who they belong to?
looks as il she had Just stepped out
Of them
"You don't know but what she's
standing in them right now. only we
can't see her-astral, you know"
There Were smokers of derision. but
the lure of the supernatural may al
ways be relied on! A knot Of women
caught the surmise and looked prop
erly impressed. Also composite curl
osity showed new interest streaked
with awe.
Then-with the suddenness which
f. always a star feature Of the un-
expected, a woman showed her way
into the hmelight-a woman who
could no more have worn the dainty
footwear than Cinderella's step.sisters
could have fitted into the princes
glass slipper, grabbed the galoshes
and made away without so much as
word.
The abduction was accepted with
such unanimous doubt that it en-.
eoldened one spinsterish looker-on to
cay to herself-loud enough for sur
rounding ears:
1T pays some people to rubber,'
1t was a good-natured crowd
three makes one, according to the
adage, and there were seven on hand.
While each unit was rewarding the
Hp1nsterish cynicism with chuckles
and grins the matinee crowd began
to bulge out from the theater, and
the galoshes worn by outcoming flap
pers put the poor, pretty lost ones
IN the background-which is human
natures way-in all things.
A SMALL girl in a scarlet coat with
half-yard OF golden hair
crinkling down her back was perched
on the big, green cannon which
guards the west entrance OF the War
Department. She was watching a
procession march down the avenue
and unconsciously made a pretty pic.
ture of herself, for two passers-by to
admire.
II ! was a camera fiend." said the
elderly man to his obvious wife. u
would snap that child TO illustrate the
attitude of this country towards the
nations Of the world. There sits Co
lumbia, ready to greet her sister pow
ers with the frank friendliness Of a
child, but prepared to annihilate them
in warfare"
And the obvious wife shook he
head In humorous contempt.
m thankful you are not a cam
era f1end. Look at those dandelion.
shining like golden stars over tn.
grass-Nature' own handiwork."
That's SO, but-God made the little
girl
And by that time a lstener.in hac