Evening star., 1928-10-13
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E.. TRACEWELL.

tear loose. no telling what articles
might spill to the sidewalk. Then
some gallant young man would be
under the necessity of Springing to the
rescue.
Two nuns in their somber garments
pass. Then appear two men, an old
man with gray face and young man
with red face, closely followed by two
more, young one with gray counte-
nance and an old one with a red COM
plexion. Coincidence? It is one Of the
amusements of such sidewalk looking.
to note the flow of contrasts. Why, a
whole city is contributing to this show!
This is not one-man affair, or a bit
Of simple pageantry, put on by any one
faction. 1t is the run of the mfll," the
ceaseless ebb and flow of the human
tide along the streets of great CITY.
The high tide comes at regular times.
notably when Office work takes up and
when 1t let's out. Luncheon is another
tide in the affairs of men, which. taken
at its turn, may or may not lead on to
greater things.
And here comes a short girl in a pink
dress, and a tall one in a red dress.
Now a fat one in a red dress and n
slender one in a blue garment much
too short for her.
Here is an old seedy man, one who
has seen better days, as the song had it,.
He pokes along with head down, as if
the bright sun meant nothing at all
in his life.
A family group approaches. Here
is mother, roseate, fat ana smiling,
leading a child with each hand. Here
is little mother" the oldest daughter,
carrying fat baby in her arms. The
daughter has on queer hat of alter
nate stripes of green and white, some
thing on the order of those atrocities
forced upon freshmen in high schools
and colleges.
A sporty old gentleman appears,
dressed to the minute, with bright and
enterprising eye He is followed by a
man Of about the same age sporting a
neat goatee. We never see such an
adornment without recalling the ancient
burlesQue stage Joke, Where did the
man with goatee go to?"
A colored woman of the nanny"
type slowly wends her way along. Now
a solid young lady in black, with pink
silk waist, moves swiftly by. She gives
us an inquiring look. Maybe she thinks
we own the building!
An Office boy in bright blue sweater
catches the eye. What tastes Office
boys have, to be sure! They prefer
sweaters of the brightest blue, and If
the garments can be caught in neat
checkered effects, they wear them the
more happily.
Here is girl in tan and light blue,
with a long string of crystals to match
the blue. One notes that no two women
are dressed alike, even remotely, where
as many of the men are as alike as two
peas in a pod. Does this prove women
to be more original, more daring, or
more individualistic?
How do you like yonder slender blond
in the expensive transparent velvet
dress? Maybe you are not conversant
enough with the latest in women's
dresses to appreciate the garment. but
no one should have any difficulty in
appreciating the lady.
Now comes very black man carry
ing an assortment of greasy iron rods,
and one wonders what he is going to do
with them.
He is followed in this ceaseless parade
by bright young fellow striding along
with toothpick in his mouth.
We might stay here all day, noting
the different types. but these are enough
to prove our contention, that here is a
real show, spectacle free for the see
ing, to be found any day on almost any
downtown street.