Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-11-11

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I'D thank you to know that's my
dog, and you have no business to touch
| her"
=. 7 may be your dog, all right, but
mo such thing The dog was in it
first"
well, I'm in it now. I paid my fare
and know your dog didn't"
Up jumped the dog-lady and nudged
herself to the conductor.
Il want to pay fare for my dog" she
snapped, as the little dog might have
snapped.
The conductor explained that he had
no authority to sell tokens to dogs. but
the woman persisted. She wanted the
conductor to take the token she was
offering him. The conductor ignored 1t
and she Stormed back to resume hos
tilities where she had left Off.
The invading woman paid no atten-
ton, but somebody in the aisle snick-
cred and that started laughter. for the
reason that her own seat was now
filled-by the little dog standing on its
feet with its front paws on the window
pane and looking out on the street.
The sports lady reached over to take
it up so that she could get back, but
the little dog seemed not to be of
yielding disposition. She preferred to
stay where she was. And her owner
had to stand in the aisle along with the
others until they got to a platform
where the dog, recognizing 1t was the
place for them to get off, jumped over
the lap of the invader and waited for
her owner to lift her to another COM
Portable resting place under an arm.
But the sports lady had time before
moving on to land another verbal jab.
II would have paid for my dogs seat
that you robbed her of, only the con-
knew it wasn't necessary"
"Oh, you again?" The invader men,
toned it with the beautiful calm that
comes from indifference. II don't give
darn whether you pay for your dog or
not. The thing is settled--at least I
am"
Whereupon there was another sound
as Of giggleS and admiring CALCULATIONS.
It was the combined Endorsement of
every woman wedged around-except
the woman with the dog under her arm.
X i X y
OLD-FASHIONED singing games have
~ about vanished from the streets of
modern washington, but If you are
familiar with certain section in the
Southwest - that used to be a quiet,
pretty neighborhood in ancient times
before horse cars came. and near
enough to the wharves so that the resi-
dents could be within walking distance
of the Baltimore steamers that would
carry them home anywhere on the line
either at Maryland or Virginia stops
and where occasional descendants must
still live to perpetuate the old games
every pleasant evening you will find
flock of children on the front pavement
playing game that goes like this:
Draw q pail of water, for the Gov
ernor's daughter
My Fathers King, my Mothers a
Queen,
My two little sisters dress in green.
Marigolds, daisies. green weeds and
Please, fair maiden, come under my
BUSH
Heads will duck under arched arms
and the wreath of children will jog up
and down. every last one of them
shouting, I" A buncher rags, buncher
rags!"-which seems somehow to have
been tackled on the original game.
Perhaps some of the words are not
quoted exactly--it isn't easy to catch
perfection by ear, but anyhow the
idea conveys the probability that these
children are the present-day hand
down of ancestors who came from
Mother England bringing with them
the play-games of courts and kings and
queens.
They are sprightly and healthful
games, and it is pity they should go
the way of, say, grace hoops, that gave
an artistic display of arms and head
that no beauN shop could ever teach
except on the general principle that
life itself is always changing. Even
tennis may be vanishing some day, the
same as ping pong-but anyhow:
Did you ever play one of the old
street games, and do you know the
rhymes that so with them?
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THE Humiliation day float had paused
at the Avenue triangle, with a
band playing, and crowd swarmed
around.
One man in uniform who might have
been Col. Damp Blanket, but doubtless
wasn't, especially singled out the four
corner posters that advertised the un-
just fact that all sections could vote
except the District.
Whats the use of vote for you
people, anyhow? If you had it the half
of you wouldn't bother to go to the
polls. You had suffrage in my grand
fathers time, and you fused until you
got rid of 1t. Then you worried over
slavery until you put the whole coun-
try in a war that is breeding race
problem that may turn out worse: After