Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-01-29

chance came, wedsed in his regret that
he had never seen the great catneorai--
An admission that shocked her with
"You haven't? why. that's funny. as
many times as 1t used TO come mere
after the war-and then again last
week, to show now wonderfully 1t has
been restored
And vet there are some benighted
critics who presume to deny the educa-
tional value of the moviesl
u II
A HORSEDRAWN vehicle may al
~ WAYS be relied on to provide a bit
of street show for the youth Of these
machine made days. And runaway
and rescue are as good as a play. To-
gether they furnished one small crowd
the other day with an incident that
went about like this:
A bay horse and fix stood in front
of bank. A young driver leaned
against an electric standard and gazed
at the passing world entirely regardless
of his charge. AS the street cars
whizzed by the horse jerked his head
and Cakewalked. When q motor horn
sounded, the noise started him to run
ming away. At his first rush the We
hicle-one of those two-seat, square,
tops, held down by four slender rods
the sort that used to be fashionable
when Noah was small boy in romp-
ers-swayed sidewise, like a sinking
skiff.
Even a frightened horse cannot gal
lop with a fringe -canopied trap drag
ging at his heels, but he was making
ahead with a velocity that promised oe-
struction to whoever got in his way
when a quiet-looking man, who was
passing. darted from the pavement ana
caught the dragging reins. :,
The horse reared and paved ana
foamed at the bit. The quiet man was
invincible. And by the time the driver
thought 1t wise to show up the anlmsi
was entirely soothed down. He straight
ened the fringe of the top, after the
man had set the body back, ana looked
important.
crowd naturally expects exciting
things TO happen. But In this instance
1t was cheated. for the quiet man mao
got in his work so professionally that
not a shaft was broken nor bit OF mar
ness strained. .,
was that gent'man the owner?"
shriiled out a voice that was eaten awe
with curiosity. And the driver knew
better than TO keep quiet.
Nome. He isn't the owner
We'll, he certney Is one grand man!
This enthusiast. big-boneo woman
who had kissed her 40s good-by. was
submerged by another artistic tempera-
ment that ran to adjectives
Wouldn't care II I knew q man
like that-hes a regular hero. and ia
like to tell him So where's that noble
fella gone tor"
But the noble fella had vanished. and
as the horse sobered down into dull do
cility-maybe. at the advice OF the quiet
man, you never can tell-the crowd that
had been hungry for something TO hap
pen drifted OF into individual units
and the driver showed blessed relief.
Then he seated himself imposingly on
the front seat The boss came out and
ettied himself In the double seat behind
placidly unconscious OF how near he had
come to entering a wrecked carriage on
the wrong side of the ledger.
And 1t Is as sure as anything can be
in this world that the driver will never
tell him.
"EAST. West. home Is best
- though, you notice, We seldom
stay there.
A sailor from foreign ship was
rolling along the Avenue. To be dog
matically truthful. he walked like any
body else, but you have 70 bring In A
suggestion Of bounding pillows. 1t Is
expected OF you--So: