Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-04-07
AROUND THE CITY
BY MAMIE LANCASTER.

way and forgot al about Il until a
week later, when she had to 90 back 10
doctor mans office, she found d new
D Id dapper youngSter at the wheel. He
reminded Aer to ask anOut the other
boy. The dapper one smiled and loolied
important:
There isn't any other boy. I'm all
there Is. The fella before me threw
down his job and blew West. Third
floor: DR.. Blank Blank
And the woman knew that rs long
as she lived she must pray for q boy
whose affairs she had dabbed into and
whose name she did not know.
\
CHE was an oidish woman with a
" skirt that came down to her shoe
tops and q shawl OF gray and black
checks instead of something nifty In
Spring coats. And she was crossing a
triangle that insists on hedging itself
with green painted iron posts and
chains. There was a path that made
gray. wavy line through the grassy
oasis, but 1t took more steps, and,
maybe, she was In hurry, for the old
soul crossed the grass, and when she
got to the chain, hiked up foot that
showed white signal of cotton petit
GNoG
Of one used to the climbing OF fence
rails.
Such is the yearning of man-like-
wise woman--for excitement, that the
bench liners and curb loiterers at that
especial oorner-all of them waiting
for . parade-beeane suddenly and
loudly humorous. Their racket even
caught the attention of the oldish
woman. for she paused long enough to
ask q street tad as to the why OF the
loud-pedal mirth. The boy grinned with
the expectancy of one who is about to
create confusion OF a really enjoyable
kind:
"They's guyin' the old lady that strad-
died the park chain"
Pooh. that's nothin,' just done the
same thing myself"
And serenely unconscious Of her star
part IN the performance, the oldish, in
dependent woman strobe out on the
asphalt to wait for car that wasn't
coming.
HOW much we humans are alike
l. and how, different. Ever notice?
And how escitedly we argue over a
thing Of no importance whatever-only
to forget about Il when something
equally foolish comes along:
For one case, q man in wheel chair
was trying to convince q neighbor, who
had dropped In to bring him plate OF
Strawberries, that she was lucky to be
born with seven letters to her name
fact which she denied:
But. my dear woman, how can you
doubt it, The figure "7' is the mystic
number in life. There are the seven
days Of the week, the seven wonders
of the world, the seventh daughter of
the seventh son, the seven deadly sins.
the seven heavens ard the seven lleils OF
Dante. son of Florence, and the seven
hills of Rome that helped him to supply
the classics with history and romance
What of it? Look at the Importance
of the figure "4"? There are the four
seasons, the four weeks that make a
month, the Four Horsenen of the Apoc-
alypse, the four"
MY goodness, you TWO" the in
terruption came from the wheel chairs
wife. who had fixed some OF the straw
berries In a glass saucer with sugar
over the top--"Here, Pop, eat these
nice berries"
And. while you are about it,
Gran'pa-" this from little grand
daughter. who is making good as q
stenographer In bank-"Let me tell
both Of you that the figure believe In
is No. One. I'm going to look out for
No. One, first, last and all the time
That's mel"
Foolish? OF course, It was foolish, but
does not Buddha tell us that all argu-
ment is foolish? And isn't IL the die
tum of modern philosophy that 1t is
the foolish little things of life that
make up the limitless whole?