Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-03-31
AROUND THE CITY
where / couldn't vote. why don't you
move to some State and start all over
BY MAMIE LANCASTER

where / couldn't vote. why don't you
move 70 some State and start oil over
again?D
sIf good jobs are 50 easy, Why did
YOU have to come here to get one? AL
you outsiders wriggie into Government
ONCE because you know that washing
ton Is finer than all the rest Of the
country put together-vote or no gote!,'
This remark seemed to call for an In
terruption, and for that purpose 9
cheerfully homely woman constituted
I'VE women ought to buy In some
subdivision on the outer edge ola ONE
fare zone; near enough for city work,
but under q Maryland sky. Every
woman wants home Of her very own
ask any woman who never had one =
Having blazed route, the pathfinder
sat back while the rest Of the group
chartered like sparrows In building time
like this:
Then we could have our own flowers
and vegetables and prize contests-'
And I'll raise eggs and sell them TO
| the rest Of you"
with your chickens scratching up
my yard?-Td like to see you'll"
II want red roof and rustic arch
over the gate with my coat-or-arms on
swinging board, like old inns"
"I've simply got to have garage,
with q room for the chauffeur-that's
the worst Of being afraid to drive your
own"
The pathfinder expressed willingness to
use street cars, what ] will love is the
glory of saying to my own cups and
saucers and shiny pans: You belong
to me and belong to you and we both
belong to home'-oh, girls, I'm so dead
tired of climbing other peoples stairs
"A sleeping porch for mine, allowing
it is close enough to . neighbor not TO
be scared"
what would you be scared Of?
Wouldn't you be voter"
well, we sure ought to hustle and
find out how soon the, builders will let
us move in"
Move out, you mean"
my goodness, we are keeping the
class waiting, and I'm down for paper
on Greece"
And at that the lot of them scuttled
along with her out of the talkie-talk
which was all there was to the Incl
dent.
A CANDY kitchen had its window
"A filled with dyed eggs, fanciful
Easter Dummies and sweets Of every
color, displayed IN baskets ana set IN
wavy lines and circles on the white
crepe floor. An electric bulb blazed
its pink radiance over the layout so that
Its splendor could shine out in the dusk
that was beginning to leaden into
darkness, accompanied by stiff breeze
that showed symptoms Of freshening
into gale.
Before the window stood very small
boy with rapturous eyes that turned
nervously toward o nearby corner as
q woman rounded it--such q scared
sort Of nervousness that she had to
stop and speak. with the familiarity of
lifelong friendship, though she had
never laid eyes on him before:
Hello. sonny boy, isn't that nice
candy? What do you like best in that
window-huh?"
IT likes this wife wabbit, because he
is the biggest--but ! only got f'wee
cents, an sides I'm afwaid he might
bite me-"
"Oh. sugar, rabbits can't bite"
eyes, they can. Mamma says so.
Did you see the lion?"
What lion?"
1.-THE ole March lion that stays aroun'
that corner and will come an eat me I'D
If 60 in the canny kitchen to spend
my Hwee cents"
Then the woman understood the