Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-03-11

No one will be able to write the grea
novel of life in the National Capita
without devoting chapter to the let
ting out of the Government depart
ments in the late afternoon.
Preferably he will select that bus.
section lying at the foot OF Nineteenth
street, where thousands pour out from
large rambling structures called ITEM
porary," but which seem quite perma
nent, after all
This is a low-lying neighborhood. [
part of the Mall system, with the noblt
Lincoln Memorial and the stately shat
of the Washington Monument as every
day neighbors.
To the north and a little east il
lower Seventeenth street, with its row
of fine quasi-Governmsnt structures
such as the buildings of the Nationa
Red Cross and the Daughters OF thu
American Revolution.
Long familiar with the outpouring
of humanity from such uptown build
ings as the Treasury Department, TIT
writer here found the mass escape from
the buildings to the south something o
novelty.
He was down that way the other aft
ernoon at the precise time the exodus
began. There were parked cars, stree
cars, buses and more private automo
biles coming down all the streets.
It is q custom for thousands of wive
to collect their respective husband
every evening-some way we like tina
word better than afternoon, because b.
5 o'clock it seems more like evening
and personally escort them homeward
Look Homeward, Angel" the It'll,
of Thomas Wolfe's fat book, might al
most do as the theme song" of thu
4:30 output of humanity down there.
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What does a Government employs
think about when he goes through TIT
big door to the street?
Our guess is that he thinks abou
What could man think about bet
ter at precisely 430 o'clock in the aft
ernoon?
Then, If ever, come thoughts o.
beefsteak. Corn fakes, or bran, ma!
do very we'll for breakfast, and as fol
lunch, cup of coffee and couple o
doughnutS may be sufficient, although
scarcely hygienic.
reflection of Washington's shaft length
ems out to the east, and the sun begin!
to shine red as fire through the tops O
the trees to the west, 1t is permissible
that the thoughts of Government EN-
ployes and others turn naturally tt
beefsteak.
Perhaps the finest piece of news IL
the paper recently was that about thu
scientific babies who tnstinctively pre-
ferred beef to spinach.
Their little hands, spurning greens
greedily grasped beef. Here, at last
spinach had met its just Waterloo M
4af I1nr 0nTNoal fI1o V11iT1 n
through its vitamin content, it make;
no appeal now or ever to the taste.
One may disguise it as he-preferably
she-will, it is spinach still, a mess o.
greenery condensed by the action o.
water and heat to q glucose mass sup
posed to be good for you," but good fol
nothing else under heaven except Il
be spurned.
So we love those babies, names un,
known, who had the vast temerity. II
the face Of Holt and other infant spe.
the tyranny of spinach.
Spinach has wrecked countless HON;
lives. It has turned the faces of hun.
dreds of thousands of little children
against their parents forever.
Children are crafty little brutes. They
may swallow their spinach. but they
do so with discrimination. They wan
pie. They prefer candy. They han
ker after pudding. Their little molar!
long to maSticate crackers, bareback
ice cream.
Little children, turning their innocen
faces dutifully toward their daily spin
ach, conceal behind those angelic exte.
riors utter hatred for spinach, and, WI
fear, disrespect for parental opinions
Not for authority. Authority can cram
spinach down youthful Threats, but i