Evening star., 1933-07-17

" j. KINCAID, who hasn't eaten
II q square meal in two months
went to work on a pan of fried
As potatoes, loaf of bread and
q pot Of coffee in serious way
this morning, happy in the knowledge
his wife and their 11-month-old baby
weren't going to starve. after all.
It was the first time since May 81
when he came to Washington in quest
of employment, that Kincaid felt free
to satisfy his hunger. True, his supply
extremely limited, but he didn't have
to hold back in order to make sure
the rest OF the family had enough.
Wife on Adequate Diet.
For his wife, Mrs. Beulah Kincaid
was on an adequate diet for the first
time since they packed their few be-
longings into the old lunch wagon that
is their home and pulled out Of Har-
risonburg, Va, and their son, Billy, was
assured an ample supply of milk-for
the present at least. Mrs. Kincaid was
In a ward in Georgetown Hospital lying
on the first real bed she'd seen for
more than two months. and the baby
was at the home Of Mrs Ada Minnix
122 Third street southeast, social well
fare worker.
At the hospital Mrs. Kincaid was
listed as malnutrftion patient, but she
didn't mind that. She had a comfort
able place to sleep, she was being fed
she knew her husband could pitch into
their scanty supply of food without
stinting himself, and, above all, Billy
wasn't crying for milk ony more.
The Kincaids were married about four
and a half years ago, when the depres
sion was simply another name for the
panic. Kincaid was running a meat
shop in Harrisonburg, where he had
worked as q butcher for 10 years or So
and he IVES confident he could take
care Of his bride.
Things Went Bad.
As the depression took hold Of the
country, however. things went from bad
to worse. Finally. Kincaid had to give
up his shop. Unable to keep his home
together, he traded his furniture and
most of his other household effects for
the lunch wagon-a small, boxlike af-
fair built on an old truck chassis. Into
that he packed his remaining belong
ings and set out to land q job. Along
the way, he sharpened knives. but this
barely paid for the gasoline. He
thought he'd head for his w1fe's home
in Black Rock, Ark. and, If he didn't
find employment of some kind before
he reached his destination, he'd park
there for q while
BY the time he got to Washington,
however, he was too broke to 60 any
farther. He parked on Canal road for
a while. but his license plates became
null (under Virginia law, 1882 tags were
good until April /, and the period OF
grace this year was extended two weeks
and the police ordered him to move on.
They presented him with set Of Dis
trict markers and an operators permit,
but Rosslyn was as far as his scant sup
ply Of gasoline would take him. There,
q few blocks beyond the Virginia end OF
Key Bridge, he obtained permission to
park on the property Of Ed Thompson.
Trudged Streets for Work.
Every day he walked into the Capital
and trudged streets, searching for work,
but there was none to be found. The
Travellers Aid Society gave him q little
help. but other relief organizations were
unable to do anything for him, because
he was not In the District.
What little money he got hold OF he
spent for milk for the baby, he and his
wife Just scraping along as best they
could. When they got some food, he
held back so his wife would have enough.
Nevertheless, she became thinner and
thinner, and finally, about a week ago,
her undernourished constitution failed
and she became seriously i'll. In des-
peration, he called on Mrs. Minnix and