Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1943-12-31
This and That
By Charles z. Traceuell,

Friends Of Templeton Jones say he
resembles movie actor but they can
not agree on the man. Some say Clark
Gable, others William Powell,
They are all sure that 1t Is not Mickey
Rooney.
Jones says the whole thing is absurd.
He doesn't 60 to the movies much, him.
self, declaring that they hurt his eyes,
and he doesn't want to be said to re-
semble any one else. He would much
prefer to resemble himself.
His tall, fine figure, his keen eyes, his
regular features. his smooth head, with
every hair just $3.50, and his immaculate
clothes-these do make him look for all
the world like an actor.
Some people think he is Government
investigator, role which would please
him, since he is an avid devourer Of
detective stories.
X
Not long ago, however, Jones belief
that he resembles himself most and not
some movie star, had a severe shaking.
With the aid OF some 30 Washing
tonians waiting for a bus, and a COM
placent and, indeed, conniving taxi
driver, Jones firmly put himself right
az llic sdttS Oh l1Olly WOOQ.
1t was this way:
Upon several occasions he had to
make a rapid trip to a certain store, at
which corner a cross-town bus stops.
Usually there is a crowd there, watt
ing for the ponderous vehicle.
1t Is just about as close to waiting on
the station platform to see the train
come in as one is likely to find in a
big city.
If you miss the bus, you have to
wait long time, in the cold, and 1t isn't
pleasant So all the residents going
that way gather early, the men and the
women and the children.
Templeton Jones keen sense Of humor,
/ as keen to see the fun about himself
as any one else, always relished this
hometown gathering.
One was likely to see little Johnny
grab an earring off the lady in the front
seat, or little Mamie lie down on the
steps and kick and squall.
The first time Jones' cab scared to a
stop at the corner, the whole waiting
aggregation gawked
Now, there is nothing Templeton Jones
likes less than being stared at.
He does not care for it on general or
purely personal principles.
He could see no good reason why a
gentleman could not drive up to bus
stop without being gawked at by half
hundred people.
He was vain enough, however, to turn
slightly to see-if the crowd was watch
ing him, as he dashed for the store.
The crowd was not. 1t had turned to
its favorite pastime of staring down
the tree-lined street in the direction
from which the bus would come.
X X
The next day Jones made the same
trip, at about the same time.
He told the taximan about his re-
ception.
Il can't figure it out" he said.
The taximan grinned.
That's easy" he said. "They think
you are Clark Gable, or something. or
William Powell"
Just then they shot around the corner.
There, sure enough, was the crowd at
the corner. They were waiting for him.
Templeton Jones quickly fixed 1t up
with the driver
The cab stopped with flourish, Jones
paid, and got out, drawing himself up
to his full height.
Thank you, Mr.. Powell" called the
cabbie
The crowd stared,
"Mr. Powell" waved his hand ma
jestically.
"Good-by, old fellow" he said, land
the next time you come to Hollywood,
look me up"
He left stunned crowd receiving its
greatest thrill Of the holiday season.