Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1955-12-02
The
Rambler
Whot? No Skeletons
In Those Closets?
By JACK JONAS

Not always, the people who
handle such things for the
city explain, although those
in the streetcar tunnel are
broom closets Of a sort. con-
tanning tools for Capital
Transit Co. maintenance men.
Other doors in that part Of
the underpass are panic
doors"-there to be opened If
something happens to a
streetcar in the tunnel. The
passengers can step through
the doors into the part Of the
underpass reserved for traf1ic.
Whether the panic" part Of
this is supposed to occur
when the streetcar develops
trouble, or when the passen-
gers step into the other part
of the underpass-especially
during rush hours not
made clear, E
Some Of the doors In the
auto traffic part are the re-
verse of the panic doors. The
others lead to purifying equip
ment. This equipment is au-
tomato. When the carbon
monoxide from all those ex-
hausts reaches a certain point
the engineers say it's we'll
below the danger point-fans
are turned on automatically
to clear the tunnel.
The smaller openings, look
ing more like windows than
doors, are intake points for
the air to be tested by
the brains Of the purifying
machine.
Topper
A reader says he believes
the bitter sayings Of chill
dren are more often worthy
Of note than the bright ones.
As an example, he points to
the case Of a surgeons son,
s, who has just had his ton
sis removed.
Appealing to the heart Of
the father above the reason
Of the surgeon, the boy pre-
vailed upon the former to
give him . sip Of water.
When he stopped suffering,
the boy said:
That's the last drink Of
water / take as long as /
live" !.
Casualty
A lady we know, who is fond
of pets, had her house fumi-
gated last summer to get rid
Of an invasion Of fleas. For
two days the place was closed
up, while the deadly fumes
did their work. Our friend
was a bundle of nerves. Sup
pose something was in there
which could be hurt-a stray
cat curled up under a sofa,
say.
The operation came off with
no apparent hitch, however.
Even the gold fish we're re-
membered and removed. Ex-
cept for the fieas, not a single
casualty was discoyered-until
yesterday, when the time
came to get out the Christmas
tree decorations.
There they were, the six
boxes of tinsel balls, just as
they had been neatly packed
away last January. But there
wasn't a CLINT of gold or silver
in the lot. Just row after row
of little tin balls, with not a
bit more sparkle than so many
cans of sardines.
The experts say it will do it
every time. Powerful stuff,
that cyanide.
Program
A passerby noted recently
that the entertainment
schedule posted outside the
Lafayette USO bore this
item near the top:
Talent Should've"
Another listing, further
down, read:
Talent Show-Depart-
ment of Agriculture"
Oops!
A young lady waiting out
side an I street Office building
for her father to pick her up
after work thought she spied
his car, in the seasons dark
ness Of quitting time.
She walked to the curb,
opened the door and slid into
the front seat. When the
driver said "Well!"-indig-
nantly-she realized it was
the wrong car. Making her
embarrassment complete was
the fact that the drivers wife
walked up as she was getting
out of the car.
Rambling