The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, February 19, 1929, Page 12

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By RODNEY DUTCHER (NEA Service Writer) Wi r 19.—O! course there's no sense in coming to Wash- ington if you can’t prove it afterward. That's why the mantlepleces, sofas and parlor tables of the nation are covered with collections of miscel- laneous junk which would long ago have been thrown out were it not tor the magic inscription “Washing- ton, D. C.” Years ago your correspondent used to marvel at the souvenirs brought home by graduating high school classes from Washington, most of all at the little Uncle Sam hats, Wash- ington monuments and other objects constructed of actual paper money mashed into mush after it had out- worn its usefulness. The Breau of Engraving and Printing. by the way, Still sells this pulp at $15 a ton. Twenty or more shops on Pennsyl- vania avenue are bulging with an i finite variety of Washington so-ve- nirs today, in anticipation of 150,000 ‘or 200,000 visitors expected here for the Hoover inauguration. These are the shops whence come those strange things proudly displayed by the re- turned tourist. * * * A great number of the Washington souvenirs are made abroad—in Japan, Germany, Italy and Austria. Despite tariff walls, foreign novelty manufac- turers can sell them cheaper appar- ently, than ours. Those tin brass the entire Hoover family, plain photos of Hoover and Curtis, handsomely painted framed photos of cherry blossoms and other Washington scenery and a colored calendar with pictures of the Statue of Liberty, Hoover, Curtis, the Spirit of St. Louis, Lindbergh, Washington, Jefferson. the dirigible Los Angeles, Lincoln, Wilsen, Babe Ruth, the Capitol, Roosevelt, Jack Dempsey, Commander Rosendah! and the New York sky- line. * * * ‘There are poems of rare sentiment, indelibly burned into leather and addressed to mother, sister, father, uncle or what have you, and pillow covers of burnt leather with the cap- itol and absolutely essential ‘Wash- ington, D. C.” Also burnt leather whisk-broom holders, tie racks, cig- aret cases and what not. Pillow cov- ers also come in fringed felt, scribed “Dear Mother, Washington, D. C.,” and on painted surfaces which manage to get in capitol, white house, monument, Mount Vernon, Lincoln memorial and a few other shrines. Probably there will also be a de- mand for a combination pipe, cigar holder and cigaret holder displayed by most of the shops. When you look through a tiny hole in one end of this contraption you see a partly dressed young woman. As a barczin this compares favorably with the one- cent pieces which are put in tin frames and sold at a dime apiece. Or, the deck of playing cards, each of in- trays, used to receive ashes, calling cards, pins or collar buttons—or even just as ornaments—all profusely dec- orated with scenes of the capitol and other Washington sights, are made in Japan. ‘These trays are always among the best sellers on the avenue, as are the tiny Washington monu- ments of marble, with thermometer attached and selling at 25, 50 and 75 cents, according to size, which are made in Austria. Don't forget your pocketbook, for you can buy almost anything bear- ing “Washington, D. C.” or a repre- sentation of the Capitol, and some- times both. The souvenir shops are waiting eagerly. * * Lawrence Miller, one of the shop owners, says that he has just re- ceived a thousand varicolored com- pacts for the ladies, on which the capitol is almost life-size. These are very popular all along the avenue, but your correspondent does not guarantee the quality of the rouge. the boys, Mr. Miller and other iopkeepers hope to dispose of many handsome souvenir knives, with min- jature photos of Hoover and Curtis on one side and of the capitol on the other. Photos always sell well, of course. ‘There's a nice colored postcard of which depicts a Washington scene. * * x ‘The country probably soon will be flooded with the “Key to Washing- ton,” a magnificent brass object ten inches long, carrying a thermometer and decorated with the likeness of Hoover and the white house. Only a dollar! If none of these appeals to the in- auguration visitor possibly he will like (all of these bear the name of the city and generally show the cap- itol) the salt and pepper shakers, vases, nail files, rings, bar pins, min- iature capitols designed for jewel boxes, ink wells, dime banks and clocks, watch knives, envelope knives, whistles, rosary beads, pin cushions, wallets, china ware, manicure sets, pipes, crumb trays, handkerchief cases, purses, kippy kits to brush the clothes and shine the shoes, pencil cases, banners, perfume squirters, magnetic scissors (they find the needle), candlesticks, napkin rings, | match boxes or statuettes. “This will be the biggest crowd ever in Washington,” says Mr. Miller. “Don’t ask me why they buy this stuff. When I came here first time I bought $15 worth first day. I wasn't the only sucker.” “Surprise party?” Bob Hathaway echoed. “Don't Crystal know any- thing about this doctor's prescription Bayety she's going to be treated to?” Of course not!” Faith retorted. “Is this dress too low in the back? I sfeel thrillingly indecent in it. ...1 didn't know myself that the party was to be tonight until it became evident that, baring accidents—” and Faith shivered slightly—“Tony could be with us. I sent a wire to her at the Cleveland aviation field this after- noon and she must have got it, for the radio announcer said something about ‘Stanton’s beautiful young avia- trix refusing Cleveland hospitality to hurry home to her invalid chum, Crystal Hathaway, who—’ and you know the rest of course. All about the poor child’s being kidnapped and almost dying from pneumonia as a result of brutal treatment and ex- Il _be so glad when poor Crystal is allowed to sink back into obscurity . “So will I,” Bob agreed. “She cer- tainly gave Cherry the surprise of her Young life. Remember all of Cherry's wisecracks about how Crystal would eat her front-page notoriety? Tead a word of the thousands n printed about her, and ‘ goes, deaf, dumb and blind when the is sscuricaee. +.» Say, who's to” and Nils and Rhoda, of course,” Faith answered, telling her on beautifully manicured Harry Blaine; Tony Sandy Ross, if Tony can in, which I doubt. Parties i g Z i i And Dick Sandy's linc. aren't in Talbot—” “A fine, tactful hostess you are!” Bob scoffed. “Inviting both Dick Talbot and Sandy Ross to the same party. Of course a one-round bout might cheer Crystal up—” “If there's any chance of Dick Tal- bot's beauty getting messed up, I'm glad, I'm not a tactful hostess,” Faith interrupted spiritedly. “No man has a right to be as good-looking as that. If he did get a broken nose, Tony might be cured of her infatuation for him. I do wish she'd either marry him or break with him, and she won't do either. . . . Well, let's see: George and Selma Pruitt—” “I might bave known you'd have to have George!” Bob groaned, in a mock agony of jealousy “Go on! Keep up this shameful intrigue, woman, I'll find me a sweetie... . Who else?” Faith; laughed, then hesitated and ‘ned before naming the Jast guest. lan Beardsley,” she confessed nally. “Now don't jump down my iroat, Bob! He was wonderful when Crystal was kidnapped, and when he called up today to say he'd come back to Stanton on business, I could hardly do anytiing else than .sk phim to the party. Cherry isn’t an utter fool, even if you do think so. With Nils here, she'll hardly dare make herself conspicuous with Alan. And he's a gentleman—” “And cuckoo over Cherry!” Bob completed Faith’s sentence for her. NEXT: Faith wrestles with a seri- jus problem. | (Copyright, 1929, NEA Service, Inc.) , | Parade was a little yellow dog which other civilian group. They wore long ulsters of grey mixture, stove Pipe hats, light colored gloves and rich badges. An impromptu participant in the followed the presidential carriage. A year before, the same dog had fol- lowed General Garfield, as he got off “THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE “TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 19, 1929 Freckles and His Friends ICANT FicuRE OUT WHERE THE FELLAS ARE- Z THOUGET SURELY THEY'D BE HERE To SEE NE COME BONE FROM THE Hosprrar !! Good 6RiEF! THs --) phe Ht} E 15 BO MUCHK=t HATE f Jf CO FoR FEAR (IT May BE TAS 1! Be) ( TRAT So | AN AMBULANCE ++ | | AND Iv SEEMS LIKE IT'S COMING DOWN OUR STREET’ OK-MMEY MUST AROUND SOMEWHERE = You sit Here By TAE WINDOW AND WATCH FoR THEM! 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