Evening Star Newspaper, April 3, 1921, Page 65

= *’fi‘-’«-"’ = ELL, well!” says I, stop- pin’ short in the middle of the Mvin' room and gasin® over at the win- dow seat. ‘What—what's the big jdea? For there is Master Sullivan McCabe, all flossed up in a clean collar, best Enickers and Sunday shoes. Also his face and ears have been scrubbed pink, except for the freckles, and his curly shock of brown hair shows a neat part. Here it is & nice sun- shiny Saturday afternoon, too, when he's usually out playing with l:e and seldom shows up home un- t‘i:nl‘(ter dark. More'n that, he's sit- p ulet and readin’ a book. U e tIknow the dancin’ lessons had bequn again” says I g ain't,” say: 3 oY {6 a party then?’ I asks “Or 4id you forget and think this was o Sundey e absurd, Shorty.” lreaks in Sadie. “Just as though it was an unheard of thing for your son to be Taimy clean and decently dressed on & 1. “My error. of course. 2 ember that it's ain’'t sick or “Huh!" say But I don't ever rem: happened before. He anything, is he?” % "{; yofl must know, Chorty,” says she, "we are expecting a caller. Miss Lillith Cutting is coming to tea “Gosh!” says I, gasoy. “Lisping e lady poetess? That old sh Lillith, the hen b “Shorty McCabe! wvigorous. “Aren't you a before Sully, too!™ “Oh, come!” says I “She's mo great favorite of Sully's either. Didn't he come near gettin’ in wrong with her the last time she was here? Say. if 1 hadn’t arrived just as I did he'd have had our old tomcat and that little white poodle of hers mixed up in a lively free-for-all. He was Just the coupe door to chuck old with Fluffy when I inter- “Yes, T know,” sigh Sadie. “Sully behaved very badly that day. He wriggled away from Miss Cutting «hen she wanted to talk to him, and he was so sulky that I had to send him out. He looked a sight, too, in that old foot ball costume and with his hands all grimy. But we have talked it all- over since then, Sully and L He understands now that while Miss Cutting may have her little peculiarities. she is really quite a talented lady, who writes poems for the magazines—beautiful poems about little Boys and girls. I've read him some of them. Haven't I Sully?” “Yep.” says Sully, smoothin® out a grin. 5 “And just think, Shorty,” she goes on, “if Miss Cutting should see Sully at his best, with his good clothes on and his nice manners, she might write a poemr about him, .and have it printed in one of her books “Huh!" says L “Oh, I don’t expect you to appre- ciate what an honor it would be, says Sadie. “But I've explained it to Sully. and’ he understands. And .he is going to be a real little gentleman to hor-when she comes. Aaren’t you, Sully?" H “Yep.” says Sully, lettin ‘on to be deep in his story book. f “It ought to be worth watchin’ says I._“Not that I'd care to be too close when Lillith starts gushin’. She might get me into a poem. But I'll be back in the lib'ry here, goin® over some bills. and maybe I can get 2 glimpse of the big act. Say, that must be her car rollin’ in now.” It was. Some classy little closed bus she drives around in; and in case you might get the idea that there's been 2 big boom o i poetry prices, maybe I'd better state that Miss Cut- ting ain't strictly supportin’ herself that way. Hardly. With all the gilt- edged stocks that was left her she don’t need co do a thing .and this etrysline of hers is entirely on the ide. Maybe what she turns out ain’t so bad. either. for the kind. Any- way. she gets it printed. Has had a whoie book of it published. and if you don’t watch your step when you're talking to her, she'll give you one protests Sadie. shamed? Ri ght openi; Tom in fered.” tT's her gushy conversation that I ean’t stand for. You know the kind. She just gurgles enthustastic over spedially youngsters. g suit. Course, being “IS IT NOT FASCINATING TO WATCH THEIR SWEET, INNOCENT NATURES UNFOLD BEFORE ONE; TO THEM RIPEN AND DEEPEN, AS ONE SEES A ROSE COME INTO BLOOM™ 2 about ‘em. Honest. sire almost makes me seasick when I have to listen to her. tellin’ derstands “the child nature If it was her knowledge of dish- mop poodles now, 1 might admit that sbe knew what she was talkin’ about, for you never see her anywhere with- out “this woolly little parlor insect that she calls Flufty Duffle. He's al- ways perched up beside her when she drives around, and where there ain't any hostile cats or dogs she lugs him into houses under her arm. You ought to hear her springin’ her line of baby talk to him. Say. it's ¢nough to make you want to throw the little beast through a window. like dogs well enough, too—real dogs. But these pink-eyed things, that look like they'd been crocheted, I've got no use for. Yet Lillith seems 1o think a whole lot of Fluffy Duflie. Here about a month ago when she thought he was lost what does she do Lut offer a reward of $100. Say, I wouldn't give that much for all the white poodles you could herd into Central Park. But as I say, she’s a born gusher, Lillith. And when it ain’t Fluffy she's havin' a fit over itU's some youngster. The minute rhe steps turough our front door she begins kin' Sadie about “her dear, darling sweet my: “he was here says Sadie, I wonder where just a moment ago. he can have—" T could have told her, for I'd seen lly smeak into the back hall as adie went to let in the caller. 1 had about how well she un-| S «I THOUGHT SO, TOO,” SAYS L “AND to chuckle, t00." Course, I. thought he was makln® a getaway. But from the libr'y window 1 could see the side door and Sully didn't_come out. In- stead, I heard the ‘phone click and retty soon he . comes strollin’ back into the livin’ room. . “That’s funny,” thinks L 1 couldn't: dope it out, either. Why he should turn up egain after. makin' a successful duck was beyond me. But there he is, lettin’ Mfss Cutting paw his brown curls and shoot this line of guff at him, without so much; a squirm. ~“What a dear, manly little fellow you have, Mrs. McCabe,” she gurg on. “And is it not fascinating to watch thelr sweet, innocent natures unfold before one; to see them ripen and deepen, @8 one sees & rose_come into bloom? Ah, that great joy has never heen given to me, my dear, but to compensate for that denial per- haps, it has been granted that I should have my keen insight into their pure souls. What dreams I can read in those great blue eyes! Come, my little man, tell me your thoughts,| that I may compare them with my guesses. Are you wondering where the tender green leaves come from that are bursting forth from those branches just outside the window? Or are you sailing in fancy up on those white fleecy clouds in the spring sun- shine?” Sully don’t commit himself. As far as 1 could see he was diggin’ the toe of one shoe into the rug and fidgetin’ with his hands. T'd have like to have put up a little bet with Lillith that when it came to readin’ Sully's thoughts she was a poor guesser. I fact, I'd have given about’ nihe' to |one that if hé had owned up just what was runnin’ through his he: ? at the time she’d have had 2 bad o] Not that Sully is any more of a hol terror thap -the average twelve-ye told. No.'I wouldn't ino mollycoddle. Not by a long shot If he don't indulge in his full share of deviltry then I'm s#adly mistaken. I expect I don’t hear Ralf df'it, either, for he's a more or less cagey ‘younge ster. He don't tell all he knows and I suspect that he fe'x. away with.a lot :: mischier’ thal’s never tagged. on m. ' Wiy, here the other day 1 missed a perfectly good tire from the garage, one T'd only run a few thousshd miles and -¥as’ figurin’ on bavin’. fe-' treaded for a spare. And it aim’t un- til after I'yve put Sully through ten-minute cross-examination tbat he i owns up how he'd rolled it down town |- and sold it to a repair man for $2.« “Aw. 1 thought it wasn't - any ®00d!" says he. “And I needed them two bucks bad.” ‘What for?” I demands. “Why the sudden financial stringency wihen ou get your spendin’ allowance yeg-- revery week?' . . . . “New uniforms for the team.” says he. “Goin’ to set us back $60 this season. and all the fellers are chippin’ in what they ca: O ‘Huh!" says I “Well, you lay off turnin’ anything you find loose about the place into that uniform jund, son, ul y that. But he's | A FEW GUESSES ABOUT SULLY sscvare TO PAY AS A RANSOM.” or . we'll have a- serious argument. ‘Undegstand?” He’nods sullén and the incident is closed. .Course, I ¢an kind of sym- pathize with the scheme. Sully's the star pitcher and captain of this grand base ball- lfir‘egltlon known as the North. Side Leatherbacks. They won the interschool grammar grade pen- nant of the county. last year and I rooted at-spme of the final games. | Also I.was figurin’ on makin’ quite 2 nice little donation_ for new uni- forms when the time came. But I didn't want to_do it in-automobile tires. < And this Mornin’ something else had come up. Didn't amount to muc An old berry crate that I'd ha around a five-gallon can of gas had digsappeared. No, Sully didn’t seem to know a thing about it. He can look mighty innocent, too, when you tax.him on a subject like that. “What would I want of old “Maybe Domi- crate?” he demands, indignant “All right,” says I. nick used it. And by the way, Sul- ly, how's the uniform fund coming along? How much have you collected towards the sixty?’ “Twelve and a half,” says he. “But Spike Quigley, he thinks he’'s got a plan for diggin’ up the rest.” “Spike must be some grand little planner then.” says I, chucklin’. 1 thought I'd let the boys struggle along for a while and then get a few of my sporty neighbors to join me in chippin' in ten aplece. A| month from now would do. But as! 1 sits there lookin’ through the dra- peries Into the next room and watchin’ Sully exhibit his comp'ny manners for the benefit of this pop- eyed old maid I decides to advance the date of the domation. For he sure does ook more or.less | ANOTHER QUEER FFEM WAS THE PRICE MISS CUTTING - HAD “playbe he jumped out of one of the windows,” 1 suggests. “But he couldn’t,” says' Lillith. wicked person. I'm sure he has.’” 1 had to admit that it looked that way.. There were muddy’ tracks on the bluestone drive, where somel y had sneaked in through the hedge from the roadway. And Filuffy Duffle nowhere in sight. h, oh! takes on Miss Cutting. hat shall I do?” etter let me call up the chief of “and have him be on “Oh, will you' ways she. “And tell him, please, that I will pay a large reward if my precious pet is safely returned.” e,” says 1. “I think I'll do little scoutin’ myself. This looks funny to me—a daylight job right in my own dooryard. I'll get out the roadster and drive down toward the village. As 1 dashes back for my hat I notices Sully curled up placid on the window seat again with his book and payin’ no attention to the excitement. Even when 1 phones Barney about the dog he don’t crash in with any comment. I was too busy just then, though, to stop and explain to him and I didn’t think much about it. On. the way downtown I kept a pharp watch, but 1 saw no tramp with a white_poodie under his arm. In fact, all I passed was that old delivery wagon of Quigley's; the meat market man. So the disappearance of Fluffy Duffle developed fast into a first-rate mystery. We talked about it at din- ner_that night, Sadie and me, but we couldn’t dope anything out. ‘Mt have been somebody, gosts, “that knew how foolish the old girl was over that woolly little insect. You know when she thought she’d lost him before she put up great holler l“l‘ld offered that hundred- 1 sug- Sadie agrees. “But_who could have done such a thing? Right under our very noses, too. Do you know, Shorty, I feel rather respon- ~huh,” says I. “Me, too. TI run down and see Barmey after din- ner.” But Barney hasn’t got any clue. He mays he's given a description of the dog to his two night men and sent word into Portchester. for the foroe there to have an eye out. “You know she’ll come across with any amount up to a hundred if yo can get him » says L “Sure I know.” says Barney. “Leave it to me. If that pup's anywhere in my district T'll find him.” The chief always talks that way, though. But there’s a good deal of heavy timberin’ in Barney's loft, and I | i | \1jké ya_young .cherub as he stands Ao b R e lightin® .up his curly head. Masbe the old {£Irl’ was right about ‘his sweet, in- nocent nature.and pure soul. Per- 8 he was thinkin’ of the green. leaves and dhe: pink clouds. Any- way, He was rollin’' thém big blue eyes thoughtful towards the window every now and then. And I kind of ‘winced when 1 thought how TI'd nearly accused him that very mornin’; of ~pinchin’ & berry crate. Any| ‘youngster swho Was 8o near an angel as to Ill‘:fl for the mushy line of ‘talk that Ilith was dealln’ out just then couldn’'t do a thing like that. No.. Why, he even stuck around while she and Sadie was havin' tea, and let her hug him when she starts 10 go. i *T had slipped’ back ‘into the livin’ room 'and was gasin' at him curious #{'whep we hears Miss Cutting let out thls squawk from the driveway. “Now what's gone wrong, Sadie?” I-asks¥ steppin’ out to the door. “Listen.” says Sadle. “She's try- ing to tell me. wails Miss Cutting. ‘My darling precious is gone. “Who the blazes is her darling says Sadie. Then she You don't mean Fluffy Duftle, do you?" squeals Miss Cutting. “He—he's’ been stolen! .Why, I left him shut up in the car and now he— he's gone.. Oh, my precious little ¥luffy, where are you “Bhorty. you go and ‘see if you can't find him,” says Sadie. 1 had my doubts. If the swipin’ had been done anywhere else I wouldn't have worried over it a minute; but to have it pulled right on my own plac>—well, that was different. They lrlllght come back after something else. I was still puzzlin' over the case at 10:30 that night. when the phone rang and some female began to jab- ber excited. Finally I makes out Miss Cutting. that you ) she. “I say I have paid the ransom for the return of my precious Fluffy Duffie. He was kid- naped, you know. But I have him back again, safe and sound. and he's sleeping on his dear little pillow just Pl as “See here, Miss Cutting.” says I “Just a minute. What's all this about a ransom? Who'd you pay it to?” “Oh, T'm surs I don't know who ot it.” says she. “All I know is that Bee. mome, On. telennoned ahout 3 5 © oné telephoned about 9 o'clock and mld that if I wanted my Flufty back I must leave the money on a certain gatepost out on the road. fi:;pdtld,lfllei.!ilpra 11 there is to it. m so hu‘gly appy I can “¥es I understand that much,” mys 1 " “You took th % “%,:"‘ ool e mofey out your- 2 dear no.” says she.: ‘I didn’ dare.’ T sent Helma with it. It was guiy down to the Van Gould place. ow, where thi S Eatipnar: ere are those big “I get you,” says I “H back among the trees and there's no street light out front.. Well, how long after you sent the money was it before the dog was returned?” ‘Not half an hour.” says she. “We heard & rap at the kitchen door, and o_opene mhen we t there was dear “Loose?” “No, ets 0 phone. me to send: And if it Radwe. beon at Helma could lend me money I shouldn’t have ie o make up the exact sum.” orty-seven. fifty, eh?" iThat's odd, too. right where to call you, didn’t they? Something crooked “about all i Miss Cutting. It's no plain case of dog stealin’. We ought to get to the bottom of this. “Oh, please don't bother.” says she. “I have my darling precious again, 0 nothing, élse matters.. I don't wish to have anything more dome about the affair. "Really.” & ® “Just as you edy,” says I, “but it been able to this, practice.’ “4On, that was it, eh?” says I *“Then 1O | there ‘was another odd: thing: Flufty was delivered at her back daor last I Andi they knew | bo: -~ CLUB'’S Activities of Colum- bia Athletic Club When Its Member- ship Neared the One Thousand Mark. The Island Boat- house and the G Street Home—A Gala Affair of the Year 1890. HE Rambler feels some per- plexity as to how he will start this story. The subject is still Analostan Island and a great many things relating to that island have yet to be told. The story of Analostan as an excursion place is yet to be set down. The story of James M. Mason, a senator from Vir- ginfa, Confederate envoy to Great Britain, and who was born in his father's house on Analostan Island, must be told. The Rambler wants to tell this story because he feels you will be interested in it and be- cause he wants to offer to the mem- ory of this good and able man such poor little wreath as his pen can give. That phase of the history of Ana- lostan Island associated ~with the Columbia Athletic Club must be taken care of in these annals and that will require some space. The Columbia Athletic Club grew out of the Columbia Boat Club, and the year after the reincorporation of the boat club as the athletic club there was a regatta, which was interrupted by one of the big storms of this region and two gigs of the Columbias and Potomacs were swamped and their crews rescued by tugs and rowboats. That exciting little chapter of local history must be recounted. The mat- ter concerning the Mason-Analostan- Virginia' ferry, which the Rambler has dealt with briefly, leads on to a mass, if not a magze, of facts about ancient ferrieas across the tern branch and the Potomac near the site of Washington, and these facts must be—or permit the Rambler to say with great meekness, ought to be—put into print. * % x % The thing that comes to the Ram- bler's mind at this point is that in a previous “ramble” on old wills bear- ing on the subject of Analostan Is- land he wrote of Gisborough, its Young+Shaaff-Addison-Dent history, and confessed that he could not re- call the name of the first member of the Dent family who came into the ownership of that large and historic tract. He knew he had the facts and felt sure that he had once written hem in one of that long series of ‘rambles” on the subject of Potomac steamboats. He spent more time in looking for those facts than he did in writeing the whole story about the Mason, .Young: and Addison wills, You know how it is when you know that you know a thftig and cannot think of it and know that you have a thing somewhere about the house and cannot find it. You turn things upside down until you are as tired as a coon dog after an all-night hunt. Here follow the Dent-Gisborough facts, which the Rambler received in a letter. January 17, 1917: Star_office, Ci eroy travels ipt from a secluded alcove in the Congression Library. My purpose in writing you, however. is to correct an error into which you have 1 your article on Gfesboro. That land w: lly granted to Thomas Dent, one of the original two emigrants of that mame. who came out about 1649, and it was numed after the home town of his family in Yorkshire. It was devised in bis will, probated 1676, to two of his young sons. He mentlons five children in his will, most of them minors, and be had umous daughter Barbara. who 1. The widow of Thomas Dent married about 1677-8 Col. John Addison, the progenitor of that family in’this Do doubt it was through this G property passed not by original that family. -1 could give. you mamerous ‘references on The Rambler remembers that the first - paragraph of ‘that letter made him a little “sore.” He is often asked JTHE RAMBLER WRITES OF COLUMBIA . REIGN ON ANALOSTAN ISLAND have some symptoms of human intel- ligence: “Do you really go to these interesting places you write about?" How else in the name of common sense could it be done? Has not the Rambler written stories of trips to hundreds, to thousands, of places in the District, Maryland and Virginia that have never had a line in print before? Has he not hunted out places that nobody living more than five miles from them ever heard of be- fore? Has he not written columns of descriptive matter after his fashion: “One hundred yards further along the road you pass a spring on the left hand and at a right-hand bend in the road you come to a black oak tree, over which a trumpet creeper has grown, and fifty feet south of the black oak is one remaining gray gate post standing in the morning shade of a red cedar”? Don’t you know that all the people in that -part of the country near Washington, in all parts of the cou try near Washington, read The Sun- day Star, and does anmy one believe that the Rambler could pull that sort of a description and get away With it it he had not been over the ground? Other persons, who seem to have sense enough to make a living, but one wonders how they do it, have asked the Rambler, “Do you really g0 to these places you take the pictures of?* In the years that the Rambler articles have been running in The Sunday Star and the writer walking in the byways and the places without byways, has he not shown pictures of tumble-down old houses, barns, corn houses, springhouses and rustic people whose pictures had never been made before? How could those pic- tures be made without going there? Do you think that you can walk into a souvenir shop and buy a post- card of old Jim Smith's slabsided barn on Cucapotowaxon creek, forty miles from nowhere? But we'll let this pass. X % ¥ % . The serieg;;#¢ Analosta stories has been a long one, persons have perhaps grown tired of following these notes. The Rambler took up this subject because he be- lieved that a close search would re- weal much good matter concerning the island, and because nothing worth reading had ever been published abou Analostan Islend, so far as the bler could find, except one chapter in a book written by David Baillie War- den in 1816, telling of a visit to the Mason home . gn that island. He thought Analostan would be a Popu- lar* subject, and he guessed at this from the number of letters he had received in the course of several years asking for information about the island. Here is a sample of these jetters, and this one was dated March 8, 1919 Dear Sir: 1 am desirous of such _information cerning__Analostan Island, i pear this city, and it early. owners w cnpants. 1 have applied to the Columbia intorical Society of this city and to my old friend, Dr. William Tindall, regarded as sometliing on an oracle in such matters, but n Island procuring for a _friend may be obtainsble the Pot io-| Maj. N. T.N. Robinson, C. C. Willard, Even g;:'mx.m)ln.!zr ‘Wood, by humanity. The main i northwest corner of the bullding wi their were. admising voleus, as the'folks came upon new surprises in the finish of the bullding i every step. * % x % Friends, those old headlines and! those two paragraphs are very In- teresting to the Rambler! He does not know who wrote that story, but a story like that, pasSing across the copy desk now would start a riot! Look at that first sentence with the “parts” in it!. See two or three lines given to an awning across the side- walk; see the space-that was' given to “the line that kept growing until mnear the end, when it suddenly began to dwindle”; see those lines about the servants in the corners, “out of the Tine of .currents, whose voices were lost in the hum of the many admiring " and so forth! reception committee was: A A. Adee, Norman Bestor, E. A. Bo ers, Lieut. C. A. Bradbury, U. 8. N. M. T. Britton, Dorsey Brown, lohn Cassells, R. S. Chilton, jr.; John A. Baker, G. G, Colgate, Charles E. Coon, Harrison Dingman, J. W. Douglass, John Joy Edson, J. R. Elder, L. C. Fletcher, Commodore Folger. U. 8. N. William iGalt, Sterling Galt- H. W. Garnett,. C. C..Glover, William A. Gordon, Alexander Gregor, Dr. W. T. Harban, Percy B. Hills, L.'G. Hine, T. M. Larn: E. Mason, U. S. N.; D. Levi P. Morton, E. A. Moseley, H. C. M. Ransd: Moses, F. A, Nute. D. ell. L. T. Reed, E. Francis Riggs. Dr. Irving C. Rosse, George L. Scarborough. C. G. Sloan, Frank E. Smith, Hubbard T. Smith, E. J. Stellwagen, Paymaster Standcliffe. U. S. N.; H. C. Towers, Wil and ‘some | F. Hood. Howard Perry, S. W. Stine. ¢ | metz, Mills Dean, Jo hn H. Haswell, S. F. Emm: F. Fletcher, H. B. Zevely. Fred ympson, J. C. Mar- burv, W. B. Hibbs, Alexander Grant, J. West Wagner, J. A. Goldsborough, Theodore J.. Pickett, R. W. Ryan and ‘W. A. Smith. ‘A few out.of the many hundreds of guests were Col. McCawley of the marines, Rear Admiral Franklin, Prof. Gallgudet, Prof. Hodgkins. Ed- ‘ward Dent, Judge and Mrs. Hackney, Miss Belle Pudney, Miss Dingman, Mrs. Sam_Trimble, Col Thomas P. Ochiltree, Louis . ries Dor- sey, Dorsey Clagett, Oscar Menocal, Miss Teel, E. J. Whiple, ‘Nevi E._ Jones, ‘Mrs. W. S. Teel, Dr. J. R Hubball, in, flr. and Mrs. James L. Barber, E. J. Mc- i Quade, J. H. Soule, Mr. and Mrs. A. A, Brooke, Miss Larner, Col O. F. Long, Paul Andrews, W. Butterworth, Sam- uel Norment, 2 . G. Schafhirt, ‘William Taylor, Miss Annie Bryan, Miss Josie Bivens. Miss Mae Miller, Andrew Miller, Miss Begsie Bailey, ‘Wheaton" Tillinghast. Cranch McIn- Y. Clara May. Dr. L. W. Ritch and fe, F. H Richardson, Miss Mrs. by | Daisie Wilson, Spencer Walkins, Mr. y persons who otherwise appear to . ‘anhi — e you don’t mind I'm goin’ to rum up there early in the mornin’. I want to_have a look at that crate’ 1.did, too. In fact, I went before breakfast. And sure enough, it was the same berry crate I'd had in my garage. It wasn't until on the way home, either, that I was able to make anything out of them ransom figures. Then all of a sudden it struck me. Why, sure! Forty-seven fifty and twelve fifty made exactly sixty. “Huh!” says 1, and steps on the 1 waited, though, until I'd finished my sausages and cakes and coffee and had watched Sully go into the libr'y with the funny section of the Sunday paper. Then the confab. “Well, son," says T, 1 trails along and opens “Miss Cutting ot her dog back last night.” 'Did she?”’ says Sully careless. 1 goes on, “that much excited It struck me, you didn't get very when“he disappeared.” ‘No,” says Sull ly little beast. ‘Couldn’t be, could it,” says I, “that you wasn't surprised? Didn’t happen to.know anything about it before- hand, did you?” “Me?" says Sully, “How couls yawnin’, bored. glancing’ up in- dignant. d 17" L just as Miss Cutting drove you took pains to ’phone Spike Quigley, wasn’t it?” “I was tellin’ “But in” says I, somebod: 1 “Sure,” says Sully. Spike why I couldn’t -céme out for night in the berry crate I missed from the garage yesterday.” That got & squirm out of Sully, but all he says is: “That's funny. “I thought so, too,” says I “And another queer item was the price Miss Cutting had to pay as a ransom. Can you guess what it was?" “Me?" says Sully. know ?" I can’t say just how.” says I, “but what she was held up for was exactly the amount the Leatherbacks are shy niform fund.” says Sully, and proceeds to open the funny paper to thé ad- ventures of Silly Sally. ‘How should I So I gave up. I ain’t gifted. the way Lillith is, with the knack of readin’ pure souls of innocent little % But I've got a hunch 1 won't be called on to make up any deficiency in the Leatherbacks’ uniform fund. And if that Spike Quigley wasn't such a star first baseman I'd use my influence to have him put off the team. As it is—well, you got to let these youngsters take their chances. I'm waitin’, though, to read that poem Lillith ‘turns out about Sully. (Copyright. 1921, by Sewell Ford,) IM‘I‘III! has at any time a Titlon T will reatly, appreciats icles atly. a) e let me know where it-may be f The thoughts of a good many per- sons must have turned back thirty- odd years when they read in last Sunday's _“ramble” of the organiza- tion of the Columbia Athletic Club, the leasing of Analpstan Island by the club, the purchase of the ground on G sStreet and thé building of the fine clubhouse, later lost to the Co- lumbia Athletic Club by foreclosure or mortgage. That fine clubhouse is still standing, being now a part of the plant of the Y. M. C. A. There lies on the Rambler's table a list of members of the club in 1890. The active members at that time num- bered 908; the non-resident members, 181; the visiting members, 23, and the life members, 3—W. B. Hibbs, 912 Massachusetts avenu James Hood. 1017 O street, and Andrew Mc- Callum, the Richmond. The Rambler would like to print here the names of the members of the old club, but the list would take too much space. The list reads like f{he business reg- ster and social blue book of Wash- ington in 1890. Hundreds of the young men of the club are living and are prominent in trade. and the pro- fessiond and are held in regard by their neighbors and commercial agencles. It would be a great fea- ture for the Rambler if he could find a way to get this list of member: in_his part of the paper. The Columbia_ Athletic Club house was opened Friday evenink. April 23, 1890. The Star of Saturday. April 26, carried a little one-column line- drawing cut of the new building and a pleture of. President Jimmie Hi eye-glasses, mustache and all. headlines the story were these: ‘A_ Myriad of 'Guests—the Columbia Athletic Club’s Housewarming Last Night—Brawn and Hospitality—Bril- liant Sceme at the Opening of the New HouseA Great Crush—Scenes About the Building—A Notable En- tertainment.” Here follows the introduction to The Star's story: All Washington farned out to the Columbia Club’s house-wal last night, at les 8 shington was not there 50 large a part of it was that the part that was not there did not count for much. It was a tre- Inendous success, both in point of numbers present and in the smoothness with which the affair went off. guests began to come as early as 8 o'clock and would probably have come sooner had mot the iavitations read for that hour as the earliest, and at 11, which ‘was stated for the close of the tion, They ware stilt coming. Outside the clubhouss the scene reminded one of a reception at the White House, an ving been stretched from the curb to the doorway, ai the ) after 8 o'clock extending ia in both directions. palf a wquare i length antil near the ead. when a line land popular sonzw and Mra. A. B. Hall Mr. and Mrs Bart Hills, Miss Gittings, Miss Mark- riter, Dr. ‘Miss . Reyburn, Charles H. s, Miss Lilian- Bel- Soocuio Dizwiocs, Mre Ordway: e - B % uel Foote, Miss Mattie Beall, Miss Marion “McCsuley, Miss ter, Mr. and Mrs. B. E. Simpson, Mrs. C. W. Larner, Miss Beile Miller, Mis Bud Dillon, Miss~ Lillle Sprigg, J. B. B. Sadtler, Harry W. Fursh, Rich- ard T, Baden, Mr. and Mrs. J. T. Lut Sudge and Mrs. Hagner, Rudolph Clark, Miss Nellie ew- ton ‘W. B. Johns, Harry Moses, Mrs. W. Moses, Miss Edith Soule, G. P. Macias, James R. Keenan, Cuthbert Jones, Charles H. Jones, Irving Ashby, Wal- ter Hewett, Thomas A. Pearsol, Mrs. and Misses McNulty, T. J. Fisher, Misses Kittie and Lulye Russell, Mrs. W. P. Crews, Misses Eva and Gertie Houston, Aleck McCormick, Miss Lala Galt, Miss Mollle Smith, Miss Gertrude Read, Miss Edith Read, William A. Rabog, Dr. W. H. Melville, Mr. and Mrs. P. V. DeGraw, Gorden Van Hook, E. F. Tibbet, Mr. and Mrs. “Walter Wheatley, O. C. Green, J. H. Doyle, Peter .Parker, Mr. and Mrs. C. H. Fickling, J. Maury Dove, S. M. Bryan, Mr. and Mrs. Presbrey, Miss Birdie Greer, Mr. and Mrs. T. P. Randolph, Jere Elliott. John Key, Mr.'and Mrs. Kennedy, Rev. Dr. Wynkoop, Miss Danenhower, Miss Mary Wilson, Ralph Johnson, H. M. Woodward, Capt Theodore A. Smith,--Capt. and Mrs. James L. Lusk, W. B. Shaw, Walter Cash, Mrs. McGlinchy, Miss Blanch Chapman, Dr. Lee Harban, Mr. and Mrs. W. B. T Davis, J. T. Mitchell, Richard Wallach, .Walter Heiston, Miss Heiston, the Misses Rice, Mr. and Mrs. F. B. Moulton, Miss Maggie Co: B. T. Janney, Dr. and Mrs. F. O. St. o | Clair, Mr. and Mrs. Tallmadge Lambert, Lieut. Alger, U. S, N., and commit- tees from the Neptune Boat Club of Baltimore, the Maryland Bicycle Club and the Arfel Rowing Club of Bal- timore. * % * ¥ The Marine Band .played in the library of the clubhouse, and The Star -said thet 2 "huge obstruction of palms, ferns and hydrangeas Sepa- rated the red-coated followers of the equally red-coated John Philip Sousa from the audience in the reception rooms.” In the billiard room, “perched on the edges of two billiard and two Pool. tables, Were numerous Young men and maidens fortunate even in having that much of a resting place.” In these days of feminine coyness and demureness, can you think of the ens of 1890 perched on pool tables After the last woma guest had left the clubhouse the Ma rine Band, followed by hundreds of membera- of the _club, _marched through the .new home. The band played, and the men ng these ne: “Razzle-Dazzl.’ to My Tale of Woe' “Where Did You Get That Hat” Was there a good time in the Co- lumbia Athletic clubhouse that night, Friday, April 25, 15907 Well. you bet! The Rambler hoped in this narra- tive to tell of the regatta of August 9, 1888; the storm that broke up the races and sank boats, and how the crews of the Columbia and Potomac gigs_were saved by life preservers and lines thrown from tugboats, and by a big rowboat quickly launched from the Columbia boathouse and manned by Fred Freeman of the Pas- saics and Horace Beall of the Colum- bias. But that storv wiil have to be held over until another Sunday. The Rambler meets John Hadley Doyle on the Avenue every now and then, and John must remember that day well. The Taste for Sugar. ‘VmE the knowledge of sugar and ‘its uses is no new thing, the almost universal use of sugar, and especially of white sugar as human food, is relatively a new development, and the tremendous growth of the sugar-eating habit is one of the mar- vels of the years. The use of sugar in the far east goes backsbefore the be- ginning of recorded history. The ¢iassic Writers of Greece have mads the world acquainted with the use of sugar by the people of India. It is to the natives of india that credit is given by the earliest writers now known to the world for the discovery of the sweet juice of the cane, which many of the Greeks called “bamboo. According to Seneca, a honey-bear. ing reed was to be found in India, and Theophrastes wrote that the peo- ple of India ate a honey which they obtained from the bamboo. .Trans- lators make Pliny say that the sugar of India was more renowned than the sugar of Arabia. Sugar in the earliest ays in Europe was not used to 'weeten food, nor was it looked on as food itself. It was used to make certain medicines more palatable, or |less unpalatable, and was itself con- | sidered 2 medicine to which many virtues were ascribed. The Greeks and Romans esteemed honey as a 'iWeetméat, 'and gave very little heed'to sigar. But as the cen- turies rolled by the taste for sugar grew among the people of the far east and those of Arabia and Mesopotamia, At the time of the crusades, and be- fore the first crusade, there were crude sugar mills in operation in Mesopotamia and Arabia. The Crusaders acquired a taste for sugar and carried the sweet stuff back to Europe with them. Its fame spread fast and a trade In sugar sprang up between the countries of - Europe and the sugar-producing ' countries of the orient. Venice was for centuries the point of sugar ‘dis- tribution for Europe. Venetian ships brought in the sugar, and then -im> rude, lumbering caravans it started on its journey to many parts T Europe. The planting of sugar ca was _extended to Sicily, Madeira and the Canaries. Sugar plantations were set out in Portugal and the cuitiva~ tion of ecane was introduced by the: Portuguese into their colony of Bea-o zil. Jesuit missionaries introd: cane growing and sugar making into: Santo Domingo, and to priests of this : aru-r]m introduction of sugar cul- teenth century is ascribed. e Sugar is_contalned in most plants, and some hold it in large pro o h ‘The n Indians, before the coming of the whites, were familiar. with sugary sap of various e - trees and cooked this sap until, the ‘water being evaporated, the sugar was all that remained in the stone. jars. The extraction of sugar from beets and the making of excellent. sirup from the starch of corn are in-,, dustries that have been developed i vast proportions. More than a million.; tons of corn sirup are produced in the United States annually, and this finds, use among confectioners, canners and. preservers and has a wide use as a, table sirdp under various patented., names. t has been written that more than 2,000 years ago the Japa- nese made sugar from the starch of barley, and it is also written that during the Napoleonic era when su- gar was desperately needed in France ;t ‘was made from the starch of pota- oes. [ | A Peculiar Law. IN early America the township and provincial authorities regulated private conduct and personal affairs ‘with a rigor which if sought to be ap- plied now would raise a general an indignant outcry. What are called blue laws were familiar to our ances- tors, and it would appear that they represented public opinion as to what constituted proper and seemly conduct on the people’s part. As bearing on the daylight-saving matter, which is being agitated in a namber of localities, and as proving that it is difficult to find something new -under the sun, the municipal au- thorities of , Hartford, nn., found among their records that a gen- eral town meeting in Hartford, Octo- ber 24, 1643, voted that there should be a bell rung Ry the watch every morning an hout before daybreak, “and that they who are appointed by the constable for that purpose shail begin at the bridge, and so ring the bell all the way forth and back: Mas- ter Moody (Wyliyshill) to John Pretts, and that they shall be in every house one up and some lights within one-quarter of an hour after the end of the-bell ringing, if they can, or else then to be up with lights aforemen- tioned half an hour before daylight, and for default herein is to forfeit one shilling and sixpence, to be to him that finds him faulty and six- pence to the town. Identified. SCJ\JAS that your wifo 1 saw with you the other evenin¥, headed for the train “My wife was with me one evening, and the next I happened to meet up with a young lady who lives out at tion. Don’t know which—by , who was carrying the par- “You werenof co “Oh, that was urse.” Miss Cuteley you