Evening Star Newspaper, June 8, 1924, Page 73

T HE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C. JUNE 8, 1924_PART 5 z=_—'————:———“—_—“—_—— Americans Give New Atmosphere To Shifting Latin Quarter Scenes Tourists Buy Pictures, as Art Comes to All the World Good Hope’s Memory Seems Short, When Rambler Studies Its History ~Rabbit Hound, White Cat, Speckled Hen Furnish Diversion N the peak of the ridge at Good Hope is a small, rough cottage, ‘one story high. There is also a stable. Strong winds and hot suns have left their marks on these buildings, and any marks they bore of paint or whitewash brush were long ago erased. About these venmerable, unprim houses Was a wagon whose wheels Juust creak and wabble as they turn stoves that, having done their serv- fce, had been cast off, and parts of old bedsteads and chairs. There were licaps of wire, bits of rope and chain and a baby carriage whose first owner has grown to manhood or become a anothe Tin cans without number and without label, all brown with rust, and a catalogue of other things were strewn around for rain and snow to fall on. One man might say on coming to the place, “A junkman lives here and another man might say, “Here lives a collector of an- tiques.” A little rabbit hound The Rambler, but a few changed his bark from defiance to apolozy, and then, givine a wag of welcome to his tail, he came forward with some crouc g nd misgiving. On being assured that no depredation W meant against his property. he leaped and wriggled and gayly barki a welcome. The crooked-legged, flop- cared little dog seemed to say with his bjg brown eyes, “This place is not 8o grand as the mansions of some neighbors, but it's my home. A white cat came around the cor- ner of the stable to see what was =oing on, and the little hound rush&l to her and velped cordially. The cat accepted the demonstration in good spirit, but arched her back and bushed her tail and ‘said, “Stand off, Bill! We are friends and eat off the same platter and dream on the same F’ls mat, but you must not get too f¥e<h before company T A speckled hen eame from a coop. lcading a large spring family As she presented her children there was a proud cluck in her voice and proud glance in her eyes, as is the cage with mothers when they show their babies. The old hen said: That vellow. fluffy fellow with the black wings the living image of his father. His grandfather took prize in the Washington poultry show, and his great-grandfather could lick anything that wore wings. He was killed in a duel with another celebrated gamecock in the barn back of the old tavern You have been writ- ing abput. My children are descended from some of the oldest chicken fam- ilies of the District.” * ok % HE RAMBLER. knocked door of the cabin and waite polite time for an answer. Turning to the little hound. he Rambler =sai “All the folk at church?' And the little dog barked “Ye: The strew of old cast-off things about the place. the friendli- ness of the little hound, the good feeling between him and the white cat and the sociability of the speckled hen toid The Rambler that good, kind-natured people lived there. Not 8o thrifty, not so shifty as some proud folk we know. but when the trappings of the world are put off the | Great Spirit who holds plancts in| their orbits and puts color in the flowers may smile a welcome to these poor and humble people. Later in the day and further down the road The Rambler saw an old man resting against a fence, and then this colloquium: “Who live challenged kind words at the a one on top of the hill where beagle hound and all the are George Washing- What does Uncle George do “Well, he jes jogs aroun’ haulin’ a ittle an’ choppin’ wood a littie and doin’ a little plowin' and hucksterin’ 1o’ a livin'." Outside the sphere of old and beds was the trace of a circular walk. Here a cherry tree and there 4 pear tree; here a lonely rosebush and there u lilac bush, which, though ready to bring forth as pretty things bloom, told a hard-luck story in every leaf. Here on the hill crest, with all Washington below. was once « joyous home. It was that of Joseph Worthington—Joe Worthington, as all the neighbors of “quality” called him, and Worthington" to others. He wi n who had seen much of the world and good society, and he was a fellow of charm and manner who spoke the English as a sentleman. He wore his black slouch hat in'a way that suggested there was & plume In it, and he had the bearing of a man who might have linked glasses with the best courtier the court of France. A sweet woman was his wife, and they had two children—Nye and Sallie—whom many Washington people knew. Col. Joe lived in a good and roomy old house, not far from this hilltop, but in 1890 a syndicate—the Bliss- Havemeyer syndicate—began buying farms in that section and paying high prices for the land. The syndicate was going to make this a section of rich men's villas. Col. Joe sold his farm and built a house on this hill- top, where the Rambler met the little stoves GEORGE WASHINGTON'S STABLE. hen. The|were Smoot's barn and a persim- colonel and his family planted a|mon tree on the Marlboro road. The garden that was rich with roses. Sal-|barn decayed and the sassafras tree lie and Nye bought fresh and spirited |passed away, te Rambler knows not horses and glistening carriages. All| how. * But if there is any violent the friends who had visited at the | popular demand to know the fate of older home and many new friends|that tree he will get the facts. came to the later home. There were| Attached to Worthington's deed to dances and dances. A band of musi-! Bliss were affidavits by Henry Naye cians would come from the city to|lor, Daniel . Lee and L. (Lingan?) B, play Anderson, attesting that they knew Many young people came “out from | that piece of land; that it had been town™ and many beaux made court to ! in the inclosed possession of th Sallie. She was a handsome and Vi- | heirs of George Naylor for more than vacious girl, and Nye was a popular| twenty years: that the old Smoot young man of jovial und dashing|barn stood adjacent to Tom Ander- type. 1 met several persons in the | blacksmith shop, and that the new village of Good Hope and asked | barn “now belonging to Joseph T. them if they remembered Nye and Kins stands on or neur about the sallie. They reflected. stared and an- | same place” Smoot's barn stood swered: “Must have been before my | There is also an afidavit from B. 1. time, 1 guess.” Such answers gave | Carpenter, long.surveyor for the Dis- the Rambler a lonely fecling. Tn his | rict, that he was familiar with the mind’s he cou Nye and|tract conveyed to Thomas Anderson Sallie in the shadow of the dejected | by George Naylor September 16, 1840, lilac, and the poor and Strugeling | and that about 1881, owing to the in- rosebush said: “I think of the chil-| gefinite description in the deed of dren every spring. and put out my | 1540, he made a survey, at which heirs flowers in tender recollection of | of George Naylor and Thomas Ande them.” | son were present: that these and bounds were embodied in a deed David C. Fountain May 26. 1881, Worthington | and that the Jenkins barn stands the Smoot barn men- Hope | about where land. The deed is signed by Joseph S. | tioned in the deed of 1810 stood. Worthington and Sarah E. Worth-| Worthington's deed to Bliss was | dated June 11, 1890, and on June 16, deeded part of this ington, his wife, and dated June 14 1890. The buver was Archibald W.|that year, Bl land—acreage not given—to Theo- York, the Bliss of Brooklyn, N. Y. the um.1J sideration was $3, dore Havemever | consideration being $18.5. and the number of acres was not given, though the lines hound and the speckled 1 son's v eve RAMBLER has under which Col. sold a large part of his Good seen the deed | to « HE of of New JAMES ADAMS' HOUSE. | metes | HE new subdivision, called Union- town, extending four blocks north and south and five blocks cast and west in the southeast angle of the Marlboro and Piscataway roads, is shown. Half a mile east of the bridge and on the south side of the Marlboro road is the house and land of Benjamin Smith. The house stands on @ hillock about 200 yards south of the road, and is approached by a curving drive. Opposite and about 100 vards north | of the Marlboro road is the house of | Reuben Worthington. father of Col.| Joe Worthington. For half a mile| cast of the Smith and Worthington | homes the Mariboro road is bordered by woods extending far to the south | and north. Leaving the woods, the road passes the home of Mrs. Per- kins. which is on the south side. Two hundred yards bevond the Perkin place junction of the Good | | the Hope road, Ridge road, Walker road |and the “road to Hamilton's gat now Alabama avenue. At the june- tion shown Good Hope Tavern Just east of the tavern and facing | the Ridge road is the home of Thomas { Jenki Smoot Across the way—that is, on the northwest side of the Ridge road—is | the house of Henr Anderson, no | doubt son of Thom Anderson. | About a third of a mile from Good | Hope Tavern, northeast along Ridge road, that way p through the farm of Rezin Arnold. His house is | marked a quarter of a mile off the In the office of the survevor for the District is a copy of Boschke's map, the legend on which is “Topographical Map of the District of Columbia, Sur- veved in the vears 1856, 1857, 1858 and 1859 by A. Boschke. Published by D. McClelland, Blanchard and Mohun, Wash., D. C., 1861." Reading the map and beginning at the junc- tion of the Marlboro and Piscatawa: roads, at the south end of the Navy Yard bridge, the house of Florian Frederick is shown. There is no sub- division of the land into town lots on the west side of the Piscataway road, now Nichols avenue, and no subdivi- sion into town lots of the land be- tween the Marlboro road, now Harri- son street, and the river. of the property werge deseribed with legal and surveyors' particularity. The land was east of the Naylor road, extending to the Mariboro or Bowen road. Part of it was out of Chiches- ter and part out of a tract named Green's Purchase, the latter having been part of the estate of Matthew Wigfield. A section of the tract was described as adjoining the land of Georgianna Hummer. There were two acrek at the top of Good Hope, on which Tom Anderson's blacksmith shop stood in 1840, and perhaps earlier, about which there was difficulty. not in_the matter of title, but in the matter of bounds. When old Tom Anderson got his deed in 1840 two of the boundary marks on which his land lines were based GOOD_HOPE'S MAIN STR.U]i' northwest side of the road. Near his house is that of J. Dean A little more than half a mile north by a trifle west of Good Hope Tavern and about the same distance east of the river and on a hillside sloping to- ward the er is the home of Col. Henry Naylor, and haif a mile west on low land in the northwest angle of the Burnt Bridge road and River road, now Minnesota avenue is an- other home marked H. Naylor. That was the home of the first Henry Naylor of the Eastern Branch country, the birthplace of Col. Henry Naylor, who died in 1871. and the birthplace of Col. Henry Naylor, late of Good Hope and now of Georgetown. The older Naylor house is a quar- ter of a mile from the old ferry land- ing on Matthew Wigfield's farm and the southern end of the bridge from the foot of Kentucky avenue to Nay- lor's lane, which Sticceeded the ferry in 1796. , Along the Ridge road and follow- ing the Boschke map half a mile northeast of Rezin Arnold’s farm is the home of Washington Young, the house being nearly half a mile south- east of the wain road. Across the road and north of the Washington Young farm is that of Dr. Lee, and farther along the road the map marks these names: T. Talbert, T. Cator, W. Tremble, Canton and J. Brown. That brings one to the intersection of the Ridge or Marlboro road with a road from Benning by way of Stony Hill, marked on the map as “Benning road by Stony Hill" ‘West from Good Hope Tavern, fol- lowing “the road to Hamilton’s gate,” the map registers tiese names: J. Davis, W. Paine, R. Moore, J. Key- ser, —— George, J. Sear, T. Schmidt and Thompson. Then you come to BY e STERLING HEILL PARIS, May 29. EFORE the war Americans ex- plored a Latin Quarter that was delightfully foreign. A few painters and architects stayed long enough to learn the lan- guage. The remainder bathed in “atmosphere” without quite under- standing what was being said, but cheered by what was obviously being done. Now all is changed. There is an American Latin Quarter—westward, in the Montparnasse district. Tts central hub, the famous Cafe du Dome, is more alive than anything on the old Boulevard Miche. In fact, those older establishments, _CAFE DU DOME T ¥ A/"S > FI,QSSIE, AT the Pantheon and Harcourt, which stood for tin Quarter” with many, are currently said to “moved bodily to the Dome and Rotonde.” It is best veritied at the latt arely Americans are “en- tire” Up to two vears ago the Cafe de 1a Rotonde, opposite the Dome. was considered “American,” but the story got around that lenin and Trotsky had frequented it “in the old days” and now the Rotonde is rather the resort of Scandanavians Poles, Russians and Spaniards They followed the Americans west- ward. But Americans have a way of making others feel that the Dome is theirs—and France's. The others look across to them from the Rotonde, e cept when there's something doing at the Rotonde. Then the Rotonde must also be American. Yesterday, for have the example, some mo- tion picture people filmed it. An American in Jumberjack’s red flannel shirt fox-trotted with the sweet Maud Yorromer of Camden, N. J. Hishi Homa of the Chickasaw ation known by the paleface name of Over- ton Colbert, did a war dance in his beads and feathers. While the film was doing (adding, typically. Russian clap-clap and Ital- jan tarantella) the sidewalk terrace was filled with prominent Americans. Many were fresh from Greenwich Yil- lage—they were still full of the sub- ject. “Why. most of us fled from the Vil- lage.” one old girl was saving, “be- cause of its silly restraints. Th think they are devils if they have in a cup of tea or mention iges in public. and they are most of them married—secretly, you kpow, only they pretend they're not.” “Furthermore,” broke in.an Amazon in corduroy trausers and smoking jacket, “I know a girl in Greenwich who dre: in_men’s clothes but wears batiste undies. I wear regular athletics myself!” * ok ok ox AMONG Latin Quarter types (pro- nounced “teeps”) were young American business men of Paris, jockeys from Chantilly, dentists from ihe opera district and tourists from the boats, along With movie heroines and chorus girls on vacation, irl fashion writers and buyers and flap- pers up to ty-five from Paris- American polite society. But, to avoid cheap satire, let it be ——— Heights, and until her death, a few years ago, the homes of Thomas Jen- kins' daughter, Mrs. Annie Hoyle, are {he homes of Moses Kelly, C. J. Uhl- man, Dr. W. V. H. Brown, Col. J. H.| Wheeler (on the east side of the Pis- | cataway road, the Wheeler road not being cut), and a few hundred yards south of the Wheeler place, on a hill above the east side of the Piscataway road, is the home of Mrs. A. C. Liv- ingston, of the family which gave its name to the Livingston road, part of which passed through the Livingston farm. Looking at the map and sum- moning some memories, The Rambler believes that the Livingston house became the home of Henry Halley. the extensive lands of T. Jenkins (Thomas Jenkins of Thomas), whose lands are now the site of much of Congress Heights east of the Piscat- away road, the grounds of the Gov- ernment Hospital for the Insane east of Nichols avenue, and part- of the District ‘rifle range. Southwest of the Jenkins house, now. in Congress and that Col. Wheeler's house was the home of Dr. Hamilton and in re- cent years became the home of Col. Arthur E. Randale, who founded Con- gress Heights and Randle Highlands. The typewriter reminds The Ram- | cause his leisure hobby added promptly that Overton Colbert is a foremost modern painter. whose works, owned by Vanderbilts and Spreckels, hang equally in the public galleries, while H. C. Tanner, who chatted with him, has returned from a visit to America, whepee not one canvas of the age he took over came back with him. All were sold, which is « record for painter. A real painter, you know, is on his feet'so much all day at his work that he is glad to sit and rest the poor hot dogs when 5 p.m. comes around. Alexander Harrison, the famous marine painter, dean of the Americans of Paris, still parades his six feet three and seventy years of austere many portraits of Mary Baker Eddy what he thinks of the Dome. As| Myron Barlow of Detroit. Ask Gil- bert White, who did the mural deco- rations for the state house at Okla- homa, or Richard Miller, who latel did some big decorations at the Mis- souri capital. Or I'll ask Lawton Parker myself—he's back. Lawton Parker, born in Michigan, is furiously envied by the brethren. 1912 he was the first Amer. the French gold back from America again, having won a fortune—not at painting, as he merits, but in real estate “by a fluke” —and lost his moustache, which the former generation admired. In ican to win medal. Now he dignity on the Dome's sidewalk ter- CAFE A TOUTE toward the Flossie corner, muttering in a lost voi She, g0 ravishing, she kissed me:" l The historic event occurred last New Year's eve, when, going the old ‘Frv-m‘h “kiss of peace” a whole lot better, Flossie mads the round of the |ecafe ana ¥ d everybody. The | proprietor's wife winced when an | honest smack Janded the good man’; cheek: b r is un- married—which on relieved her. When Flossie to Caesar ehe just hooked her around his throat in the Icelandic stranglehold and kissed him louder get on the top of his bald head. Thén Leo Stein, artist from San Francisco, with R )R HEDE arms 'THE DOME. GIVES CAESAR A HISTORIC KISS. SKETCH MADE BY PHIL SAWYER. when up from his summer studio at Concarneau. Paul Bartlett, greatest of them all n prestige, is in London putting up his statue of Blackstone for the American Bar Associat In Paris Jjust stops i to rest his poor t at the Dom pff and away:. u learn his movements from such pillars as Frieseke, the Art Association, or 0'Connor, the collector of Gauguins, or Lionel Wal- der® Walden, it true. than in the days when he painted an H. C. Salon picture on a piece of his white duck pants for lack of else- where canvas Like , Louis Orr. the New Eng- land etcher (Springfield or Hartford), is seen less often than before he got the Legion of Honor for his magnifi- cent studies of Rheims Cathedral. 3ut Hobert Vonnah, serious old-timer on visit back from his Connecticut range, appreciates the Dome from the perspective it has gained in his mind by travel 'We have nothing like it at home,’ says Vonnah, And Bill Noble, por- trait painter of Nebraska governors (a whole gallery of them at the capi tal), says the same in a letter to Paris Bill returned hom when America went dry to express his ap- proval, but he is due at the Dome again this summer. and . the pro- prictor has stocked sarsaparilla Bill Noble, in big black Stetson hat and long yellow hair, was one of the most interesting “teeps” that eover ruck the Latin Quarter. He would stand up in the Dome and tell admir- ing crowds how the bullets flew over his cradle as a babe in Wichita, Kan * Ak ok a OUIS KRONBERG of Boston, whose masterpieces of Spanish dancing zirls first found’ appreciation with Mrs. Jack Gardner. is here on the frequent visits he makes to the Paris studio which he keeps the Rue Boissonnade. The Warshawsky brothers, from Cleveland, up and coming landscape painters, proteges/of Gertrude Whit- ney, athletes and boxers, are running the rather famous Lall games at the Methodist gymna- sium—very convenient, around the corner. Cameron Burnside of Georgia comes only (rather often) to see a man, be. is to make ship models. He made the war-time hit, much-criticized Red Cross pic- ture of the nursing sister in high- heeled Louis-Quinze shoes. The French government has just bought one of his works for the Luxembourg. Of the two Doughertys, Paul removed his studio to another part of Paris. But there are taxis, aren't there? Parke Dougherty of Philadel- phia, equally famous landscape painter, went back home recently with an injured leg. Two similarly successful brothers, Albert and Clar- ence Gihoon of San Francisco and ‘Washington, D. C., sons of the late senior medical director of the United States Navy, are similar standb. at the Dome. Robert Aiken, San Francisco, has loved the Dome as much as “Dickey” Brooks, that even more famous sculptor from Boston, who, alas!sis seen no more. It was Dickey who started the custom to lead a cakewalk to the students’ ball on winning a salon medal. There bler that he has taken up his share of The Supday Star today, and his story will be continued next Sunday have been & lot of cakewalks. Ask Max Bohm, who palnted so president of | pillar | of | New York, famous marine painter. has | famous sculptor, of | OSE were the days (of Parker's mustache) when Booth Tarking- {ton kept a cab waiting Lefore the “l‘w-x thired by the day) because he | “liked the hoss,” and Cushing Loring \f Boston painted an old chap who sold carpet slippers and sent it to the salon as a portrait of Lloyd George. Harry Leon Wilson and Arnold Bennett discovered the Dome then. There “Pop” Farrar, father of the operatic Geraldine, played poker in the little back room with Edward | Simmons, the decorator; Blatchford Kavanagh of the sllvery voic and Gus Thomas—picking up some good lines for his plays. Simmons was the man concerning whom they put up the notice at the Lambs® Clu “Exit—In Case of Simmons But Phil Sawyer of Chicago, the American Van Dongen, claims that the original “exit” was at the Dome and “in case of English girls” Alfie Maurer and his crowd were Iking art in the back room. when »ur English girls blew in, remark- ing blandly: “Oh, T say, is this the Latin Quarter?" Alfie, with one swipe, swept all dishes and bottles off |the table. Without delay the Eng- lish girls made for the door, but with the parting shot: “Oh, 1 fancy it must ber Things had changed already when Little Diet came incorrigible, met him on the full terrace i Diet.” he said. “you've got another one of those lit- | tie razor-back girls. T saw vou s terday!” Diet smiled, a little s Later he explained that “this one was his wife.” Then came the war, Dome filled up with diers, convalescing battle of Paris.” = a { in the days back. Alfie. and the old American sol- or fighting “the Jack Casey gave up his art for the Foreign Legion. Me- Adams went into the American am- bulances, along with Herman Web- ster, the etcher, of Chicago, and some twenty other proteges of Mrs. Harry Payne Whitney, the sculptres: Alan Seeger, they say, began Have a Rendezvous With Death:” wretched drizzing afternoon on th terrace of the Dome." * * % PBEFORE the war American girls were scarce as hens' teeth at the, Domie, and never came unescorted. Now they file in and order their own drinks, and smoke cigarettes, ‘while some sport nice, clean pipes. France, which makes allowances for all, be- | lieves the pipes (like the pants) a | bluff, and pa: s to prettier types. One of the wildest and prettiest is Flossie Martin of St. Louis, on vaca- tion from the Ziegleld “Follies” gar- den of girls. Flossie, who about owns the Dome since she took a liking to it (and it to her), loves to get inio a make-up with a little comical Irish hat and feather on her wealth of beautiful hair, and shout out, to practice her voice—for Flossie is in Paris “for the voice. One thing is sure—she more than pays her shot or scot. Since she {adopted the Latin Quarter, who can | estimate the 100-franc notes slipped unbeknown to broke boys and almost desperate girls! Now, there is a waiter named Caesar who is just a little “touched"” since Flossie kissed him. When he likes a customer, and there is time to chat, Caesar rolls bim goo-goos 3 gesture stopped the music, and In a great voice intoned “The dome! Right Vice the dome?” rtrude Stein, cubist poetry, but For years. they tion, she has when they on the dome! sister, writes an art patron as a specul artists young heap and recognition is their life rumored to have {1anded thousands per cent and a cool million total by the process. Edna St voung Ame aloof air. Florence Gilliam, booking journalist on literary matters, has her little coterie. Belle Livingstone “married three times to millionaires d writing her memoirs, having known every one on every continent uses the other corne Carrie King, veteran newspaper woman, mothers the whole crowd Only. in spite of her white hair, she looks too young for the role, of late BUT take notice, with a big but: In this overwhelming by Ameri can feminity. poets, Lusiness men and polo players, the Dome remains mere port of call for European models. There are no Americar models. There are Olga, and Kik and Morgot, Yvonne Dominiaus of the Colarossi Academy, all perfectly honorable perfegt shoulders or feet, or whatever. are talked of matter-of-fact as cherry apple blossoms; but they do not quite sociate with the American women This detail should be mentioncd widely. if only to correct the reck- less (but wickedly thoughtless) cable by some one of our men here of the news agencies. that got word far as Nelson, Minu., that “posing nude for artists has become a society fad in Paris,” to the undoing of more than one flapper Venus at home! Ah, no! What keeps the Dome alive is this new tineture of Ameri- can respectability To keep a Latin Quarter you must certainly have artists and models but to make the Dome bloom to an international institution it was necessary to have this influx of polo players. pugilists, book review ers, naval officers. gobs, travelin tutors, men in the rug husiness jocke: trainers; engineers, pub- licity specialists and Shorty Lazar. You must have the bubble-and sparkle bachelor girls, noking pipes, girls of the barefoot-sandaled school, college girls with a crust girl tourists, fashion buyers. and about thirty atisfied and uneasy rich women from Paris-American polite society The place is foremost can put on an and or ai packed, now, evers night, by “the new Latin Quarter crowd. 1t strong in young American business men of Paris, but stronger yet in well dressed “types” with first-class boat tickets in their pockets to and from Harrisburg, Kansas City, Fort Worth, Tacoma, Cleveland and Wichita. you say? -and buy Art Sure, pictures’ is come to all they're tourist: Art is growing. of us! e egte Spelling It Out. Subscriber (to tor)—Please give me phone number. Operator—Is the initial B as in Bill? Subsoriber —No, it's Dill Dickle. / information Mr. opers- Dill's t in