Evening Star Newspaper, December 23, 1928, Page 71

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C; DECEMBER 23 1928—PART 7.7 5 “Stack 0’ Wheats”—Christmas Eve at an All Night Quick Lunch Stand BY DIXIE WILLSON, Author of “Little Texas,” “Clown Town" and Other Novels. LITTLE before 12 o'clock one Christmas eve I sat in_the dingy lobby of a cheap hotel and looked out at Thirty-first street in New York City. Tall apartment buildings made high, dark shadows, wreaths of holly hanging against the lighted square of the win- dows. Trees with the beautiful, shin- ing weight of tinsel and colored bubbles | and lovely, tiny glowing points of light. | The sidewalk was packed down with dirty, soggy snow. Across the street a night watchman peered in closed base- ment shops. In a cage behind the hotel desk the | night clerk wrote -and wrote, pen | scratching on endlessly. Two girls and a man hurried by out- side. They had on high red paper Under the man’s overcoat he was | od like Santa Claus, a long white beard trailing out of his pocket and a strap of slelgh bells jangling against his coat. The square Postal Telegraph clock clicked one minute, another minute— 11:45, 46—Christmas almost, not quite, but_almost— “I guess I'll go out and meet Christ- mas coming.” I said to the clerk. He put a pencil in the sharpener and ground the handle. I don't see no Christmas coming,” id. “Check in, check out. One| me’s any other.” u can see what you want to,” I told him. A block away on Third avenue was Place, open all night. A counter “Hello, “Hello.” “Ham sandwich and a cup of coffee.” Steve threw a slice of ham on the hot fron slab across the window, flattened it down sizzling with a long, wide knife. And then—a little distant, blown away a little by the wind—the Metro- politan clock chimed and struck mid- night. “Well,” I said, “merry Christmas.” Bteve slid the ham in a thick, open bun. “Thanks,” he said. He reached under the counter and brought up a dipper of ice cream, put it on a plece of pie and pushed it to me, “Merry Christmas yourself, sister.” The gaslight sputtered and burned blue along the ragged edge of it. Out from the drug store next door a sign swung and creaked. Steve reached for & long cardboard box on the bread shelf. “I've got four kids upstairs waitin® for Sandy Claus,” he laughed and jerked his thumb toward the ceiling. He uncovered the box so I could see inside it—a tin train, a doll with straw- colored hair, .a stove -and a drawing slate, thick clouded glass and bright pictures of fruit. The door opened with a sweep of cold air and Henchman, from the deli- catessen across the street, came in, but- toned into a big belted coat. Fat stomach. Fat chin. * k ok * ‘he Third Avenue “L” rumbled by. Puffing a little, Henchman got out Steve.” “Apple strudel and two cups of coffee,” he said. “I got nobody to treat, so Christmas I treat myself,” he laughed. He saw the doll—took it out of the box and held it up. “The kids?” he asked. Steve said, “Yeah. Elsie.” Steve put two cups of coffee across the counter and jerked his thumb toward the ceiling. “They're expectin’ Sandy Claus,” he said. Henchman bent the doll sideways and made it cry. “Didn’t you tell them kids yet they're ain't any Santy Claus?” he asked. Steve leaned across the counter to Henchman—that stiff little doll between them. “No, nor I won't,” he said. “The feelin’ you've got about Christmas is Sandy Claus or ain’t Sandy Claus. He wasn't no more real to me when I set up all night watchin’ chimneys than he is right now.” Henchman put the doll back in the box. He wound the key of the train, picked it up and ran it across the counter—empty rattle of a tin engine and three little trailing cars. He shoved his cap back and laughed, and turned the train around and ran it back again, He picked up his fork to break into his apple strudel, then suddenly looked up at Steve and wagged his hand with the fork in it across the counter. “If them kids are expectin’ Santy, ain't they expectin’ a Christmay tree?” he said. “Ain’t they expectin’ to wake up with a tree full of—fixin's?” Steve leaned against the pie case and put his hands down in his pockets. “Yeah,” he said. “I guess they are.” Henchman swallowed half a cop of coffee. He pointed the fork at the train that had toppled against the toy box. “Them things should set on a tree,” he said. He scooped three spoonfuls of sugar into the second cup of coffee—then pushed away from the counter and took two steps across the place to the telephone. He plunked in a nickel and called a number. “Hello, Klein! Got left a tree? there.” ‘You ain’t closed yet? Stay open! I'll be up * %k ok X HEN he turned around his face was crinkled into smiles. “Them Kkids is going to have'm a tree,” he said. He reached for his coat, With one arm inside it, he looked up, laughing; winked at me. “You tend this here place,” he said, “while Steve comes up to Klein's to get the kids a tree.” And suddenly it was Christmas. The clock striking 12 hadn’t made it Christ- mas, but Henchman had. Steve began to chuckle, pulled off his apron, and got of his coat and came to the counter. his coat. | went behind the counter. Behind the counter! I had never been behind a counter in my life. On a shelf behind a stack of bread I ~ot off the high stool and 'to make that lovely hanging lace? I saw some bright pink tissue. Lace paper baskets. Could I remember huvrl Cleveland Wedding Ceremony Was Uni BY JOHN CLAGETT PROCTOR. HESTER ALAN ARTHUR did not follow the religion of his father, Rev. William Arthur, Wwho was a Baptist clergyman, but became an Episcopalian, and upon succeeding to the presldencg, after the death of James A. Garfield, he took a pew at old St. John's, which 8gain became the President’s church. The President’s wife, who was before her marriage Ellen Lewis Herndon of Frederitksburg, Va., was a church- woman and this most likely accounted for his change of faith. She died the year before Arthur became President and she is remembered by a handsome stained-glass window in the south | transept of the church. While President, Arthur was seldom absent from service at St. John's. It may also be said with safety that no President ever lived in a more lavish style than did he, and this may have had something to do with his early and sudden death in 1886, at just a lit- tle over 55 years of age and only a year and a half after he turned the reins of the executive office over to his Successor, Grover Cleveland. When Mr. Cleveland became Presi- dent in 1885, one of his first acts was to rent a pew in the First Presbyterian Church in John Marshall place. This was indeed a most natural thing for him to do, since the President’s father, Richard Falley Cleveland, was ordained to the ministry in 1829 and it was in the Presbyterian parsonage at Caldwell, N. J, that the future President was born on March 18, 1837. From the be- ginning of his administration it was not ‘unusual for the President to be accom- anied to church by his sisters, Miss ose Cleveland and Mrs. Hoyt, and in- deed the former served as the mistress of the White House during the early part of her brother's administration, ©or until he married the beautiful and youthful Frances Folsom on June 2, Naturally this event proved of na- nal and international interest. The sident was then a bachelor, 49 years of age, and the bride not quite 22, Of all White House weddings, Cleveland was the first and indeed the only Pres- ddent to avail himself of that privilege. It was no doubt the greatest event of the kind to occur within that historic structure, that is replete with so many notable events of the past 128 years. ‘The position of the bridegroom natural- Jy made it so. The bride and her party did not arrive in the city until early on the anorning of the wedding, being met at ‘the depot by the President’s sister, Miss Rose Cleveland. They were driven direct ko the White House, where preparations were being made for the event, which ftook place shortly after 7 o'clock that {ame evening. G “Y't#s ceremony was performed in the flue room, which was transformed into bower of beauty for the occasion, and e noted bandmaster, John Philip |Bousa, then director of the Marine PBand, came with that celebrated or- nization of musicians to enliven the ccasion. The officiating clergyman vas the Rev. Byron Sunderland, who been the pastor of the First Pres- yterian Church from 1853. * ok ok K | %CCORDDGD to a published state- ment, the time required for the y was just seven min- ock ~ Mendelssohn’s played by the band. At the me instant the booming of guns 'was heard and the ringing of church ells and blowing of steam whistles told he story to all the people of Washing- on that the marriage had taken place he Marine Band finished the march at | At 7:12 the band again began to | y,” indicating that the ceremony | yas over. The ceremony itself was the same itualistic one that Dr. Sunderland had ead to many contracting parties be- | lore and as he stood before the distin- uished couple beside the Rev. William H. Cleveland, a Presbyterian clergyman, {gnd brother to the President, he is re- ported to have said: ““If you desire to be united in mar- fage you will signify the same by join- {nx your right hand.’ (The bridegroom gnd the bride joined hands.) “‘Grover,’ said the minister, ‘do you #ake this woman whom you hold by the hand to be your lawful wedded wife, to | after God’s ordinance in ; estate of wedlock? Do you promise to love her, cherish, comfort, and keep her in sickness and in health, sorrow, and, forsaking all FIRST CONGREGATIONAL “Dr. Sunderland—TFrances, do you take this man whom you hold by ‘the hand to be your lawful wedded husband, to live together after Gods ordinance in the holy estate of wedlock? Do you Eromise to love him, honor, comfort and eep him in sickness and in health, in Joy and sorrow, and, forsaking all others, keep you only unto him so long as you both shall live?’ “The bride responded in a low, but clear voice, ‘I do.’ “Dr. Sunderland—'In token of the same let the wedding ring be passed.’ (The bridegroom placed the ring on the bride’s finger.) “Dr. Sunderland (solemnly)—‘For as much as Grover and Frances have here agreed and covenanted to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of wedlock, and have confirmed the same by giving and taking a wedding ring, now, therefore, in the presence of this company, in the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Ghest, I pronounce and declare that they are husband and wife, and what God has joined together let not man put asunder.’ “The Rev. Mr. Cleveland then pro- nounced the following benediction: ‘God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Ghost bless, preserve and keep you. The Lord mercifully fill you with all temporal and all spiritual blessings, and grant that you may so live together in this world that in the world to come you may have life everlasting. Amen.’ “At _the conclusion of the ceremony Mrs. Folsom, showing traces of deep emotion, was the first to tender her congratulations to the newly married pair. She was followed by Miss Cleve- land, the Rev. Mr. Cleveland and the other relatives and friends in turn. “While the congratulations were in progress the band, under the leadership of Prof. Sousa, performed the bridal chorus and march from ‘Lohengrin,’ and, to this music, the President and his wife Jed the way to the dining room, where the company drank to the health posing the toast. The bridal cake from New York was flanked by two other cakes. The bride's was a silver cake, placed in a bed of Cornelia Cook roses and bearing on the top the monogram, C. and F. The following was the menu: “Aspect of Kennebec Salmon. Fortelle of Frogs. Cutellette of Squabs. Croquetts of Chicken. Pate of Sweet Breads. Terrapin a la Maryland, Lobster in Jelly. Lobster in Salade. Jardineieres Salade. Italiene Salade, Ices. Basket of Assorted Flowers. Basket of Assorted Fruits, Strawbarries. unto her so long s you both o b “The bridegroom (firmiy): ‘I do' - Meringue Baskets. Small Fancy Cakes, ‘Bonbonnier: of the bride, Secretary Whitney pro- | HENCHMAN CARRIED THE TREE—PUFFING—HOLDING IT ON HIS SHOULDER. STEVE HAD THE “FIXINGS.” folded the paper into pleats, tried to remember where to cut the folds. What a good thing I'm here! Im- agine if Sfeve and Henchman tried to trim a tree! Three men came in. “Stack o' wheats,” said one. “Ham'n coffee.” “Stack o' wheats. No ham.” “Stack o' wheats 'n’ coffee 'n’ sau- sage,” ‘Three stacks o’ wheats. What could I do about three stacks o’ wheats? I had seen Steve pour batter out of the smeared pitcher by the flat iron stove. I poured out nine circles of batter—big, little. Some stayed to- gether, some didn't. I got a slice of ham and flattened it down sizzling with the big knife. Put down three link sausages by the ham. There wasn't any pancake turner. Oh, Steve turned them | with the knife. I turned one. Toys on the Lunch Counter Man's Shelf Bring Back Memories to His World—Weary Customers—and as the Clock Strikes Twelve They Fix a Tree for His Fo_ur Kids Waiting Upstairs for Santy Claus. | “Where's Steve?” one of the men | asked. | “Gone to get a tree to trim for the kids,” I told him. | _“God! How long since I trimmed a | Christmas tree!” he said. | Three stacks o' wheats and ham and sausage and coffee. Give them extra squares of butter. Shove out the sirup Jjugs. One o'clock Christmas morning! Behind a counter in an all-night res- taurant on Third avenue making stacks 2’ wheats! Waiting to trim a tree for | four little, wide-eyed children I had never even seen! What wonderful | games life plays with you! | * K ok % :A GIRL in white tarletan and tinsel, | with a big, woolly coat held around | her, opened the door and looked in. Yellow hair with silver tinsel on it, “Got a phone? Oh, yes—" A boy came in behind her, a clown | suit showing under his coat. Harrison 7810—hello—hello mamal! I wanted to be the first to wish you | Merry Christmas. The party’s over—we got the prize for our costumes! It was grand!—Harv's going to bring me in a taxi—all right mama—Merry Christ- mas!” She was sweet and little—laughing— happy— “T'll wait here,” she said to the boy. He went to find a taxi. | The three men turned toothpicks | around in their mouths and wound the train and ran it across the oflcloth. One of them picked up the doll and held it by the head and made it walk—shape- less pink cambric legs. The girl laughed. | I could hardly wait to see the tree | coming! To touch it! What will we | put on top! Henchman will never think | of anything for on top! Here—they've come! | Henchman carried the tree—puffing— | holding it on his shoulder. Steve had | the “fixings.” ‘The place filled with the smell of pine. In that cheap dowdy little place one of the most beautiful | things in all the world! A fir tree! | l‘y‘dShC.. & beauty, ain't she!” Steve sald. Henchman put “her” down against the wall and pulled a silver star out of his pocket—held it up in the gas light. “They put these here on top,” he said. The first thing Henchman had brought! Something for on top! ¥ ok % THE girl in tarletan began pulling off the tinsel on her skirt—yards of it! Outside a taxi came up—the boy in the clown suit. The girl broke off the tinsel and crammed it into Steve’s hands. “There,” she said. “That’s from me.” The taxl honked. She hurried out. One of the stacks o' wheats men got down on his knees by the tree. “Now if we had a couple little boards"— So we trimmed the Christmas tree. Steve chuckling, laughing, fastened on the doll and slate and stove and train. At half past two it was done, standing straight and beautiful inside the couple little boards the stack o' wheats man had fixed. We sat along the counter and had coffee and looked at the tree. My pink lace baskets. Tinsel from the tarletan skirt like hoar frost! Henchman left his coffee and changed a red bugle from beside another red bugle where Steve had tied it. “Two red ones shouldn't never be together,” he said. He walked around it. “I'll say them kid'll be surprised!” he said. | “He laughed, short lttle gurgling laughs. “I've got to open up the store again— four, five hours,” he said. “Got to get myself to bed!” He bundled into his coat. “Well, Merry Christmas t'll of you,” he said. He made a fat little bow to me, went out laughing back at us, look~ ing back at the tree as he crossed the street into the dark. “I've got to go, t0o,” I said. Steve came around from behind the counter. “While Jim and Ed and Slim is still herz,” he said to me, “maybe you'll help me take the tree upstairs.” He carried the tree ahead of me up narrow little stairs at the back of the restaurant, stood at the top and waited for me to open the door. The room | inside was dark, I could see a strip of carpet across a painted wooden floor— sagging floor, sagging window sills. A patch of light shone up the wall across a half-open door into a room where I could see in the shadows the end of a baby’s crib. * Kk ok ¥ TEVE came past me with the tree, put it down carefully, steadily, creaked across the floor and closed the door into that other room. Then he reached up and turned on an electric light. And there, glistening, shining, tall, lovely, was another Christmas tree! It touched the ceiling! The pink angel on the top branches touched the ceiling! Popcorn. tinsel, red and gold! Two Christmas trees! Two loads of dripping silver! That little sagging room packed full and running over with the thrill of Christmas! Steve was awkward. He didn't know just what to say. “I wanted to fetch you up here and tell you,” he said, “that the missus and me trimmed a tree already this eve- ning for the kids once. But I figured shouldn’t I let folks make a Christmas tree that wanted to make a Christmas tree! You and me can leave Hench- man’s here for my kids, and look at who we can take this here other one to! Ain’t that right?” A policeman on the beat stayed at Steve’s from 3 till 3:30 while I went with Steve to take the pink angel tree. hofllfle walked with me back to the I put a little branch of fir on the clerk’s desk, and I went by him up to bed., The clerk still in the cage; his “How’s it gonna stand up?” he said. pen’ still scratching. \ to Successive Churches—Interest Shown in Mr. Hoover’s Quaker Affiliations. CHURCH, TENTH AND G STREETS, ATTENDED BY PRESIDENT COOLIDGE. “Thesguests sat down near the wall. Small tables were placed in front of each group of four, the President sitting at the head, and all were waited on from the large table. While the guests were at table President and Mrs. Cleveland slipped .away, took a stroll through the east room and then went upstairs and prepared for their journey. The com- pany escorted them to the south portico and as they passed down the steps and entered the carriage threw showers of rice on them and the carriage as they drove away.” * ok K ok IT might be interesting to the women of the present day to know the na- ture of the bride’s costume. The dress was of ivory satin cut en train, with high corsage and elbow sleeves. Two bands of mull, edged with lace, crossed the bosom, and the skirt was trimmed with the same sort of scarfs which crossed the front and formed the trim- ming of the skirt. The orange-blossom garniture, commencing upon the veil in a superb cornet, was continued through- out the costume. A veil of tulle com- pletely enveloped the bride and fell to the edge of her train, The selections rendered by the band included: “1. Weading march from ‘Midsummer Night's Dream,’ by Mendelssohn. 2. Bridal chorus and march from ‘Lohengrin,” Wagner. “3. Bolero, ‘Io Son la Rose,’ Mariana. “4, ‘Invitation a la Valse, Weber, “5. ‘Spring Song,’ Mendelssohn. “6. Romance, ‘Bright Star of Hope, Robandi. “7. Mosalc from ‘Desiree,’ Sousa. Some of the airs played by Prof. Wid- dows on the chimes of the Metropolitan M. E. Church will no doubt bring up fond memories to some of The Star’s readers who have now developed into the grandmother and grandfather class. Here is the professor's program: “Seven O'clock,” “Royal Changes,” (“Wedling March,” by Mendelssohn. “Hail to the Chief,” “Oft in the Stilly | Night,” “Remember Me,” “I Dreamt I | Dwelt in Marble Halls,” “Haste to the + Wedding,” “Oh, Dear, What Can the Matter Be?” “The Power of Love “Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes,” “Wedding March,” from "lnhensr o 1 1 the Clouds Roll By,” “Chim- d, e R Duet,” “Genevieve,” “Red, White Blue,” “God Save the and Happy,” “Conquering Hero, Again,” “President Cleveland’s Wi ding March,” improvised by Prof. Wid- dows; “Home, Sweet Home.” Among the telegrams received by the President was one from Queen Vic- toria of England, grandmother of the British soverelgn who is now so ill. Her telegram said: “Pray accept my sincere congratulations on your mar- GRACE REFORMED CHURCH FIFTEENTH AND O STREETS, ATTENDED BY PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT. FRIENDS' MEETING HOUSE, I STREET BETWEEN EIGHT- EENTH AND NINETEENTH STREETS NORTHWEST. riage, and my best wishes for your hap- piness. Victoria.” e o * WHILE speaking of this particular wedding the writer is reminded of the frequent statement that there have been just a certath number of weddings i the wh,l'&'flb% Zhis refers, it 7 Pty seems, to what might properly be called “official weddings.” Upon one occasion, years ago, when the writer was looking over an old newspaper, he came across the announcement of a marriage by the pastor of St. Patrick’s Church in the East Room of thé White House and im- mediately thought he had discovered oy, e Va g CENTRAL PRESBYTERiAN Presidents, From Arthur to Coolidge, Have Been Identified With Various Denominations in Washington, Giving Prominence CHURCH, FIFTEENTH AND IRVING STREETS, ATTENDED BY PRESIDENT WILSON. a marriage which had not been recorded by the historians. whose business it is to keep up with such matters. Upon in- vestigation, he found that many years ago—some time prior to the Civil War ~—It was not unusual for couples bent upon getting married to arrange for a preacher to meet them at a certain time in the East Room of the White House, | P and then and there, at the appointed hour, the knot was tied. In due course the press probably announced the wed- ding and the place where the ceremony was performed. No record was kept of such unofficial events, but the privilege no doubt led to many persons being married there. of which we know noth- today. * Kk kX TPENJAMIN HARRISON was a Pres- byterian and occupied pew No. 43, not far from the pulpit, in the Church of the Covenant, at the corner of Eigtheenth and N streets northwest, just off Connecticut avenue. The his- tory of this beautiful stone church re- lates that, about 1883, “some 20 gentle- men, including the late Justice Mat- thews, James G. Blaine, Gardiner G. Hubbard, Admiral Colhoun, Admiral Carter, Samuel Shellabarger, James E. Fitch, M. W. Galt, and W. M. Galt, met at the house of Ex-Justice Strong and decided to secure a church organiza- tion and purchase a site for a building. They bought, for $38,000, the lots at the corner of Connecticut avenue and Eighteenth street, the committee mak- ing the first payment of $10,000. “An appeal by circular was made in November, 1883, for subscriptions to a fund to enable the incorporators to complete the purchase of land and erect a chapel, and among the early con- tributors were the persons already named, together with Senator Cameron, William Walter Phelps, Col. John Hay, | the late ex-Senator Yulee and others. With plans for the entire church in their possession the committee of in corporators began, in the latter part of 1884, a chapel on the rear of the lot. This part of the edifice was open for public worship October 11, 1885. A week later the church was formally or- ganized by the Presbytery, 53 persons uniting with the church at that time.” Ground for the main edifice was broken in April, 1887, and all went well with the construction work until the massive tower fell, August 23, 1888, crashing into the front wall and wreck- ing a part of the interior of the build- ing. Disastrous as this might seem, yet the church people came forward and supplied the necessary additional funds to rebuild the tower and even the inci- detal difference caused by the accident with the result that work was imme- diately resumed and the church com- i:leted and ogened for the first time to he public, Sunday, February 24, fol- lowing, at a total cost of about $215,000. President Harrison joined the congre- gation usluj. when 16 was worshiping in the chapel, and while he was a Sen- ator in Congress. Harrison's Secre- tary of the Treasury, William Windom, and his Postmaster General, John Wan- amaker, also were pew holders in this church. * K k% RESIDENT WILLIAM MCcKINLEY, * like Gen. Grant, was a Methodist and attended here the Metropolitan M. E. Church. Few men who have occupied the White House have died so thorough- ly beloved as he: His successor, Theodore Roosevelt, was a member of the Dutch Reformed Church. Not finding this particular denomination here, he selected as his church the Grace Reformed Church of the German Reformed denomina- tion, at PFifteenth and O streets north- west. The present church was dedi- cated June 12, 1903, and President Roosevelt and his family attended the exercises. He made a brief address. It is said that Roosevelt was always an advocate of strict Sunday observ- ance and upon one occasion, when he was a guest at a ranch in the Far West, some person proposed a hunting expedition on Sunday. The future President politely but firmly refused. and when one of the men present, evi- dently mistaking his motive, sought to assure him that the circumstance would never get to the ears of the public, he remarked dryly: “My dear fellow, I find that the best way to keep out of trouble is not to do anything that could make trouble. Then you do not need to tell any lies.” All Souls’, a Unitarian Church, which formerly stood at the southeast corner of Fourteenth and L streets northwest, and which was the church of William Howard Taft while he was President, was removed a few years ago, to be re- Elaeed by a large building for automo- ile purposes. It was an old-established congregation and numbered among its members many prominent Washing- tonians. The new All Souls’ Church, where the Chief Justice of the United States now attends, is at Sixteenth and Harvard streets northwest and is one of the most beautiful church buildings on ;{he street leading north from the White ouse. Woodrow Wilson was the son of a Presbyterian minister, and, following the faith of his father, attended, for a while gt s cipally n Presbyterian cg:urch. After his second marriage he was frequently seen with Mrs. Wilson at St. John's Church, across the park from the White House. As to whether he ever changed his religion the writer is in doubt, but he does know that at his funeral, on February 6, 1924, m tilerrlyme‘r; umhted—mgelyin‘.e‘;. . Sylvester W. Beach, pastor of Mr. lwuxon‘u church at Princeton, :l’ t‘;u' v. James H. Taylor, pastor que White House Event and Right Rev. James E. Freeman, Bishop of Washington, of the Episcopal Church. The body of the deceased the crypt of President was placed in the Cathedral of SS. Peter, and Paul, at Mount St. Alban. * k% ok PR!BEENT HARDING was a Bap- tist and was a regular attendant the E:lgnr% Baptist Church, at throughout his administration. . Mr. | Coolidge attends the First Congrega- tional Church, at Tenth and G streets | northwest. the recent strength- | ening of the roof the congregation was forced to secure temporary quarters | elsewhere and for a while worshipped in the Metropolitan Theater Building, |at Tenth and F streets. The congrega~ | tion has now returned to its old church, Which was built especially for that de- nomination and first used for religious wo;shulr on Mng'oéo. :m, urely everybody knows by this time that the President-elect Lsyl Quaker; but just what church he will attend i$ 2 question yet to be decided. It may be the Friends Meeting House on Eye street, the one at Thirteenth and Irving streets northwest, or the one at Sandy Spring. It is said that there is no church in Washington of the exact sect to which Mr. Hoover belongs, and the seating accommodations of the churches mentioned, and for other rea- sons, leaves the exact place of worship in doubt. Naturally, however, this has brought the Quaker churches here into special prominence, particularly so the old Friends Meeting House on Ey2 street between Eighteenth and Nine- teenth streets northwest, erected in 1879, but which replaced an older church dating back to 1808. The deed to this property is dated February 27, 1808, and the two lots pur- chased were transferred to Wil Morgan, Isaac Briggs, Gerard Brooke, Samuel Lukens and Samuel Snowden, as trustees. Work on the church was immediately begun, and in June, 1808, here was solemnized the first marriage by this society in this city. It is said that this church was formed principally by the clerks of that persuasion who had come from Philadelphia when the iehat of Government was removed from ere. Connected with this church in the early days was a plot of ground donated, about 1809, by one of its members, Jonathan Shoemaker, who died in 1837 and was buried in this little cemetery. This abandoned graveyard, for such it seems to be, is still carried on the books of the District as church prop- erty. It is close by the Adams Mill road entrance to the National Zoologigal Park, built up all around by apartment houses and other structures, though it still bears traces of its former use, It is close to the colored cemetery, no doubt recalled by many, which was re- moved shortly after the Government purchased the Zoological Park tract. D. N. Shoemaker informs the writer that the plot is iIn the shape of a rhomb, in the rear of 2630 Adams Mil! road; being 98 feet on the sides. Among the familles kndwn to have been buried there are the Shoemaker, Seever, Scho- field, McPherson and Janney families. It is not listed in any of the city di- rectories, though as late as 1892 it was inclosed by a post and rail fence. Few individual burial records applying to this cemetery are obtainable. Fur Farming. IT has always been the practice of fur trappers to keep foxes caught in the warm weather alive, when ble, until the Winter season, for then the fur is prime and consequently much more valuable. From this custom has arisen the modern industry of fur farm- ing. Several other animals are being raised in captivity, notably the mink, raccoon, skunk, marten, fisher, beaver and muskrat, but more important than all of the rest combined is the silver fox. i S Unearth Monster. bones of & hi rio HIAD :us of a huge prehisto: just hed southern edge of the Gobi Desert in- dicate, nymhr Science, that the original ai was as long as the height of the world's tallest building, the 792-foot Woolworth Building in New York. turned around quarters must have traveled a quarter of a mile. m:vmwd. “mexm"' ce, was a ing nose and flaring nostrils, _ «