What is the odd dark globe fancy street light in front of the bank? Is this a fire or police call box?

[Police call box. - Dave]

I have to pay one year = 52 weeks every week 50 cent and I get $25 only? Where is my profit?

[50 weeks, not 52. - Dave]

I think D.C. had cable cars, not electric trolleys. That line in the middle would be for the car's cable-gripping apparatus, not an electrical contact.

[These tracks are for electric streetcars. D.C.'s cable cars were replaced by an electric system in the 1890s. - Dave]

the same corner was probably crowded again, but for substantially different reasons.

Did anyone notice the guy emerging from the cellar to watch the ghosts pass by?

Notice the streetcar tracks with the slot in the center for the 3rd rail plow for power pick up.

Overhead trolley wires were not allowed in DC

I love the wise guy hanging out, leaning against the tree without a care in the world!

You can see a man's head on the right near the sidewalk. According to my learned co-worker, he is utilizing a freight elevator.

These drivers could really park in tight spaces!

I like the fact the two clocks, one on what I presume is the Rialto, are very close in time, and someone who appears to be a Louis Abraham was next door to the bank buying gold and diamonds. Finally, I notice the bank was paying 3 percent on Christmas Club. Of course in recent years, banks just simply couldn't do that.

My mom always urged us to join the local bank's Christmas Club as very young kids because even though we received no formal allowance as kids, we could somehow manage to scrape together 50 cents a week and in early December, we would receive our check for $25.00. How wealthy and prosperous we would feel when we received in the mail that official bank check with which to buy gifts for our parents, siblings and best friend. When I think back to how kind the bank tellers were (never annoyed) when we would come in with our coinage and bankbook and how they would take the time to enter our deposit, rubber stamp the page and assure us of how smart we were, we received personal service and attention with no extra charge. With 3% interest on our money that was more than the savings accounts give us today. Ya' really have to wonder where it all went wrong and we got to where we are today. No, I wouldn't want to go backwards, but there was a time when every person mattered, and still the banks made sufficient profits.

is the storm drain inlet in the curb.