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Drummond Ayres Jr. To preserve these articles as they originally appeared, The Times does not alter, edit or update them. Occasionally the digitization process introduces transcription errors or other problems; we are continuing to work to improve these archived versions. By Mao's standards, it did not qualify as a Long March. But Mao never tried to hike a couple of miles in translucent three-inch spike-heeled shoes and a thigh-high leather miniskirt spangled with glitter beads.
Here's what happened: About A. Tuesday, the Washington police, once again, began rounding up the prostitutes who cruise the Thomas Circle area, mainly on 14th Street, about half a mile northeast of the White House.
The nation's capital does not have a particularly bad problem with prostitution, but now and again the 14th Street scene becomes too blatant, too embarrassing, and the police move in.
A Roundup of Sorts On this night, however, things would be different in the tenderloin. No handcuffs. No paddywagons. No pointy-shoed pimps and out-of-town customers indignantly pleading innocence. On this night there would be only a march to the edge of town, just like in the Wild West.
Get out. By sunup. The police snared about two dozen women, and they were ordered to fall in, single file. Then the march began, down 14th Street, through the darkened business district, past City Hall, across the Mall, on and on until, after more than a mile and a half of grumbling and stumbling, a bridge over the Potomac loomed and beyond the shores of a new jurisdiction, the Commonwealth of Virginia. In truth, the long spangled line never made it to Virginia.