Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-01-07

luhhy gen III nOW-ne
so it's safe TO bring the champeen home
| huh?"
"Yassir. Nanny say it's safer"
whats wrong with Aunt Taldy?'
Amt nothin' wrong wild Aunt Tidy. but
her husb'n, he got laid off fun de fillytra-
ton plant yesty mawnn-"
The stout gentleman laughed out with
| boisterousneSs that suggested that he, too.
might be accustomed to the country-and
Plymouth Rock hens. The boys grin widen
ed in so much black sunshine and dazzling
teeth, but no son OF Chesterfield could have
surpassed the pohteness with which he &C
copied the coin that brought the interview
to an end.
A big, blue policeman stood with his back
against an awning pole in ID street while
another big, blue policeman pred his lids
apart and blew into his eye An ordinary
man may stand on the pavement and have
specks blown from his eye without attract
ing commotion, but with policeman 1t
Is different
A batch of rag-tag youngsters who We're
watching the operation felt bound to take
advantage of so Irresistible an opportunity
to divert themselves at the expense of the
law. The dirtiest boy, with the biggest hole
in his stockings. screeched out with great
theatrical ability:
.Po-leece! Po-leece! Somebody's swiped
me goldwatch' n chain Then his melo-
dramatic brain evolved situation worth
Ter OF his talent
Say, fellers let's play thief I'm run
are after me. hot an heavy. hollerin stop.
thief-stop thief-jes' ike that. Now gimme
q start"
The little rascal got his start. all right
but no yeils followed his flying brogans over
the asphalt.
The reason was very simple. The speck
was out OF the policeman's eye.
A funeral was passing.
A man and woman who We're hurrying
down 18th street toward the treasury stop
ped at the curb to let the hearse go by.
Then the man started forward. when the
woman held him back by his arm.
why, John Blank! Is that all the
spect you have for the dead? I'm surprised
at YOU,
John Blank didn't enjoy being stopped.
I've got as much respect as the next one.
but I've also got to get TO the Office on
time. The hearse and nnourners have pass
ed-come on"
Indeed. just wont. then! You know
very well that it's bad luck to cross a
funeral"
"Itll be worse luck II lose my job. If
you choose to walt until that long string
era wis by, you are welcome to do II, but
II is five minutes to o, and I'm of-S'long!'
He walked SO leisurely through the space
made by the far-between hacks that he
could not possibly have helped hearing her
call after him:
You mean, hateful thing, your
And If Poor Richard, the proverb gentle
another woman-he would doubtless have
added to his collection something like this:
Don't give all your respect for the dead.
who don't want II. Save some for your
self"
woman was standing at a second-story
window Ringing Christmas wreaths down
into her back yard. She was shying them
at dirty white tom cat
Her action attracted the attention OF two
men who were walking on the other side
Of her low palings one of whom said:
That's sight don't like TO see. To my
mind Christmas emblem Is SO Identified
with the sacredness Of the day that 1t
ought to be burned, like an old love letter.
Or
Nonsense! You are too womanish in
your sentiments old man..
And as they walked or, the woman aimed
her last wreath at the cat-and hit him.