Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-11-15

the first time they are smitten by heavy
blast.
Nor do his troubles end even with the
ceaseless picking up of the "bee-e-eeauti-
full, he-e-e-e-eautifur' leaves. His sec
ton boss crticises him. The public
spirited citizen signing himself 'vox
populi," or words to that effect, writes
long and bitter criticisms to the Com
missioners. the local contractor has
things told to him. and the street cleaner.
as result of all this. is informed that
he is not what the company expected he
was. and that he will have to improve
or seek another position. And all the
time he is risking pneumonia and inflam-
matory rheumatism by groveling in the
icy. wet streets and trying to pick up
leaves that seem to have a cemented
friendship with the asphalt that only dy-
Mantle can sever.
The Commissioners only recently COM
planned to the contractor that they had
been saddened and surprised by behold
ing in the city beautiful. huge piles Of
leaves lettering on street corners in a
manner that would warrant their arrest
for vagrancy. This will not do, they
said (the Commissioners are doing the
talking, not the leaves) and if the con-
tractor in charge cannot cope with the
eXigencies of the situation they will at
tend to it themselves, or words to that
effect
Shortly before this a warm-hearted citi-
zen wrote a letter that was classic as
to sarcasm regarding the condition Of
the city's leaves. He said that en- arising
one morning he CHANGED to look out of
the window and for moment supposed
that during the night he had been carried
to a strange house while asleep. He be-
came worried, he said, and ran madly
downstairs and looked at his street num-
Der. This appeared to be all right. He
galloped to the corner of the block and
consulted the lamp post. This also led
him to believe that he had wakened in
the same house he had gone to sleep In.
He was about to yell for a physician
when the truth came to him. pile of
leaves. six feet high. which had been
resting on the opposite side of the street.
had been removed the night before. and
the consequent baroness was the cause
of his amaZement when he looked out.
Not long ago person whose youth JUS
titled a commendable effort to gain wis
dom started out on a cold, wet, rainy
day to talk to the humble street cleaners.
He was anxious to learn whether the
white wings had enough poetry in their
souls to appreciate the beauties of the
invigorating fall: whether they belonged
to the class of Bohemian rovers who sang
Il love the weather in all of it's moods,
for a lover of nature am T., or some
thing equally tasteful and in keeping with
The first white wing" approached by
the Searcher After Light did not seem
to notice his presence. He seemed to
be blissfully ignorant of the existence
of all things save single piece of paper
he was industriously chasing up the
street. The Searcher After Light hailed
him.
What do you think of your job?" he
asked as the white wing turned from his
pursuit of the paper
The white wing" eyed him suspiciously.
Say. man. is you tryin' to kid me?"
he demanded.
The Searcher After Light explained
that he was searcher after light, and
begged the white wing to utter few
sentiments for the press. The white wing"
uttered few sentiments, but they were
not for the press. The press could not
use them. They were too whole-souled.
"Yassuh." grunted the white wing"
dish yeah is de mos fiamniverous job
All done evan got. Abs BACKED shoes
foah a livin; Abs pushed rag cuyaht;