The daily sentinel., 1908-03-30
A DAY DREAM BY THE
BUILDERS.
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Gods administrations of God:
that takes in the rocks. the trees,
the ants, the birds-and man. Dis
cussion covering the progress of man
from the ape is simply detail When
the word detail is used in this
connection, it is not meant as a re-
Election on Mr.. Roosevelt, who is the
embodiment of frankness, candor
and courage gone to seed. Speak
ing of seed, carries me to the top
floor of one of Denver's tall build
ings where roosts a philosopher who
is kind enough to allow outsiders to
occasionally disturb his meditations
and break in with the worldly things
that rasp. Outside his office win
dow, on the sill, is a cigar box full
OF bird seed and a bowl of water
He calls it his ''soup house." and in
his idle momSnts he watches the
little red-headed house finches help
ing themselves to all the comforts
of home. Il don't know where the
little fellows sleep, but l hope they
sleep in comfort" said he as he re-
filled the box on the sill with seed,
while flock of saucy little finches
sat on telephone wire not far dis
tant and jabbered away in bird talk
about the law of supply and demand.
When he closed the window he said
Now watch the little devils get
something for nothing-watch them
swear, scrap and pull hair-just like
a lot of women at bargain counter
sale. Notice that chesty little cuss-
how he tries to. take up all the room
on the edge of the box. He reminds
me of human beings l know who
claim to be human, but who ought
to become cobblers, because all they
would have to do to get bristle
waxed end would be to reach around
to their backs and pull one. Look
at that timid little fellow hanging
back while he longs intensely for a
crack at that supply of seed in the
box-isnt the expression on his face
pitiful? He is a politician out of
job.
He would try to reach the seed.
but that big chesty red-headed fell
low says, Keep your place until
your superiors have had their FILL"
Isn't that life? Doesn't it remind
tical bosses backed up by an admin
istration pulp" Great study! 1
love to watch that little gang of
pirates. It's a study in nature, sure
There's Tom Patterson with a black
eye. He sits on the edge of the sill
and tries to boss the situation. That
big red-headed fellow sitting Off
there on the telephone wire with a
lot of female finches (all voters) is
Bob Speer, and he is planning a
coup on Tom, and it won't be a hem
coop. either, I fancy-just watch
Just then there was flutter of
many wings-a general mixup of ex-
cited binds and the tail feathers of
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The eager, greedy, victorious little
cusses lit into the box of bird seed
and it certainly was a joy to watch
them get busy and help themselves.
Bob looked on complacently and
seemed to say, "pitch in. boys and
girls. Tom is on the run, but nobody
can tell what he will do and he may
betray his own kind and make up
with flock of sparrows and come
back and give us battle"
YES" soliloquized the philoso-
pher, "those little fellows are just
as human as We are. and l might
ing to get something for nothing and
get 1t first; and. as they get used to
the situation they set up howl just
like lot of hungry party heelers, if
the seed box gets low. They seem
to think it my especial duty to blow
30 cents week for bird seed and
see to it that a bowl of fresh water
is on the sill every morning. There.
watch that fight now going on" said
he, calling attention to new riot
that had just started on the sill.
There is Tom back with lot of
sparrows-I call them Hartman.
Gompers & Co.-watch 'em. Ha! hal
There goes Tom again with more of
tail feathers pulled out and his gang
of sparrows following him, while
Bob and his crowd are cheering his
ignominious flight. Is it study in
human nature? Well, l guess yes,
and those little finches are my
friends, even if they do swear at me
when l forget to feed them l won
der if dreams come Denver
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