Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-04-19

I'll fix em yet! You just wait till get my animals
trained. You waltz Then he claps his hands and
hollers, Atkins! Set EN- going!"
A TKINS he stops scrabblin' after the cards and
I starts around the room And say, would you
believe it, on all the tables and mantelpieces was
lot of those toy animals, such as they sell dur1n
the holidays. There was lions and tigers and ee-
plants, little and big, and every last one of EN-
has its head balanced it'll move up and down
to the other and set 'em bobbin'. Them the
mantes want more'n few inches long; but on
the floor, hid behind chairs was some that was life
size One was tiger, made out of a real skim and
when his head goes his jaws open and shut, and his
tail lashes from side to side, natural life. Say,
it weird to watch that collection, all noddin
away together-almost gave you the willies!
Are they all going?" says Bobby.
Yes, sir" says Atkins, standin' attention.
What do you think, eh?" says Bobbie, half
shuttin his pop eyes and starin at me, real foxy.
Great scheme!' says l. Didn't know you
had private ZOO up here. But say, brought
along some one that wants to have little chin with
you.
With that 1 hauls the Reverend Sam to the
front and gives him the nudge to fire away And
say, he's all primed! He begins by givin' Bobbe
a word picture of the Rankin glass works at night
when the helpers are carryin the trays from the
hot room where the blowers work three-hour
shifts, with the mercury at one hundred and twenty,
to the cooln room, where it's like cellar. He
tells him how many helpers there are, how many
hours they work day, and what they get for it. 1t
didn't make yearn for job.
And here, says the Rev Mr.. Hooker, pullin'
the Dummy up by the sleeve, is what happens.
This boy went to work in your glass factory when
he was thirteen. He was red checked, clear eyed,
then, and he had normal brain He held his job
six years. Then he discharged Why! Be-
cause he wasn't of any more He was all in,
the juice sapped out of him. as dry last year S
cornhusk. Look at him Any doubt about his
being used up? And what happened to him is hap
penng to thousands of other boys So have come
here to ask you, Mr.. Rankin, if you proud of
turning out such products? Aren't you ready to
stop hiring thirteen ear-od boys for your works.?
Say, it straight from the shoulder, that talk
hourishes, fine words! And what do you
guess Bobby Brut has to say? Not blamed thing
l doubt if he heard more'n half of it, anyway; for
he's got his eyes set on that pasty face of Dummy
kronacher, and is followin' his motions
THE Dummy amt payin' any attention to the
speech, either. He's got sight of all them animals
with their heads bobbin', and a silly grin spreads
his face. First he sides over to the mantel
and touches up one that was about stopped. Then
he sees another, and starts that off again, and by
the time Hooker is through the Dummy is as busy
and contented as you please, keepin' them tigers
and things movin.
'Well?' says the Reverend Sam.
"Eh?" says Bobby, tearin' his eyes off the Dunn
my. Were you saying something about the glass
works! Beastly bore! l never 60 them. But
say! want that chap over there. l want to hire
him. What's his name?
comm out strong on the first word.