Evening star., 1909-01-24
Around the City


front and in his mouth was pipe that
must have belonged to the man. AS
dog he wasn't worth second glance
and the pipe, with it's common bowl and
cocked-up stem, wasn't worth the first.
Combined they made a free show which,
from the dogs point of view. was howl
ing success Every passerby paused to
grin and calculate. People In store
doors called to others inside to come
out and take a look. and. at one point.
contribute more than their fair share Of
chuckles.
And in the midst of the long line Of
excitement the dog trotted sedately with
the pipe in his mouth.
But on the mans face was the COM
placency of one who Is tasting fame.
Two women were waiting at the foot
Of an elevator shaft. They must have
they entered the cage the one to whom
nature had been rather unfair in the
way of features continued her remarks:
And / don't believe, either, that good
deeds always shine out in ones eyes!
Why, last night l had 70 tramp home in
all that snow because 1 had given my
last cent to a poor old soul who was
hungry-and as 1 took down my hair
the glass, i looked SO like a cheap cast OF
Medusa-marked down..
The other woman. who had somehow,
achieved the hipless effect. though she
had two chins and third coming, differ
ed in her views.
"You must have had an interested
motive Now. l find that true nobility
always irradiates the cOuntenance, as If
with beautiful inward light. The trou-
BILE with you is that you give your money
but not yourself"
And do you give yourself?"
:.Well, my dear, not that / want to
praise my own deeds, but since you have
asked me, why. yes. certainly, l always
Then that accounts for it! I've been
| wondering what you have done with your
fat
And the one man passenger felt that it
was cruel moment to have to get out.
They were looking at a statue. 1t was
an equestrian statue; the bronze man
and horse mounted on a granite pedestal
drippings and banked at the base with
| melting snow.
wonder why they put that sort of
| man on that sort of horse?' exclaimed
the one in the heavy overcoat with the
collar turned up to his ears.
Cant you read?" snapped the one
in the directoire that showed a white
lace blouse.
"Oh. 1 can read. all right. The thing
I'm wanting to know is why they should
| put a soldier on a race horse?"
1T isn't a race horse: It's a war
steed. If ! was you I'd have more
| patriotism. I'm sure I'm grateful to
! a general who won all the battles he
| did
"Oh, let up Nell. I'm just talking
about the foolishness of the sculptor
putting a big chunk OF a fellow like that
| on a slim horse that calls for a
Jockey
That's war horse, tell YOU
Never in this world"
well, then, if you are so smart why
| don't you make better statue right
now-huh? You are always finding fault
! with the things other people do and
| never doing anything yourself Bring
| ing me here in all this slush--''
We'll. ] told you to put on your over
shoes, and I'm not finding fault. either.
| The mans all right and the horse is
all right I'm just saying they don't
| go together
"Oh, you are always so clever! l
guess the man who made the monument
knew what he was about! I'm tired
and sick of you! Come along out OF
| the wet!'
| The person who overheard tried to
see if the directoire and lace wore a
wedding ring. but you can't tell when
! the hand is inside a muff.
But she was most sure the ring was
there.
| A batch of small boys were coasting
down that hill near the Chinese legation.
Another small boy stood on a snow
| bank and watched them.
| AS a red cutter flashed down and
bumped against the bank its occupant
yelled out
Hello. Johnny. where's your sled?'
| Il amt got it no more. Mamma made
me sell it for the quakers."
| What auakers-huh?'
| Them Red Cross ones that Sis had a
| fair for. Mamma said there wasn't goin'
to be no more snow. an Billy he said
| there wasn't goin' to be no more snow.
neither an he paid me a quarter. an
mamma turned aroun' an give it TO the
man for putin in coal"
| To give up a priced possession for a
| cause he could not grasp. to be deceived
by his chum and swindled by his mother
| is something for a child to remember.
And it, In some far-ahead day. A boys
| resentment should develop into the life
long cynicism of man, who would have
the right to blame him?
| Not his mother, for one.