Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-02-18

always, there were
experiments going on in the army, and one of
the most disagreeable was an addition to the
weight OF the equipment of each soldier in the
shape of a package of first aid to the in
jured,7 a sort of amateur surgeons kit, and
also an emergency ration, to be used only
in case the soldier was far from supplies
One of the younger officers, who knew
General Weston quite well, made protest.
See here, General!' he said This addition
to the equipment of the men in this hot eli
mate is all wrong. We ought to make it
lighter, instead of heavier. Besides, there
is not one man OF a thousand in a whole year
who will want either the first aid to the
injured or the emergency ration"
you are absolutely right about it, my
son, replied Weston; "but, as long as there
is a doctor at the head of the division, and
a commissary at the head of the department,
YOU won't make any Roadway complaining
about extra medical supplies and rations.'
PROFESSOR o. H. TITTMANN, chief of
= the Coast and Geodetic Survey, has a
picture that has history. 1t was painted
years ago by young man who was on a sur
veying trip with Tittmann in the West 1t is
crude in the extreme, the daub of an anna
teur; but Tittmann kept it because it repre-
was very fond.
a short time ago the painter, now ia
nous artist living in Paris was in Washing
ton, and Tittmann told him of the picture
The artist asked to see it, and it was brought
from storage room. After gazing at it for
a few moments, the artist said
THAT has merit. | am not ashamed of it
as an early effort. III put my name to it,
And he did.
AS it has the Endorsement of one of the
great artists of the day, can afford to have
it in my roon,' remarked Tittn1ann apollo
getically.
PROFESSOR WILLIS MOORE, chief Of
= the Weather Bureau, enjoys joke on
himself as well as when it is on the other fell
low, and tells with new appreciation of an
encounter he had with an umbrella member
in small town in Illinois, Having an hour
to while away till traintime, Mr.. Moore
strolled down the street and, passing bat
tered and seedy looking fellow mending UNI
brellas, stopped to chat with him. The talk
turned on politics, and the old fellow proved
to be an ardent Bryanite. Quite crowd
collected as the discussion went on, and sew
eral times in the sallies and retorts that
passed between them Mr.. Moore got the
laugh on the umbrella member
1t was cold, raw day, "and suddenly"
said Mr.. Moore, "the thought came to me,
Here am ,, we'll clothed, we'll fed, prosperous,
making sport out of this poor old derelict for
a lot of idle bystanders! And he began to
think how he could square himself. Renem-
bering that there was little rip in his UNI
brella, he asked if it could be repaired With
out a word the man took it, threaded his
needle and, taking the few necessary stitches,
handed it back.
How rnuch?' asked Moore, knowing that
the job was worth not more than nickel.
twenty-five CENTS replied the man,
looking him squarely in the eye
Sr1ilingly Moore went into his pocket and
handed out the quarter, saying good humor-
edlv, you made mistake, my man: you
could have got seventy-tive cents out of me
as easily as twenty-five.
The umbrella member silently looked him
over from head to toe; then, turning to the
crowd impressively, 1--WE travelled from
New York to San Francisco, and from
Mobile to Duluth, and l know seventy
five-cent gent when see him.
l0NLY those who recall that the political
differences between Senator Bailey of
Texas and William ]. Bryan of Nebraska
are as wide as the ocean, and that their per-
sonal relations have never been agreeable,
can fully appreciate this story. 1t may be