The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1912-04-05
CLEANING Up week
N WEST ORANGE
Many Women Work Enthusias-
tically in Yards and
Vacant Lots.
MEN DO TIE LOOKING ON
Many Barrels Of Rubbish Collected
and One Very Dead Cat Buried
Not Too Deep.

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lot back Of the Municipal Hall in Wes,
Orange yesterday morning. And around
the bending neck Of one hung a set o
Russian sables; upon the hands OF another
were pair Of chamois gloves. and the
third held silver mesh purse In the
one hand. while with the other she pecked
ut the ground with a spade. little
way from the three moved two others
through the smoke OF lively fire.
| Came one who inquired Of sector
Of the male population Of West Orange
hung along the fence:
sWhat mean these rites? Ia some
esoteric incarnation under way? Are
the Menads returned with the sprirg!'
SO right away the man who had copy
Of the latest weekly magazine In his
pocket knew that he was talking to
newspaper reporter. and he said slowly:
THAT amt no incarnation. That's
dead cat
And to he sure II was a cat and abso-
lutely defunct that these women were
burying.
They explained, smoke wreathed. II
seemed that this IL cleanup week. in
the Oranges The West Orange Improve
ment League ("Kerchoo! This smoke
does get into ones throat. doesn't t!)'
Of which Mrs. James Minor Maghee
(-Archow! shouldn't we move around to
the other side Of the fre?') ia acting
president and Mrs. Simeon II. Robinson
secretary. with Mrs. Francis NJ. Epply
and Miss Elizsbeth Parker acting on
the COMMITTEES CT know. dear. but can
you just Kick the horrid thing in with
your foot?') decided to get out with their
old things on and show the men just
how clean the town can be made IL every
thing il picked up cor course it does
WHY, it was run over by Jim Lawless't e
butcher wagon \ week ago at least },
and they decided TO start in right next tC
the Municipal Hall where untidy folk
have been accustomed to leave old per-
ambulators and tin cans and shoe horns
and Belgian hares and things.
They began yesterday morning by
getting James Mcintyre to follow around
after them with his cart aud collect What
they gathered up. ('But, my dear. II
must be buried deeper than that. you
know. Hee chee! the wind seems to have
changed again.-) What they could burn
up they were burning and what could be
buried they were burying and a. for the
rest. why. Mayor Samuel A. Muta had
issued q proclamation that during the
cleanup week everything that the women
cleaned up would 6e taken away at the
city's expense to Dump A ~ the Ioot o'
North Twenty-third street.
All yesterday morning the women
worked while the men looked on and
learned their lesson. There we're -four
barrels Of ecavenging standing in front
of the Municipal Hall by o'clock in the
three trips. The women hope to finish
their work by tomorrow by working
this afternoon, but II there II even faint
suspicion Of q can left they will 60 on
ne 1t week.
And a. the omen toiled and the men ap-
plauded there were but two notes Of cynic-
ism. two rifted flute notes to mar the har-
monv of it all. One was blown by Xenophor
Lon9fellow Pitt. Billy Maxwells famous
goat, who gazed with reproachful eyes
upon the removal Of his favorite trees
and the other within the deep shadowed
portals of the Twenty third police pre-.
cinct; which y behind the @ Ersen lamp I =
man O'Tooie. who had just finished roll
Troll call Lieut. o'Toole-Patrick J
O'Toole.
Lieutenant-Y You're assigned to house
duty.
Patrolman-Yee air
looked from the seat Of the scornful upor
the adjacent labors.
1T seems to me-" said he. that III
james Mcintyre is doing all the wurrk."
| But upon investigation II developed
that among other things (.Of course yo'
can still see bit of it's tail. but one can
be digging all day. can one?') discovered
! in that vacant lot were sundry cigar butt
and curiously enough they we're all be
meath the open window of the Twenty
third precinct police station.