Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-03-27
EVENING CHAT


the Board of Trade building. There
is one big reason. Bob Magee STANDS
in the way. If you know Bob al
doubts as to the reason being big are
removed.
The pigeons long ago were found to
be a nuisance. During the life OF
Boy" Russ they held forth at Market
Square and Market street. The pige-
ons received three meals each day
Sunday and week days. Following the
death of Mr.. Russ, the pigeons moved
up to the Board of Trade building
I"Bob" Magee is now the guardian ot
the birds.
Three times each day Bob" is out
with a pocketful of wheat or other
grain. Sometimes he has bread, and
other times an apple or other iruil'
The pigeons know the time for meals
and they are waiting when Mr. Ma
gee makes his appearance from the
Stanley apartments, of which he is the
manager.
The pigeons flock all over Mr.. Ma
gee, get into his pockets and eat tnelr
contents. Bob" Magee said before
Boy Russ died, Boy, when you go
will see that those pigeons do not
want for ANYTHING" Magee is keeping
his word. The pigeons roost on the
Board of Trade building while waiting
| for meals. Colonel Hutchison says
there will be no more powder ana shot
wasted in efforts to drive them away.
This is the way a capable young
newspaperman sizes up his job: THE
general public little realizes what snags
newspaper reporters often run against
in getting news and how the diplo-
matte skill of highly paid officials and
business men must be used TO throw
a man off the track. Among this class
of genial evaders in Harrisburg Is
oil In Of
poration, a man who is at the same
time the delight and the terror of
cub reporter. When this man is asked
a question regarding a matter ne is
reluctant to have in the papers he first
pulls out a cigar for the reporter and
hands him a chair and asks him to
state more plainly just what infor-
nation he desires. He appears in
deep study and gazes profoundly out
the window, then suddenly laughs and
begins telling about an old lady he
knows who is deeply interested in war
relief. There's a real philanthropist,"
he says; "she has knit ten dozen socks
for the Belgians since the war began
and never gets tired. There's story
for you, now, young man, why don't
you write that up and get some pic
lures with your story? That would
interest thousands of readers But
how about this story I was asking you
about?" interrupts the reporter. "E1a,
ha' is the reply, 81 guess there isn't
much of story in that to-day"
The story of small boys hardships
was told in q local moving picture
theater last week. The boy here had
been dragged into scrape by other
boys and served time in jail. The
pictures showed kindhearted warden
and wife, the smell boy living like
king, while in jail
I'D go to Jail every day, if I got
that much to eat" remarked one boy
in the audience. "They don't give you
anything like that to eat in Harris
burg JAIL" he added.
How do you know" asked a COM
panion. Was you ever in jail?"
"Of course 1 was. That's how 1
know"
well, so was I. but l was in York
Jail. They give you ice cream and
pie every other night down at York"
THAT amt right" spoke up third
boy. you don't go to Jail to eat, but
to be punished. Eating pie and ice
cream amt punishment"
To safeguard the big plate glass
show windows of the stores and other
business places on the eastern side of
South Second street between Market
Square and Chestnut streets, William
Opperman, the sewer contractor, who
| is constructing the sewer in South
Second street has hit upon a new, but
effective plan to sidetrack flying clods
of earth and bits of asphalt. From
the Square to Chestnut street Mr. Op-
perman has erected a siX-foot, tight
board fence a few feet back from the
curb Against this the laborers in the
street can safely throw their shovel
fuls of asphalt and earth. That's why
the eastern side of the street looks
much like one side of baseball dia-
mond.
Only a few days ago one of the
! young assistants to City Forester
| Harry J. Mueller found a squirrels
nest in the top of a tree in Harris
Park. Now they're all hunting for a
screech OWLS nest. The weird chort-
ling of the owl has been heard from
time to time o'nights for the last sew
eral weeks and the foresters have been
| told that somewhere in the tall tree
tops the maker of the noises is hiding
| by day with his family. That's why
every hollow knot or branch in the ex-
treme heights is being sawed away
with more than ordinary care. The
lforesters want to save that owls nest.
| Among visitors to the city during
| the week was w. f. Penn, head of
the State reformatory at Morganza.
He was here on legislative matters.