Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1915-09-05

| 'Tll try one," he said.
Shouts Of victory went up around
| the board.
Now you're talking~ said Miss
| Chunky.
Those who estimate their own worth
| by self-made measures often are cha
| grined to find how others, not so ap-
preciative, measure them. An instance
occurred the other day in a large Office
down town. In this office many men
are away on their vacations and those
left behind either had their turns at
country or seashore resorts or are con-
templating the same.
Now it happens that a milkman daily
brings his wares to those In the office
who have fondness for the lacteal
fluid. His trade with the men is of sur
prising volume-or rather, measure
But since SO many are on vacations, it
has fallen off a bit of late.
Has vacation time affected your BUSH
ness up here?" asked one busy man,
the other morning.
We'll. you'd be surprised. sir; but
almost five gallons of my customers are
away this week." innocently replied the
milkman.
x X
The wife of the man who found his
Office mates measured by the gallon re-
fountain boy in which milk played an
important part.
She bought one of those confections
surmounted with a billowy layer of
whipped cream. To the feminine taste.
at least, it was really delightful and
was quite as pleasing to the eye to
the palate. The pleased lady could not
help expressing her delight to the
young fellow behind the counter.
rI,1 j
ut ought to be- replied the boy. Il
just whipped it,"
And the lady is still wondering.
The southwest corner of Franklin
Park was the scene. several weeks ago,
of a comedy whose cast of characters
included one small gray kitten up a
tree. a man with a long curtain pole
and an audience.
The kitten was obstinate and would
not come down the pole, the man was
obdurate and insisted that it should
and would, and the audience was APP
preciative.
AT the proper time in the action of
the comedy a hero appeared upon the
scene and suggested that the man, in
stead of trying to coax the kitten out
OF the tree, where it had been all night,
should prod, punch and otherwise jos
tie it down.
The suggestion was acted upon, the
cat was poked out of the tree. the man
went away with his kitten under one
arm and his curtain pole under the
other, the audience departed and the
park was left to darkness and the park
policemen.
ALI this was days ago. But last
week, on one of the few sunshiny aft
ernoons, the man who had suggested
that the kitten be punched out of the
tree found himself once more in the
southwest corner of Franklin Park.
He was watching the street cars go by,
most harmless and innocent amuse-
ment, when a beautiful specimen Of
maltese cat stepped out from behind
some bushes and said:
Mee-yow."
Why, hello, kitty Say, aren't YOU
the same chap who was up a tree here
one day chasing birds? Must have
agreed with you. You're mighty fat"
Indeed. it was fat cat which climbed
upon the bench and proceeded to make
itself at home. 1t doesn't take long for
a kitten to become cat, and the NAL
tese before him had done just that
very stunt since the last time the man
had seen it.
Just then a woman came walking
across the grass.
rs that your catT she asked.
Never saw him but once before in
my life. madam. He's a very nice
ASOIAAhe Sat- soo HSditHy loOklHS.
isn't he sweet? Oh, you fat rascal.
At this the cat jumped down from the
bench and made off across the grass
The man felt like running himself, but
was deferred by the appearance of the
park policeman. rapidly rounding the
hedge.
Get out of here" cried the police
man. throwing handfuls of gravel at
the retreating cat.
The officer seemed to feel that ex-
PLANTATION was necessary
Hes already killed two squirrels to-
day." he declared.
The lady looked properly Mortified
He eats 'er," continued the police
man. IF l ever see him in here again
I'll shoot him."
And he was such a nice looking cat"
sighed the lady.