New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-12-24
Salvation Girls Get Many
Questions, but Little
Real Money.
MAN WHO COMES OUT
OF WEST GIVES 500
Rescue of Goose Brings l3-Cent
Gift from Grateful
Woman.
By BLANCHE BRACE.

II isn't exactly a matter OF snatcnihs
the candy from the baby's mouth to
separate the Fifth Avenue passersby
from their dollars and dimes.
TRIPOD in hand. tambourine rafting
feebly, my heart in my mouth, did 1t
afternoon as one of the Little
Red Ridinghoods of the Salvation Army
money for Christmas din
ners. And | felt rs if the wolf had got
ten me already as glanced past the
furs and the orchids and through the
lorgnettes into the glazed eyes Of the
frenzied holiday shoppers, whom must
induce to pause for charity.
What dreadfully sharp teeth you've
got!" | murmured to myself
Keep the pot boiling!" I urged them,
out loud. At least | meant to. for Cap
tain Z. J. Brausfeld had told me that
It would be perfectly easy il would
keep talking all the time. But said
burning instead of boiling at my
first attempt, breaking the ice with the
surplus heat and getting my first quar-
ter.
YOU'D made a great wife. If that's
the way you cook" remarked the man
who slipped it into the pot.
My first stand was on Madison Ave-
nue. and Forty Street, just on
the spot where Mrs. May Terrell had
been given 800 bill the day before
for her politeness in helping woman
into her cab. | thought | would try
that, too, and assduously eyed every
vehicle, my fell intent thwarted always
by servants too well trained. SO far
from being deluged with 500 bills, be-
gan to understand that | must screech
energetically for dimes.
Help the poor to q Christmas din
nerl" | said to the men who looked
we'll fed, and "Give the children a
Christmas!" 70 the women / thought
were mothers. Sometimes it worked,
and oftener il didn't
Near Invitation to Lunch.
"say, grille, drop that tripod and
come on out 70 lunch" said big man,
experimentally.
"Help the poor to a Christmas din
ner," ] returned automatically. He
"f'm the inspector from Salvation
Army headquarters" he said. Get
ting along all right"
When he rad gone, a gray haired,
motherly looking woman came up, pat
ted my arm, said had done exactly
right, and put in so cents. I'm afraid
that she hadn't quite gathered that he
was the inspector.
On Fifth Avenue my experiences
were varied People asked me almost
as many questions as II had been a
traffic policeman. without contributing
anything. Presently I helped rescue
an escaping goose for a bareheaded
woman. with shawl around her
shoulders. and she put in 10 cents.
hope it wasn't the cranberry sauce
that she was giving.
81 got it by being friendly and smil-
ing" said tall. good LOOKING Ms Ber-
tina Travis who had iu~t taken in an
other ero0 hill NJ Fifh Avenue md
Fo-tv-fFth Street For while = ont
did The famed Cheshire cat. with No
ro-. while wisr Alexander took u
tho third s'00. = VS. q mere accidcn
I'm. ~ave ne 'he newt largest co.'cc-
.io- - the lav
"warrn weather for Christmas" O.
hic bored looking man saii, thought 3
fully regarding q number ~ small
coins m - hard
"The Wind we have ont wrs'," ' 70
turned -,
are Won from .hc Wet 60 ar1 T."
he said putting tho coins hack in his
rocket, ard sl'nri7c = shiny. bigger one
INTO tho rot Who0 he Rcd zone
roked Il cautiously With pencil, but
II remained . go gold piece.
Boy Gives His Mite.
The contribution ! liked best was
that of a round, grieyed looking little
boy. about six years old. who regarded
one quarter, one dime and two pennies
fxedly for a moment and then slipped
them sadly through the holes.
81 saved 'em myself" he conided.
Life wasn't entirely made UP OF such
rosy little incidents. The world
seemed full Of csnny persons, who
looked on in friendly interest FOR
fifteen minutes, engaged you in con-
versation, smiled, put their hands into
their pockets, drew forth their watches,
looked at the time, and fastened away.
Women who were with men never con-
tributed. and men seemed for the most
mart more charitable than the feminine
part Of the psssersby But the general
attitude Of the public was decidedly
friendly, sometimes embarrassingly so,
as when police officers called you my
dear" or other Salvation Army work
ers, real ones, hailed you as Sister"
Little by little ! became really en-
thusiastic about the game OF getting
Christmas dinner money from the Firth
Avenue crowds. Reluctantly ! left,
with a lame tripod arm, a sore throat,
a hoarse screech, and real Tiny Tim