Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-07-26

Both women shrugged their shoulders and
one answered. Heavens! Don't ask me;
l haven't got my boot: with me-
III 1t had been a romantic soldier who
had been hurt fighting for his country
| and all that hero stuff, they would prob
ably have even rushed home for the book,
| II the mind was too blank to carry any
| memory of what should be done but the
| patient being a small unknown boy de-
cided the case for them at once. They
would not even go to look at the child
and try TO help the poor clerk, Strange
charity that, which allows the present
| opportunity to pass.
CHILDREN are an unending source of
~ joy, aren't they? Did you ever have
| pet donkey when you were a kddie? /
once knew little girl who had one and
she named him James Whitcomb Riley
| You know they have long, soft, fuzzy
ears and mild brown eyes (the donkeys
not the little girls). and they look so
docile. Oh, yes; they look meek and mild
but they're not. All the time they are
cooking up some deviltry to do to you,
whether it is to dump you suddenly at
| the foot of hill or make a wild dash
for the backyard where your mothers
best hollyhocks are planted or where
Susan has just hung up the freshly
washed clothes and has not counted on
you and, let us say. James Whitcomb"
parading right through them
Well speaking Of burros, heard re.
| Gently of a little girl-oh, such dear
little one, who had been suffering dread
fully with whooping cough. For weeks
and weeks she whooped if you looked at
her and she did it when you didn't look
at her. She whooped at night and all
day, too, poor little soul, much to the dis
comfiture of the neighbors and it is need
less to say that her sufferings made a
great impression on her.
One day when her birthday came
around and her father and mother gave
her dear little soft donkey for her very
arms around the animal, who responded
to the caresses by hee-hawing in the most
approved donkey fashion.
"Oh," said the little girl graspng the
situation at once, "The poor donkey's got
the whouping cough, too"
NTATRIMONY has struck the Conger
4N1 family for fair, hasn't it? There was
Katherine, who married Frank Clark last
month, and now sack Conger and Kath-
crime Hare have decided upon a wedding
date and they will plight their troth on
October 6. Katherine and Jack have been
engaged a couple of years and are muchly
in love- She is a daughter of the Robert
Emott Hares, of STAFFORD you know, and
: a sister of Phyllis Yarrow, Emlen and
Rene Hare.
Jack is the youngest of the three Con-
ger boys, Dick and Arthur being several
} wears older. He has a younger sister
t Helen, and two married sisters. Maidie
, and Katherine. His father is the Rev
, Arthur B. Conger, or Villanova, and his
| mother who died a number of years ago
Q was Miss Stockton, granddaughter OF
, the late Commodore Stockton.
TIME news which came to us this weel
, -
| Cornelius Stevenson is very interesting
I IN that 1t tells us that her son York;
o has been promoted to the rank of Firs
. Lieutenant in the French army and tina
a in the future he will command Sectior
}. / of the American Ambulance. e., In thi
q work he succeeds the late Benjamin
1 Woodwork. of Germantown, who wa
K killed recently while making a fight II
e an airplane with friend.
e Yorke has many friends In this. hi
home city, and they will be heartily gla'
g of this recognition of the good work h
s has done In the Ambulance Corps for al
k most a year. He went over there u
n March of 1916. you know. and came bac
o late last summer, to return after fey
|. months to the front. His accounts n
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