Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-12-23
HEARD AND SEEN.

Although furnaces may be going at
slow speed these cold days. owing to
the coal shortage. the fires of fun burn
merrily as of old.
There was a fire on Euclid street one
cold morning last week. and when
Cliff Bergman got down to work some
one asked him:
Say, Mr. Bergman. wasn't there
fire on your block this morning."
my place was so cold this morning.
replied Cliff, solemnly. Il don't think
there was any fire in my neighbor-
hood"
He then donated the following to
keep the fun fires burning:
One of Washington's young oFlCers
in training at nearby camp was ASKED
if he didn't find 1t pretty hard 10 set
I'm at i o'clock these cold. cold morn
ings. The young fellow is cavalry
.Oh. I don't mind it so much" replied
the soldier. "but I do hate to get that
poor horse up SO early.
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Residents of the Mount Pleasant sec
ton Of the city have a choral society
all their own in the animals at the zoo.
About 10 o'clock every night ana at o
o'clock every morning. the animals at
the big park begin to tune up. Aeips'
cries, roars, walls, shrieks and an the
other noises wild animals can make as
sail the ears for blocks.
Ioeonle who live near the Zoo nave
grown fond Of the mingled cries of the
animals.
tire each night when they hear the
curfew. as it were.
All summer and fall you hear them,
roaring and crying away in their dens;
You learn to distinguish their voices, ana
can tell the COYOTE from the Sea-lion with
That's the coyote,' you announce with
pride. as the sound Of cheering comes 70
your ear The cry is like that Of small
boys cheering at far-of base ball game
You invite visitors to come and see
you, and await with pleasure their starts
of surprise when n. they hear the animals
'"The animals at the Zoo you an
nounce, with a sort Of proprietary air. as
II ii was some credit to yourself that
you lived near such an aggregation OF
But now You can hear them no more.
And the reason is simple.
The weather is so cold, all the animals
are kept indoors.
Some of these cold nights. if you listen
real hard. you perhaps will hear faint
wall in the distance. That is all.
But spring will swell the chorus again.
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Why not conserve cotton by elimi-
mating the flowing whiskers of count
less camoufage Santa Clauses this
Christmas.
Just think of the thousands of
pounds of perfectly good cotton which
will be used tomorrow night and Christ
mas day to adorn the chins OF good old
Santa Claus!
Far be it from me to destroy one
idol of childhood. l enjoyed Santa
Claus, and still do, but these are war
times, my good sir, and we must con-
serve every ounce of resource.
Times change. anyway, and why
shouldn't Santa Claus?
What" cry the conservative: would
you make Santa Claus-shave.
mo, no, no.' / hasten to cry. Santa
Claus must have his whiskers. But
Yet us conserve cotton. Think of the
dire possibility of those flowing whislS-
ers coming in contact with lighted can
dies. Last year, by careful estimate of
the census bureau, 1887 replicas of
Santa Claus lost their whiskers by rea-
son of lighted candles. Allowing one
half pound of cotton per whisker, this
makes 4.993h pounds Of cotton gone up
in flames.
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