The Washington herald., 1918-01-08

New York. Jan. Up at the
american Museum of Natural His
tory, where some of the dustiest
animals of all times dwell and fail
to rear. there has come one moro
pus. a creature of infinite jest and
parts. The moropus is twice as
twice as large as a lessopus and
does its prehistoric best to be the
whole blamed menagerie.
Attendants at the mcuseum went
so far as to say. We'll! WELL" when
this old beast arrived. Those who
have met the attendants will real
ize that any such unseemly demon
stration can be produced only by a
big league animal Person WHO be-
long to archaeological societies
and there are such-aTe as familiar
with the moropus as he will permit
them to get, but the ordinary citi-
/ zen. of whom there is quite a group.
will have to be taken over the new
exhibit with care and discretion.
At the outset. let it be under
stood that the moropus is a COmbi-
nation of the horse, rhinoSceros.
camel, and giraffe That would
seem to be enough for one hard
working quadruped. but along with
that wild assortment of makeups.
, he has a set Of feet which have no
part in any animal picture.
His feet are not mates to begin
with. and instead of having hoofs
( like any other self-respecting her
bivorous animal, he has claws like
fat eagle with fallen arches.
The great creature stands with
! one foot elevated and is looking
off into the distance with bored IN
difference. It is a giant in size
and it's build is one of the most un-
speakable within four scientific
walls or elsewhere.
1t is about the size OF rhinosce-
! ros and its head and neck resem-
BILE those of the horse. 1t is round
shouldered to the last degree like
the tapir, and its legs although
bowed and ponderous are very long.
| The teeth show that the big won
der has browsed upon vegetation
| and has used no toothbrush. His
| feet are and remain a scientific
| mystery.
The feet prove that the moropus
was built to attack and was a
well-known Hun among the animals
! of his period or semi-colon. To be
brief-the moropus is some beast.
Every New Yorker knows the clock
in Madison Square tower. Sunday
writer's have written about it, and
it has even broken into the maEa-
zines, but as yet il had never been
the inspiration for a poem until
Washington Square serious think er
turned the trick. Here is his poem
and isn't it cute?
Clock like an octopus Gagged in a wall,
What story have you to tell?
Clock that burrows the years slkc
an awl,
What's the time in Heaven and
He'll?
Edna Ferber recently wrote one of
her best stories about a newsstand
girl in a New York hotel who was
/ formerly an actress. The young ac-
| tress was vacationing at Long Beach
one holiday and was the life of he
party. She started into the ocean with
the cry: so this is Paris"'
Ten minutes later they brought her
out, crippled for fife. A derelict
log had crushed one leg beyond sur
| gical repair. The other day 1 saw
Miss Ferber give the newsstand girl
a copy of the magazine containing
the article. And 1 idled by to watch
her read it.
As she read. tears filled her eyes
and at last she dropped the maga-
zine at her side with a tragic sob
A few minutes later she was her.
self again. passing out good-natured
humor with sales. The incident was
one o. Henry could have weavcd
into another story as interesting al
the one Miss Ferber wrote.