Evening star., 1918-01-13
HEARD AND SEEN.

splotching the landscape for yards
| around.
words.
| If that sounds like a nature fake, lis
ten to this:
| Reginald Rutherford has q mouse
story that beats a carnivorous rodent
| all hollow. For mouse to be so ma
| terial-minded as to steal bacon per-
| hans lis not so unusual. 1t showed good
taste in securing its bacon cooked. But
| for mouse to be of an artistic nature
| is quite another thing.
! Rutherford swears to it. He works
in the Union Trust Company. and last
| week was made assistant treasurer,
and people who work in banks have got
! to be honest. He's a champion canoe
paddler on the Potomac in the summer,
and when a man is used to the brlgnt
| sun and the clear water he is not in
| the habit Of making up stories on poor
mice.
| Rutherford lives on Lanier place. too.
Residents of that street have to be able
| to steer clear and truthful course
| through life in order to pronounce the
name of their street correctly. If you
say it with the accent on the last syl-
liable, the saleswortlan will say, oh,
otter the latter fashion the correction
will come, "Oh, Lan-ear placer
All these considerations will estab-
lish in-the fair mind the absolute truth
of Rutherford'S statements concerning
his famous mouse.
Twas an esthetic mouse, a mouse
given to higher things. evidently. than
cheese and crackers. 1t did not preach
to it's children, Eat and be merry, Tor
tomorrow the trap gets us"
1t was a native of Maryland
Rutherford happened to be visiting
Maryland town that summer. He had
gone TO bed, when a strange sound
came from the window sill.
Gee, crickets," said Rutherford.
He flashed pocket electric light on
the spot from whence the sound seemed
to come, but saw no crickets
The noise ceased. 1t seemed like the
night before Christmas, when all
through the house not a creature was
stirring, not even mouse.
Chirp! Chirp!
1--WE always heard about crickets on
the hearth, and here's my chance to see
one. I'll sneak up on it-"s
He deployed out of bed toward the
window.
Roosevelt doesn't have to read this.
There on the window sill Rutherford
saw-a mouse.
Sure!
The mouse was singing nlerrily away.
"Chirp, chirp, ehirp," sang the mouse.
Rutherford says 1T chirped a regular
tune for an hour, much after the fash
ion of Indian torn-tom music, ITS mo-
notonous but sweet sound lulling him
to pleasant dreams at last.
X X
Milk bottles were ever a source OF
trouble.
Consumers don't want them around.
cluttering up the kitchen. and yet the
milk dealers say their patrons WON'T
rot, ha
Milk bottles are all that city folks
know of the once familiar cow The
milk bottle is COW on your front DOOR
step, each morning The cows OF the
world are at your command. Leave
the word with the nilkman the day be-
fore. and the next morning it is as IL
the herd of childhood days had passed
that way in the night, and had been
MIXED by fairy hands. and the cool.
sweet milk left for you and yours. I
pay this tribute to the milkinan.
But / protest against the milk bottle.
Every milk bottle should have rub i
Der bottom. -
You wake up in the early dawn and
hear the millNman coming. He Is
hardy man. He rushes through the
apartment house hall ike hurricane.
You hold your breath.
Clang!
Why the milk bottle does not shiver
into untold fragments is natin myss
terry. But It never does.
The rubber-bottomed milk bottle Is
the only solution.
It will save the nerves Of Washington
apartment house dwellers and save the
floors. and ultimately provide recrea-
tion for milkmen.
Milkmen will become SO expert In the
handling Of the rubber bottomed bot
ties that they will be able to bounce
them down the hall to each consumers
door.
Let us have the automobile bottle
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