Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-06-23
In and Around the CITY


-HAT last rose in the garden of
song can't compare in senti-
mental pathos to a butterfly
i. that doesn't know enough to
come out of the rain.
A woman picked one from the soggy
grass laid it on her cuff and cupped
her hand over it to keep out the chill.
Then after bit the tiny thing
stretched brown wings trimmed with
black and splashed with dusky gold.
And as it teetered, as il it wanted to
fly but dasn't, a flock Of children
came along. And everybody knows
about children.
Say. lady, give me thatT'
what do you want with it?"
The little girl wasn't prepared to
say. She obviously believed in ac-
curing on general principles. A
smaller girl suggested purpose:
.If you stick a pin in the middle
it will keep bu'fuI They has EN- IN
the chilfns room over at the Smh-
sonian all glued on wife paper IN
glass fwame An they look zactly
like real.'
I'D hatch out young ones if it was
mine"-this niultiudinous intention
came from the only boy in the group
eff you keep them careful and Feed
them on mulberry leaves they will
hatch out into worms and then turn
into teeney-weeney butterflies. That's
what my Uncle Howdy did that time
he fell out the auto and twisted his
leg"
II likes lightnin' bugs bes' of all"
II don't 1 love lady bugs-oh.fy
no hntISp fire YOUR
children will burn
There was more to the meeting, but
when it was over the butterfly was
still considering the sailing out In
mist that had just left off being rain.
A business woman naturally cannot
take up her time nursing butterflies,
so she stopped in a store where she
was waited on by a man with kindly
eyes He didn't keep what she want
ed, but he did agree to keep the but
terfly. The woman merely mentioned
that she thought anything that had
life to ii might as well live out it's
time, and the man said he thought SO
too.
So it may be that the butterfly had
other adventures. Ask the man.
A HORSE drawing a light wagon
E1A ran amuck the other day. He
must have been thinking OF that
clover pasture at home, for he gal
Ioped over asphalt with the ire
sponsible ioyousness of a colt and
was slipping around the corner when
an upfiung hoof ought in the har-
ness and sprawled him on the street.
The driver jumped out and, assisted
by a passerby, unbuekled the animal
from the shaft. And then crowd
svarmed. One of two women pausing
ON the fringe of the eommotion began
yoicins a sympathetic wall:
"Oh, the poor horse-the poor
horse"
You better be thinking of poor
Sam! Come on. He'll miss MS Iunch
if you don't hurry"
But the sympathetic waller didn't
want to hurry. She wasn't that kind.
1.-THE poor thing looks as If he had
broken his leS-Won't it be awful
IL they have to-You haven't got a
bit of pity in you, jimmie Blank"
got. You come along with that bas-
ket before you miss Sans car. A
man that's been working since be-
fore sunup wants his hot coffee"
Hot coffee! What are you talking
about, woman? How do you suppose
/ can Keep TIE JOhSS LoI Oil lhio "dys
huh?"
you don't mean to stand there and
tell me that you haven't not thermos
bottle for Sam-as good a provider as
he is? Why. I wouldn't hear of let
ting one of my boarders eat cold
lunch-not me! I got thermos for
every last one"
NO, ma'am, haven't got no
thermos bottle, and femme tell you
something. The more you honey up
a man the harder he is to get along
with. / got a rasher of bacon"
fought to be ham. Bacon grease
is no sort of food to give a man
weather like this. ] sent my men
on this morning with plenty of ham,
a tomato apiece, four slices of but
tered bread, wedge of pie and hot
coffee, for all of 'em except old Ben,
who likes his tea. I'll bet if ] was
In your place Sam would get all The
hot coffee he wanted"
But you amt in my place-see!
Sam wouldn't look at any other