The Washington herald., 1922-09-03
The Spotlight
In Washington
Ru The Sfroller
By The Stroller.

/ X ohSe IN "nlle you get
a glimpse of the battle for life
that Is going on in the great wilds,
just as IL Is going on at F and Four
teenth streets or any other place.
Col. William b. Greeley. chief Of the
United States Forest Service, Is back
from a trip through the West. where
he was looking things over. The
methods at F and Fourteenth streets
may be little different, but Greele,
has one in the last Forest Service
bulletin that Emerson Hough or
Harold Titus, who wrote Timber"
perhaps could work into a chapter
Of q scenario. The story, which
comes from J. p. williams, a forest
examiner, follows:
while running into warm Chuck
, Bay. west coast of Prince OF Wales
Island, observed about a dozen
eagles making an attack upon a
! deer. A yearling buck had come
out of the timber down to the beach
a few hundred yards from where
/ had first seen him and had ap-
parently at once been beset by
eagles. of which there are always
number at any place in that
region. Before l got ashore from
the launch the deer had gone down
and when l reached him was so
nearly dead as to necessitate put
! ting him out of his misery. The
| attack of the eagles seemed to be
mainly at the head and neck, the
eyes especially being pecked out.
! No one could look at that deer and
! fail to realize the frightfulness of
the eagles fighting equipment in
claws and beak.
Once on Stoney Mountain / was
attracted by the actions of several
eagles at spot somewhat below
me. / arrived just in time to see
/ a fawn dart from the side of its
| mother and plunge into one of the
almost impenetrabie thickets Of
mountain hemlock and cedar which
are common at timber line in that
region. The doe stood by defiantly,
occasionally stamping her foot as
the eagles swooped down at her.
She seemed to have no fear Of me
and apparently realized that the
danger was from her natural foes.
the eagles. Even when / shot at
the eagles she only gave a nervous
jump at the report of the rife,
but did not run away. After kill
ing two of the eagles the balance,
some eight or ten. few away"
Con" Murphy, who wields a mean
mashie. says he picked up a little
thing while playing golf in Baltimore
| the other day that struck him oddly,
just as oddly as he has seen some
folks strike a golf ball Here Il is
with an addition by Com"
sTRANeERs
A strange. strange man
Is Samuel Hick.
He doesn't complain
When he is sick.
A strange. strange girl
Was Switchboard Min;
She never. never
Listened in.
y Detroit News.
A strange. strange boy
Is Willie Mears;
He dearly loves
To wash his ears
BALTIC. Evr. Sun.
strange. strange guy
Is golfer Gore,
lie never ali
bis his score.
Strange breed he must be, Muir
ply. Never met one quite like him, in
fact. and il you know Mr.. Gore l
would like indeed to meet such a freak
of the human race.
From My Home-brewed Diary.
Labor having occupied most Of
the summer by not doing any. I can't
quite see the need Of holiday for it,
quoth the Sage of jackson Place as
breakfasted with him at the Peggy
Lee. All Of which caused me to pom
der somewhat as / made my way
through the flock of birds in Lafay-
cite Par. Here and there / saw the
squirrels bounding about and the
birds alighting on shoulders Of those
who fed them. There seemed peace in
all the world as far as they were
concerned. but I suppose they too
have their battles just as Forester
Williams found it on a larger scale.
Then at the corner / saw two motor
drivers "jawing' one with the other
as to which had the right Of way
and / sadly decided that after all the
battle must go on.