Evening star., 1923-10-21
Heard and Seen


1t was about the time of the world
series. and Mrs. Jones became much
interested in hearing the returns.
1t was so wonderful to be able to
sit in your home, getting the results
of the big ball games, without so
much as moving a step.
Mr.. Jones was away at his office, OF
course. so had to rely upon his wife
for the scores of the game, which he
proposed to learn from her each eve
ming upon his return to the house.
Mrs. Jones knew absolutely nothing
about base ball. But that didn't
worry Jones.
The first day he drew a diagram for
Mrs. Jones, with places left for the
runs, hits and errors
Now you just dot them down as
the announcer gives them" he in
structed. "At the end of the game
add up, and give me the score. Do
You understands
Perfectly" smiled Mrs Jones.
Jones came home in high spirits.
Did you hear the game?" he asked.
Every bit of it," beamed his wife.
What was the score?"
1T was 3S to 81, in favor Of the
Giants trfumphantly declared Mrs.
Jones.
What" screamed the scandalized
Mr.. Jones. "A score of 38 to "a in
a world series game-impossible!"
wife.
Let me see" said Jones, taking a
look at the score sheet. He saw.
She had added runs, hits and errors.
: Mr.. Jones, in putting up his antenna
for his radio. was the object of in
terest of the whole neighborhood at
that particular time.
A small boy, about twelve years old
stood by the back fence, watching
the installation.
Jones thought the boy was inter-
ested in. his radio, but what the lad
alley. @'AO
Mister, can I put your coal in?"
"Why, SON" replied Jones. taking
another twist at the guy holding taut
the antenna pole. that's mans job,
I've done it before said the boy.
Come back in an hour said
Jones. ''and if the man hasn't come
by that time, you get the job
we got radio" stated the youth.
leaning on the fence.
Have you got it up?"
NO. my mother says I would spend
more time with it than with my les
sons; so she won't let me put it up
until l get in high school"
1t was o'clock-dinnar tlme-when
the boy who was willing to wait for
his radio came back 70 hustle a ton
of coal.
With a shovel and bucket he put
N vol ,, rNrV
took him long time. bucket by
bucket. but he never said Il word.
just kept working away, until at last
1t was all in. A real boy. that
Jones would like to know why n
neighbor keeps a young dog In his
back yard, allowing said dog to bark
furiously all night long.
"It is one of the standing myster-
les of the world. how a man can
keep a dog, allowing 1T to annoy
everybody else in the neighb orhood,
yet it never bothers him a bit" quoth
Jones.
Every neighborhood, at some time
or another, has to suffer from this"
he continued. 'Now, / love dogs.
can ut up with lot from a good dog.
And that seems to be good dog.
But / draw the line when dog
deems it necessary TO bark. not only
at the moon and all the stars, one
by one, but at every stray noise 1t
hears through the night.
Fifty neighbors may be awake,
mentally-and some openly--cursing
the beast, but the owners thereof
sleep the sleep of the just. That Is
the mystery of it. Though the dog
annoys 100 people, it never annoyis
them a bit. But let it be somebody
else's dog"
Now come lovely days in Washing
ton.
The trees are responsible for 1t.
In the spring the trees of the Ma
tional Capital convert the city into
a greenland fairyland. Washington
is perhaps the only great city where
trees line practically every residence
street.
It is these same trees which are
responsible for the autumn beauty of
the city.
Changing from green to yellow,
brown and red, the leaves provide
the streets with new dress. II lis
true that they fall causing much
sweeping on the part of careful
housewives.
But the fall leaves are worth q bit
= CHARLES e. TRAcEwELL.
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