Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1924-11-24
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRAcEWELL.

Does the first real cold morning
of Winter differ much from the
previous mornings?
1t seems to me that It does There
Is 4 certain Kick" to 1t that sets
1t apart from the merely Autumnal
morns. which have merged quietly
from Summer to Winter.
The first real cold morning lets
you know 1t Is in town. 1t was pre-
coded by a gray. Observation-Disclosures
Ing sky that made the evening be-
fore dismal beyond anything else we
had experienced this year.
The high wind had died down,
however. and for brief space it
appeared that tomorrow might be
warm. A glance at the evening
paper soon set that at rest. Colder
was the prediction of the Weather
Bureau.
Now, the United States Weather
Bureau Is about 90 per cent correct
In It's DEMONSTRATIONS. Chief Marvin
VIII tell you that. modestly, and II
Is true. There was a time when 1t
was fashionable to poke fun at the
Weather Bureau, but that day is
long past.
When the bureau says it Is going
to get colder. the wise thing is to
build good high fire-bed in the
furnace, get out the blankets, pro.
tect the rose bushes and otherwise
prepare for the inevitable.
That gray, forbidding sky. hang.
ing low over the National Capital
spelled cold morning to the
weather wise, then. Tomorrow
would be cold, there was no doubt
OF II. Already the thermometer was
going down.
The last few leaves skirtled dowr
| the street, as IL bent on one Ia 4,
whirl before they were gathered mr.
by the vigilant District street sweep.
ers. Humble, poor. let us take of
our mats once In while to the street
sweepers. They do their work. and
play their part in making and keep,
Ing this city clean and beautiful
The street sweepers, the white
wings" neither STAY other men with
automobiles nor with guns. Com.
pared with some of the human
wolves that infect a great city, the
white wing" Is an angel, indeed.
When we wake in the morning
something tells US that the morning
Is cold.
Very cold.
The air coming I'm that open win.
dow bites our nose. We tuck tn,
covers around our shoulders care.
fully, to blot out the nipping frost
Roofs of houses have a white, cold
look. Cold is white-who ever heard
of red cold?
There goes that miserable alarm
clock,
Ting ling a-ling- a -ling-will The
darn thing never stop?
No, IL never will-so we roll owe,
In despair, and take Just another lit
tie snooze. That will do nobody an,
harm.
But the furnace. Yes. the furnace
Bravely we toss back the covers
Where on earth are my slippers-ah
there they are-now into the trusty
bath robe, and 30 down the stairs tt
the basement But before we descend
into the cellar, Tom must be invited
into the house.
last night. just as we were closins
up for the evening. and we let him go
1t was his play time. Tom has ar
| adjustable fur oVercoat, you know
| made on a patent taken out by the
Creator several years ago, and regis.
tered in the United States Paten-
Office, no doubt.
This marvellous coat smoothes gu,
when Tom is indoors, but when hi
steps out he can puff it up to meet
| any degree of temperature. Tom ha.
gone out when the thermometer stood
at zero, and prowled the alley al
night as warm as toast. Wouldn,
you like to be as carefree and in.
dependent as Tom?
"kittie, kittie, kittie," you call
"kittie. kittie. kittie"
But there Is no kittie, so you mosey
| on down into the basement, wher,
an inspection OF the fire shows 4