Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1924-12-18

These facts are known to all of US
but not known enough to each one
or us. We do not stop to realize
| often eenough the glory Of our every
| day existence
Why, radio alone is enough to bring
back to US the entire fairyland which
| once was ours.
You sit at a little box and pluck
out of the air the very breathing OF
singer half way across the CONT
nent, or turn small dial and snare
from the invisible, and perhaps nom
| existent ether the multiple sounds of
distant orchestra, the laughs of
| diners and the rattle of silver and
| dishes.
Yes, our everyday existence still
has romance about lt--even when we
shovel coal into the furnace.
| x y X
| A furnace is such a homely cuss
standing there without praise in a
corner of the basement The recent
| ads of fancy furnaces, with the en-
| tire company, In full dress. down
| stairs admiring them, rather tickle
our sense Of the eternal fitness OF
| things, for if there ever was a house
bold favorlte which deserved open ad-
| miration now and then II is the
| trusty old furnace
1t sits down there, all by itself
sending up warmth just as long as
you feed il properly. Its defalcations
seldom result from any inherent fault
in Its sturdy structure, but almost al
| ways from some defect in the food
| with which 1T is nourished
| No honese furnace can give Al re-
| suits on rations of slate and bone.
| Slate and bone have their proper
! places in the world, but certainly the
! inside of furnace is not one of them
| The nav OF a furnace. whether steam
! hot water, vaDor or hot air, requires
| plenty of good grub in the shape OF
| clean coal.
No one can get out Of a furnac,
more than he puts into it in the
! shape of honest coal. heard 6
woman in store the other day tell
ing about running the furnace.
| I'VE have regular coats, and hats
and gloves we wear" she lamented
| I'VE look just like the stokers, oil
! stevedores, or something You see
| the furnace goes out every day, ant
! we have to rake 1t all out and builC
| it up again. don't know what is
the matter, but it gets all full OF
| clnkers."
| One felt very much as If he ought
| to chirp up and declare: Madame
change your coal dealer"
| X X
| Surely, the clinker is the curse OF
! furnace tending. What joy to have
| your furnace perform up to expec.
tation? when it percolates merrily
| in the morning. how happy tn,
! household is,
Misery rcigns on a large scale
| however, when a real clinker get:
| caught in the CRATE. A real clinke,
| is big hunk of metal or other un-
| breskable substance that gums up the
! works.
| Sometimes the coal will fuse to.
| gether into pseudo-c linkers, masses
| of stuff and nonsense" that threaten
| the necessity of cleaning the whole
mess out and the construction of g
| perfectly clean fire.
These false clinkers usually can be
! broken up and removed, either
| through the feed door or the clinke Ell
door Fireside tongs come in very
| handy By scraping the offenders Il
one side, removing them, and spread
| ing the live Goals out, many a heart.
less-looking fire can be resuscitated
The true clinker is more stubborn
that a mule, stronger than the pow
| erful Katrinka, more obdurate than
cat. You coax, poke. plead in
vain. Strategem fails miserably. The
| only hope lies in a strong right arm
and an unbreakable CRATE.