Evening star., 1924-12-12

The late Victor Herbert once wrote
q song which was given the catchy
title Of Everybody Else's Girl Looks
Better to Me Than Nine"
Most men, at some time or other
in their lives, have felt like changing
the song to read, Everybody Else's
Job Looks Better to Me Than Mine"
No matter what sort of work one
does, sometimes he grows stale on
the job. as the saying is, and wishes
he were plumber, or a carpenter
or banker Or almost any sort Of
worker other than what he is.
Perhaps 1t wa5 too hearty a break
fast, a. dispute with the wife, some
fracus at the office or any one of u
thou sand different causes--in any
event the result is that he heartily
wishes his life work had been ca t
In some other profession or trade.
When this mood overtakes a man
1t Is well to take survey of the
various jobs he would not want to
fill. This diver ion has wonder
fully cheering effect upon the mind.
Jobs 1 Wouldn't Want" might be
the title of new song that will
await the coming Of a new Victor
Herbert to set 1t to music. / am
afraid we will have to wait a long.
long time.
Among the jobs that I. personally,
would not want to fill, are the fol-
lowing:
Milkman, lamplighter. ashman,
garbage man, motorman conductor,
plow-pit man, banana peddler, stee-
plejack, organ grinder, street cleaner,
charwoman.
Upon the sturdy shoulders of many
of the workers OF this type the very
fabric of our great city rests. What
would we do without the milkman
who in the wee sma' hours brings the
milk for our little ones? How
would the city get along without the
motormen and conductors. who run.
like the old Welsh air, "All Through
the Night" or lacking the ministra-
ttons of the ashmen, the garbage men
and the trash collectors?
Every reader can make a list to
suit himself. Upon his own tempera-
ment depends what jobs he will place
in his catalogue of those occupations
which he would not like 10 under
take in order TO earn his daily bread.
Perhaps a real psychologist or
psychoanalyst, looking over such a
list, might be able to tell there
from just what manner of man drew
1t up. Sherlock Holmes undoubtedly
could fathom the exact height, weight
and color of hair of the maker from
the list.
What an interesting This and
That" 1t would make If a milkman
would send me his list of a dozen
jobs he wouldn't want, and the
worthy lamplighter on my street
would do the same, and so on down
the linet Perhaps at some future
date we may have that pleasure.
l. \. IN,
He has TO get up at midnight, or
thereabouts, get his wagon-or au-
tomobile-secure his cargo of tactical
huid and start out on his route, no
matter what the weather.
While the rest of us are slumbering
away, the milkman plods his rounds,
his horse trained to -utart and stop
almost by intuition. Scores of horses
still function in Washington between
milk wagon shafts, despite the in
roads made by the automobile truck
You have awakened in the night
to hear the clatter of the milk wagon.
1t may be l am, o'clock, o'clock
or later
The horse stops. Comes. then, the
cltnk OF bottles against wire basket
the steps of the milkman as he runs
up the sidewalk, the ciank of the
bottles placed upon the porch. the
retreat of the vender, the cluck to