Evening star., 1925-09-23
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.
Templeton Jones was feeling sleepy.

Templeton Jones was feeling sleepy.
The prospect of going to bed early
appealed to him with all the force
Morpheus has exerted on sleepy NOR
tails since the beginning of time.
In his yawning state, nothing but
sleep would do the trick. Templeton
Jones knew that for a certainty, and,
knowing it, determined to act upon 1t.
I'm sleepy" he announced to the
entire household. although it was only
o'clock. I'm going to bed" he
added, to the CONSERVATION Of all, for
9:3o was Jones usual time for retir-
ing, and he was a methodical man.
Templeton Jones believed that good
habits are the best things in the world
for us. He liked his life to run on
schedule, as far as possible. although
he made no foolish attempt to trans
form 1t into time table. He had q
rather better opinion of life.
Templeton Jones, when he got
sleepy. was sleepy all over. His mind
sagged. his body wilted, he felt as If
he could not keep awake q second
longer.
Do you remember that time when
some caller stayed-and stayed--and
stayed when you We're a child, and
you were suffused with sleepiness, yet
were equally determined to stick the
visitor out?
How minutes seemed hours, and you
became numb all over, and the hands
on the big clock went slower and
slower, and you knew at last what
the preacher meant when he talked
about Eternity?
Well. that was the way Templeton
Jones felt that evening when he told
his family he was going to bed at
o'clock.
II suppose" said Jones. half to him
self that | will be walked as usual at
am. by old Git Up Oar. by I don {
care. / haven't missed old Git Up Oar
for years, and l suppose L never will.
l would like, however" he continued.
Illuminating, ITO miss hearing him hol-
Ter at that horse once in my life"
Old Git Up Oar, as the Jones family
called the milkman who came through
the alley, rain or shine, perhaps needs
word Of explanation. No one had
ever seen him. He was, like Words
worthS cuckoo, a voice.
The Jones family agreed that the
man had missed his calling He should
have become an actor, instead of a
milk wagon driver, and ought to have
essayed the role of Simon Legree.
Surely only the celebrated overseer
of slaves could have possessed such a
mean voice as the milkman, or such
an unnecessarily loud voice. either
Simon was only Il book character
after all, and perhaps had a right to
scream at the slaves III the middle of
big plantation-at least he kept no
one awake by it, thought Jones-but
this milkman, now, roared and
nv n1 NJ hi. 1, .. I
at all, as far as he could see.
Git up. dar." he grated, a block
away Every time the horse stopped
he screamed, cit up. dar, Then, no
sooner had the faithful animal got
up, dar." than the man roared at her
to stop.
It was all very confusing to Jones.
and il must have been to Dolly, the
horse. too. for the milkman was per-
petually believing at her. all down
the alley. You could not blame any
horse for not minding "A voice such
as that man was afflicted with.
IF were that horse" often
thought Jones, "I would bite his darn
head off"
Jones himself had often thought of
shooting the fellow. but, being "A very
mild hammered man. had dismissed
the idea as a bad dream, and had
tried to block out the awful voice by
clapping his hands up and down over
his ears as children 90 with sea shells
Y X
Pretty soft" breathed Jones. tum-
bling in at sos O'Clock. He pulled the
sheet up over him, and settled down
for a quiet run.
After a few confused moments of
equally confused thought, he went to
sleep in that mysterious way we have.
One moment we are awake. the next
asleep. and, for the life of us, next