Evening star., 1925-11-19

Have you a little Bush-Hopper on
your street?
There have to be bushes. of course.
before there can be BuSh-Hoppers.
This little animal, indigenous to our
street, only fiourishes where there is
plenty of nice bushes for 1t to hop
over.
If your neighborhood is the proper
sort to attract and hold this cunning
little animal, it boasts of level
stretch of front yards, unincumbered
by fences or division lines of any
kind.
Where one property stops anC the
next begins, no one in the world could
tell, let alone the owners, or the real
tors who planned it all. The latter had
in mind the total effect when they
left out the fences.
There is Il u Grace. Il few feet high,
running up from the sidewalk. The
bushes are planted, one on either side
of the steps leading up from the pub
lie walk to the private-so called
walks which in turn direct the way
farer to the individual homes.
Two cunning little bushes. one on
each side of each walk, just about :
feet from the edge Of the terrace. TWO
neat little bushes, making total of
80 neat little bushes in all, on each
side of the street grand total of 80
nice little bushes.
Time, which changes allx things, has
not forgotten the bushes. 1t has taken
it's toll, and some of the bushes are
not as neat as they once were. Some
died and We're replaced. so that there
are almost as many KINDS OF Dushes
now as there are bushes.
No two are alike in variety, species.
height, color or what not. Some are
fiouriShing. some are SCraESly, some
are green, some brown and Withered.
The long stretch of sWard would look
today infinitely better if every one
of them were swept away.
But there they stand, as if precious
in the eyes OF their owners, waiting
in a determined, if uneven. line for
the coming of the little Bush-Ilopper.
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The Bush Hopper, we might as well
say, to relieve you of any further SuS-
pense, is ii little girl who goes back
ward and forward TO school the nee
essary five days a week.
If we had our way there would be
no schools, children. We thought it a
bore when we were there ourselves,
and we still think il so. Grow UP
hastily, children, so that you can grow
out VI NOuI 1icpAH. 'iNiN - iiANN "a
more to be learned out of them than
in them. We defy any educator TO
gainSay 1t.
Our Bush.Hopper hops the bushes,
one by one. all down the row, so full
Of pep and life is She.
Solemnly, as if her very life de
pended upon it, she hops over every
bush in the row on cur side of the
street, as she goes to school, and re-
peats the performance on the other
side of the strect-in the opposite di-
reCtiOn of courSe-On her way back
home to lunch.
Returning to school at J O'Clock.
the Bush Hopper honors our row
again, and on coming back home al
3 o'clock takes the row on the other
side of the street again.
Bush by bush. she hops over them,
as If ii We're some sort of rite she
were performing. some essential Cuty
that must not be omitted on pain OF
an unknown disaster.
The stubby bushes she disdainfully
steps over. She seems TO prefer those
of medium height. Several that are
too tall for her she merely straddleS
over, bending the swayinG branches
close to the ground
Several grouchy householders, it
must be confessed. look with alarm
upon this daily 80 the Bush Hopper
takes adown the rows. but most of