Evening star., 1926-12-05


and planted itself on the bricks We're
two giant brown paper bags that rep.
resented reserve stock. to come in
handy later in the day. Behind the
cart was a little foreign man. feeding
nuts to two of the fattest squirrels
you ever laid eyes on.
A customer came along, and while
the man was emptying his little meas
IRE Of hot chestnuts into a bag the
two squirrels bounded TO the giant
hags and commenced to claw at them.
The man, in "A gust of hurry, pock
eted his dime and dashed another
white shower Of corn on the bricks
10 lure the gray bandits back. The
woman who was waiting for her car
bought bag Of nuts 40 that she
could Join the party And again, as
soon as his back was turned. the
squirrels pounced on the bags. And
once more the man showered corn on
the ground.
This constant alienation ot feeding
and stealing gave the woman to un-
derstand that squirrels have no sense
of honor. They lack the spiritual
something that sets man above his
grateful--which. in a way. is all right,
for seeing he has no soul to save, 1t
would be foolish not to take all he
could get and grab for more. Man is
sublimely different.
Then the car whizzed along, and as
she boarded it the woman looked back
to see two boys on roller skates whizz
up to the puShcart while the man
was throwing corn to his Clamorous
invaders. Each boy extended a paw
era hbed at the peanuts and Whizzed
away.
Squirrels and h0ys were alike AZ to
moral ethics. Spiritually considered
they were six Of one and a half dozen
of the other And. If so be that sar
donic playwright we know about had
heen along. he would probably have
said to the woman,
What Price Souls"
As il was the woman said it to her
self
TWO expert photographers attend
ed funeral as honorary pail
bearers. When the service at the
house of mourning was over they fell
in line at the end of thee funeral
cortege and followed on until-per-
hapS for the reason that bubbling
energy finds ii nerve-rasping to keep
step with the slow movement of
dead mans march--thev decided to
ride ahead and he at Glenwood before
the funeral arrived.
The wait was longer than was pleas
ant-a cemetery is not joyful place
SO after about Il minutes they con
r!nded that ii might be better TO get
back in line.
The funeral was not in sight so
they rnotored on until. to their relief,
they came Al last. to the long, black,
slow moving line that can mean but
one thing in these days Of fast speed
ines-and without attracting atten-
tion they took their place at the end
Of the hne. After a seemingly long
time in getting there the funeral train
paSsed into the cemetery and the,
honorary pallbearers got out and,
with the others, stood uncovered and
silent, until, in shock of beWldered
surprise, the photographer. who was
Mr.. Perkins, whispered:
These are not the same pallbearers
that started from the house. | know
one or two of them. They can't have
changed on the way.
Apd the one who was Chlet Pfld-
..eon drew the other a little aside, un-
dor "A Tree:
This isn't Glenwood, either Know
what. Cye We have followed the
wrong funeral"
With downcast eyes and solemn
tread they passed out Of the sorrow
ful silence-and that was all there
WAS 10 IL. except that
To attend two funerals in one day
= merely something out OF the ordi-
nary. hut 10 GO to two cemeteries AS
nal,hearers without attending any fH
neral AT All IS something 70 talk
ahout---lke this
# only TO show that even SO grave
a subject may have its funny bone.
HERE Is something that may not
exactly belong TO this small sec.
ton OF everyday doings. but. YOU
know how 1t is, children, disaster
makes us all akin. no matter how we
smell our names. II came all the way
from Florida-and YOU know what
happened to our sister Of the Far
Southland It Is a letter that runs
like this:
our woman's Club in this little
town has gathered together small
library Of books where. a year and
half aro. there were none. The pride
and delight of our people. young and
old was unhounded Then came the
terrible hurricane of September Is,
aud many books were ruined by water
coming through the roof OF the little
schoolhouse addition where they We're
housed. We need more books of every
variety We hope for sood en-
cvcIopedia some time. and we want
any hooks that are clean and whole
some and uplifting. Such books Will
he used and will be gratefully ac-
knowledged. Address Mrs. Charles r.
la Bella. president. Woman's Club,
Deerfield Fla
You remember the verse about the
poor parents who tried to select one OF
their little children to give away to
rich family that wanted 10 adopt
child, but who were unwilling to
mart with one of them. One woman.
to whom this letter was shown. de-
cided at first that she had number
Of books In her small collection that
she could send to the Florida club. but
when she looked over her revolving
bookcase and her less than 5-foot
shelf. the tax was too great on her
generosity. She couldn't part with
her set Of Dickens. nor her Hugo,
nor her beloved Hudihras. nor her
odds and ends of classics. nor her
Hans Andersen and-and-the others
and yet the call was urgent. So
she decided TO order something
Wholesome and uplifting" from a
hook stcre-tust for the satisfaction
of sending a sunbeam on its travels
as far off as Deerfeld. in Florida
which seemed a rather good way OF
keeping her own books at home.
Still, any way is a good way-and,
ANYHOW, the plea has been passed
along.
THERE 10 q trash box near a car
stop on the Fourteenth street
line. The other morning al an early
rush hour a couple Of women waiting
on loading piatform-along with
forty eleven others. including men