Evening star., 1926-12-11
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

first time in his life he became rest
less when putting on his shoes.
Any one who has ever tried to fold
a 5O-pound mattress will know how
Temp Jones felt when he tried to put
on his shoes.
The big trouble is, one has to bend
at the very place it is hardest!
Now, when a person Is engaged IN
what is pleasantly termed "seden.
tary occupation" he is not thereby
relieved of the responsibility of put.
ting on his own shoes.
Probably there are not 100, GER
tainiy 10, more than ! 900 men alive
in Washington today who have Wallets
to put on their shoes for them.
Great and small, bank presidents
and clerks. Washington puts on It's
own shoes every morning. and takes
or kicks them off every night.
Templeton Jones saw himself as he
would be years hence, If he did not
do something about it, pictured him
self mere bag of fat, utterly unable
to put Oh his own shoes. perhaps even
unable to see his shoes as he trod
along.
1t was n fearful vision, and Jones
determined at once to do something
about it. He would cut down on his
food intake and take plenty of exer-
else. There is no other way. This
is the common nsense way to reduce.
Jones told himself "I'll begin with a
5-mile walk today" he said.
1t is Just about miles from Jones'
Office to his residence. part Of the
way---the last ENTHUSIASTICALLY up
hill.
The most capable snow for it's thick
ness ever to visit Washington lay on
the ground as Jones started out. rub
bcr shod. For snow only about a
OF an inch thick it was sticking bet
ter and lasting longer than Jones had
ever known a snow to do.
Jones hot.footed it along the down
town streets. causing various slow
speed pedestrians to turn around i'll
amazement. out of which action Jones
got considerable kick" If he We're
going to walk. he would walk right.
He would do the thing UP brown.
by George. ought to do this
every day" he said to himself. as he
struck into an avenue leading up town.
Now that he was getting into the
swing of it, he liked it very much. Ills
light coat was warm enough now.
Rounding a circle he put on additional
speed. He was breathing deeply by
this time. Splash. Went the automo-
hlles in melted ruts of water and ice.
Jones splashed along, too, crossing
a bridge and turning into the hilly
country. II was at this point that he
first became conscious of his legs.
Three miles and considerable speed
were beginning to tell on them. They
were getting tired just below the place
where Jones sits down. But he re
sisted the urge to get on bus and
kept on. How nice and warm it looked
in the bus,
Rcso!utely lie turned his back on the
vehicle and went up hill. He admitted
to himself that he was glad when the
sidewalk levcled out. This was the
home stretch. SparroWs were hop
ping and singing about. No doubt
they could hop five miles and not feel
it a bit. Jones compared himself to
sparrOwS with much humiliation.
There went a squirrel. That baby
could even run five miles without
quiyer Jones felt completely
squelched.
His home looked pretty good to him
as it came in sight AT last. Suddenly
his pains began to clear up. Il feel
fine" he said; but that evening. after
listening to the radio he could scarce
~ get out OF his chair. But he was
determined to walk another five miles
the next day.