Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-08-01

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storage?"
TO be prosaically literal, the local
pole is, otherwise, the Center Market
cold storage plant and has its king
dom above the vast place OF stalls.
When an elevator lands you above
the arch that roofs the lower body OF
the building, most kindly official,
Mr.. W. H. Rohrman, will introduce
you to another ofilcial. Mr.. John NIL.
Ter. and together they will escort your
party to the frozen realms.
You will be astonished at the I'M
expected expanse that divides Itself
Into brick.wailed corridors, vast rooms
and deep.niched spaces. somewhat
gloomy with shadows; as austerely
neat az a medieval monastery. and
with a breath Of the chill that may be
due to the passing of hand trucks OF
frozen slabs from the ice plant In an.
other wing of the building or. per.
haps. as a promise OF the frigidity to
come. The way leads over bridge
that looks down on the market house,
and from that height would have
served an old Dutch master with
paintings enough to I'LL gallery OF
art-the harmonizing yellows of fruits.
the vivid reds of meats and berries.
dashes Of the royal purple OF Tyre, as
expressed in eggplant and plums, and
gorgeous splashes from nower stands
that represent every color under the
sun. Paper streamers, blown by cleo.
trio fans, crowded aisies and per-
petual.motion market men give a
spirit of carnival gayety to the piano.
ramic show that seems to belong to
another world than the cold and quiet
viewpoint.
Another corridor. with shadows
driven into far corners by here and
there electric bulbs. and then q huge,
heavy.VVeIghted door, which IL un.
locked and quickly closed as soon as
the visitors are inside. It Ia a long.
wide place, walled with snow, with a
huge pipe down the middle OF the
ceiling that looks as IL IL might be
the North Pole itself Like the walls.
It Is fuGEy with snow that has frozen
into crystal spikes--and hanging from
the ceiling in rows are countless ami
mails that give you your first realiza-
tson Of beef. Each Is frozen solid
the fat as yellow and relentlessly I'M
yielding as gold, and the lean so much
ruby stone, You could no more make
dent In the flesh with your finger
than you could make an impression
on a rock. The animals represent the
stock from abattoirs or other owners.
who rent space in the cold storage I'M
/ I'll ready 20 eel. This may be q mat
| ter of months. but IL Is perfectly all
right. seeing that AZ long as the meat
is frozen it Ii fresh. And the meat
Ia always frozen. You couldn't ex-
pect TO kill and sell a beef, In the
course Of ordinary business, without
L. - vrs*
| IL OF your hands, SO the market man,
or whoever the storer may be, puts
It in cold storage at small rental,
| and there II stays. safe and sound,
until needed to sell.
Another great room Is filled with
sheep and lambs, their lacylike fat as
delicately traced as IL carved of ivory.
Some hunter had stored a gigantic
black bear--his carcass so hard that
even the fur was frozen stiff.
In other rooms are stored poultry,
vegetables, butter and so on-all gold
and ivory and jade-with buckets
eggs are cheap and break and store
by the gallons for their all-year max.
ings Of cake.
And when your kindly Messrs.
Rohrnlan and Miller have brought you
back to the elevator and taken the
overcoats so graciously loaned, you
20 back to your 80 in the shade with
sense of knowledge that forever
after you will consider cold storage q
benefactor 20 humanity-which means
great deal. indeed. And that never
again will you ask your bucher man,
| with the old-time distrugt:
rs this meat fresh or cold stor-
age?"
A TORTOISE from the Maryland
woods adventured into the high.
way and had it's undershell broken
| by some 1uggernAut OF the road. A
boy picked up the poor thing and
brought It to The Star Building, and
at this critical stage the special deity
| IN charge OF SortoiseA-perhaps some
| overload created by Mother Nature
| for the benefit OF her dumb creatures.
| but more likely that greater power
| that watches q sparrow's fall--passed
| the tortoise over to a STAN member,
who placed it in a wire waste basket
| and brought It TO woman at desk.
| Ths tortoise was the sizo OF
saucer. with aplotches or cuI yellow
/ on its brown back, and with set. star
Ing eyes, actually human In the In
| tefasity Of their gaze--being an I'm
usual thing, seeingSthaf a tortoise IN
captivity IL to furtive and too slug
| Rish to register an expression OF any
\ sort. The star member, always on
| the outlook to do a kindness OF SONS
4 sort. explained the future or the
wounded creature he had in charge:
'.T carried It to the medical clinic,
and the doctor, splendid fellow. gave
Il treatment (which doubtless &C,
counted for the wide, staring eyes
under q first influence OF that saving
power that science provides Tor SUI.
| feyfng humanity and which the rest
| OF us know aS dope.
''I am going to take y nome 70 70
beach this evening ard turn u iooss
| in the garden--plonty OF grass anu
| cool shade to hide In, with every
variety OF luxury in bugs and worms,
and I'll bury q hower-pOt saucer U
the earth and keep 1t fialed with ffesn
water"
The woman, being possessed OF E
two.reel, scenaffo-pattern mind tnas
runs TO melodrazna., helped In with 9
suggestion:
i Suppose It repays your kindness
hv disappearing in tho, night--huh!
The man chuclEled happy disregard
as to consequences. took up the waste
i basket and went away with Il. ana
az the pofigee figure with its silvef1ne
hair and kindly face disappeared tne