Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-12-11
AROUND THE CITY
BY MAMIE LANCASTER.

stripes with a pink sweater 10 Yeas
too young for her-tO be entirely [ tT,
make il nine And anybody with la
an eye could tell she was longing
for the time to come to got hcme
and put on something loose.
Walking with her was n woman
as plain as a bar of soap-kitchcn
brand. And. as near as IA listener he
hind could make out, she was eN-
plotting her wisdom in the matter OF
finance
Il wouldn't think of housekeeping
| like you do, as high as servants are.
Why don't YOU do like us, room, and
meal around at cafeterias-saTes IL
| lot of work and time The soap
woman added to her advice the COM
! pIacency Of one who has sats5aC-
/ torily solved a countrywide prohl ma.
But the other woman held differ
( ent view.
That's all right il your husbaId
/ likes boarding. but Jim couldn't tivN
anywhere except in his own home.
| And the way / look at II, | ought -
| keep him comfortable In turn, tot ~
| he does for me. especially - He
| thought enough of me to put the
! house i'm my name. So | do my oWc
work, except for Spring and Fan
I cleaning ! get me a woman tnr 4
day-and I've got so now | WoulGn
know what to do with help in the
you don't tell me you do all the
work of that big house,"
Sure 1t isn't so big; only eight
rooms, and all the convemences down
to an electric washer. get into
wrapper, and fly from top to bottom
in no time"
The wrapper called up an obvious
warming that caught the notice of the
lady who boarded:
''Then, what are you doing dOlled UP
| this time of day? / should think you
would be home getting dinner"
Not on Thursdays-this is my day
| off, same as other cooks. L always
meet Jim after ofSce and we go TO
restaurant for dinner and a movie
afterward. And 1 have to be rugged
out in my best, because he likes his
| friends to see how nice he can dress
me-"
And if you had been walking behind.
| you would have felt cheap for mis-
| Judging n pork chop for trying to look
| like a bird in fine feathers. 1t is so
easy to find fault. Any mean-souled
/ thing can do it.
| 4 STOUT mother and her small boy
had boarded a crowded car. and.
| Of course, had to stand. The boy
| caught hold of the brass loop on the
| nearest seat. The woman made him
| let so.
The child began to whimper, but
| the mother soothed him by drawing
| him closer with a portly arm.
'Momma doesn't want you to tech
| that handle, baby, it might have jums
on it, an 1 don't want you catchin'
any disease jums on this car"
II amt goin' to catch any jums,
| Momma."
"I know you amt, honey. It's the
| jums that catches you"
Which shows that popular science
| always gets down to the people when
properly advertised.
u \ xx
You may have noticed that big
things and little things make up the
web and wool Of everyday life. Great
events call for world-trumpetings, of
course. while tribes reach no farther
than the few people concerned, but:
| Taking the pattern, as a whole, we
! find that a small CLINT here, or a
blot there, helps to blazon the shines
| and deepen the shadows of the uni
versal weave. Here, for one case, are
the two contrasts, in one:
Everybody knows about Hi-Boy-
there isn't a growing youngster who
can't tell about the young giraffe that
was captured last year by the Chrysler
| expedition and brought to the Zoo, by
Supt. William A. Mann, for the edu-
cation and pleasure of the city's
youth. You will recall, also, that The
STAR wishing to personally interest
the children of the District, suggested
that they think up a name for the
Zoo stranger, with wise judges to
decide which would be the most appro-
pirate. And that a representative of
The Star awarded the honor to the
little girl who was lucky enough TO
think up "HiBoy," which was the
best of many clever names, all good
enough, if there had been more
CRATES to go round.
When poor Hi-Boy had to travel to
that bourne from which neither man
nor animal ever returns, his depar
ture made a colorful little story that
reached to the far edges of the land,
but you naturally know nothing
about Hi-Boy, jr., because he lives
behind the scenes of a city news
room-and, for fact-doesn't live at
all. except in the make-believe world
inhabited by teddy bears and dolls.
| And while his fantastic existence in
terests but few people it helps, in a
way, to make the world go round
] When the dignified editor returned
from giving a name to Hi-Boy he
found on his desk toy giraffe, spotted
| equal to life and of a size that could
be housed in a cigar box-if you left
an opening for his neck. The donor
may have been a cub or a star re,
| porter-and there may have been a
ceremony of resentation-nothing Is
100 boylshly foolish to happen among
a lot of big-brained men after a paper
| gets on the street and their work
| driven souls and bodies have a chance
to relax. All any outsider could know
IS that the dignified editor man gave
JUNIOR the run of his desk top, and
since the naming of Hi-Boy Of the
zoo ne has stood guard there, his neck
| reared above the doings of the dav-
and entirely disregarded. since In no
notlced While a paper is getting ONT
IS more than any giraffe could reason.
aoly expect. His little moments Of
SpotLgnt come in that first bubble of
spontaneousness when the staff. like
so many boys out of school, give him
| snare of notice, along with the DAYS
cartoon say, or Walt Mason. or Mint
ana JeH' before they go off to take
up thelr regular stunt of being first.
class, responsible men.
-, And that is the way things went ur.
til after big Hi-Boy's death whsr ~.
staff member who never daras j.,
wade the newsroom except to turn in
copy happened in there about f,,,si,
WIN a sneaking affection for all TOYS
maybe Tor the reason that she never
ilda any-she paused to give Junior a
pat, when: q"
standing rigidly on guard there in
lne slience, she noticed a thing that
somehow, made the stiff TOW suggss.