Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-04-14

dodo-allowing the dodo to be dead.
On one occasion there were two
chummy women, conventional as to
dress and manner, utb who amused
themselves by picking and choosing"
just as children doy. They must have
chen fair-minded women. for they di-
vided their colonial treasures with nice
impartiality, until the slim one tried
to induce the one who was bit chubby
to exchange her clock on the stairway
for the Nellie Gusts spinet by the music
room door,
You see, my apartment hasn't room
for the spinet and your house could
hold a dozen-besides, I have always
wanted grandfather clock-the ticks
are so nice and loud"
But this clock of mine doesn't 60"
Neither does my spinet-so, maybe,
we better let them stay where they are.
There's what want-that blue china"
That's what you won't get! picked
that china out first. You can have the
dining table, with the coffee urn on top
of it."
you can't certainly want all of it. I
must have a few blue dishes, anyhow"
Nothing doing. 1t would break my
set"
Having settled the matter, they kept
on with their pickings and choosings
until they came to adjoining rooms on
the second floor. The thin one bounced
on her choice before the other could
put in claim:
when we come to spend night here
I'll take the river room and you can
have the one Lafayette slept in"
But the chubby one also preferred
the river room. She wanted TO see
the Potomac at daWn.
why, woman, where is your patri-
Otism? Consider Lafayette"
And they shuttlecocked their discus
sion in humorous undercurrent fusSi-
ness, until another woman, a plain body
in a plain frock, Unexpectedly wedged
herself into the argument with a sug-
gestion that turned out to be pleasing to
both:
why not spend two nights and
change around?"
It was such a helpful idea that the
three had a chuckle all the more enjoy
eble because it had to be choked.
Aren't We two silly old kidS?" the
chubby one said it, by way of explana-
ton.
And the plain-body woman, whose
pickingS and choosingS have embraced
every known thing in the universe
from stars to tombstones-commented
with another suggestion:
Make it three"
X \ *
A CORRESPONDENT sends this bit
"A of incident concerning the "horse
sense" of an old gray, attached to a
milk delivery wagon, whose driver had
left him in an alley across from her
home:
Some boys-mere babies-began
throwing pebbles at this horse, the
stones growing larger as they threw.
The old horse solemnly watched them
as he stood patiently waiting for his
boss. I feared the babies might get
hurt, as one of them went quite close to
the gray's nose and threw quite large
stone. 1t mace the old fellow jump a
trif1e, but he steadied and watched as
before. Finally, the fusillade was too
strong for the victim, so he carefully
stepped forward. The little boys ran
and the horse, slowly and sedately,
walked out into the open road and stood
across it, blocking all traffic that might
come dashing along.
lone gentleman came walking by and
noticed the throwing, but made no
effort to stop it. He looked, but went
lis way. Being an invalid and quite I'M
dressed for the street I could only sit
at my window, hoping the children
would tire of their sport and get out of
narmS way, puC, fortunately, friendly
looking man, who was the driver, came
up, took the reins, patted old Gray on
the shoulder and drove away. Mrs.
NJ H. L. w.
Which, happily, Is the end Of most
stories. There are so many kind men
In the world. And women, of course.
X X X
A MOTHER correspondent, in COM
rnenting on bit about horses in
this column Sunday or two back, was
kind enough to commend it as a story,
but considered that exaggerated senti-