Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-10-13
This and That
By Charles G. Trace~eH.

How White rip managed to live to the
time his friend saw him Is mystery.
Not more than half a foot long, or
perhaps 10 inches or so, counting his
tail, White Tip was seen nimbiy leap
ing from sidewalk to running board.
"See that kitten?" asked store clerk.
TITS been rushing around like that for
days."
TT belongs to one Of these stores, !"
replied the friend of White Tip and all
cats.
mo such thing" went on the clerk.
'It takes care of itself. It's Q nice
little thing. Jumps up into peoples
laps when they stop their cars. I been
hoping somebody would take it home"
1T will get killed, sure"
"It takes care of itself pretty well, but
something will get 1t sooner or later.
Cats have hard time of it down here"
=
Outside the Stors the life of down.
town Washington reared by. Thousands
Of automobiles ground to a stop at the
signal lights. Street cars rumbled.
Pedestrians hurried by with unseeing
eyes.
White Tip, tiger, with the exception
of the end Of his tail, whence his
name, rambled across the sidewalk as
calmly as If he were in the country
chasing birds or field mice.
One could not help wondering how
he had managed to get by" The
slightest touch of a wheel and he would
have gone to join the thousands of cats
whose lives have been snuffed out in
the downtown streets.
Yet here he roamed. tiny, soft-coated,
happy, grateful for the touch Of hand
or bite of something to eat.
= =
"Why don't you take that cat home
with you?" continued the store clerk.
"Me?"
The exclamation was ungrammatical
but natural.
why, we have two cats now, and had
seven, but we sent the rest to the
country" e..
you might be able to give it to some
one," said the clerk. Il hate to see
that little thing running around down
here
Il hight find some one to take it.
And If couldn't might keep it my
self"
The man went out of the door to
look for the kitten. At first he could
not see it, and wondered If it had been
run over just as he was about to rescue
it. That would have been fate.
No. There 1t was, jumping onto a
running board OF parked car. 1t was
not particularly pretty kitten. being
of the pure alley breed. but possessed
very soft cost and pleasing per-
sonality.
Yes, White Tip had q feline person.
atty. The moment he was immersed
in big paper bag, supplied by the
happy clerk, he demonstrated 1t by
reaching out a paw.
The paw had no claws unSheathed.
1t was merely a questioning paw. won-
dering about the bag, from which the
kittens head projected.
No one paid any attention to the
hiend of cats as he walked along the
sidewalk with his bagged animal.
He wondered what he was going to
do with the creature. He had got him
self into 1t, for sure. If nobody wanted
loose again. He thought he would try
the ONCE. however. One never could
tell who liked cats.
The kitten curled up on q newspaper
and made itself quite at home when
the ONCE was reached. It would have
gone to sleep II O window haA not
created draft. So the window was
shut.
Here. don't you want nice kit
temp" asked the finder as an ASSOCIATE
walked in.
II sure dol I have been looking for
one. I'll take him home with me right
away"
And White Tip. as in all real fairy
tales. went riding away on the new
friends shoulder. going toward a good
home, where he would find grass and
trees and milk and mice. He was q
lucky cat