The Washington times., 1931-12-28
THE PIGEON OF ST.
PATRICK'S

am very romantic. always
will be. Being romantic will be
the death Of me yet; am able
to find romance in everything.
To fly high and look down on
the great city with It's deep traf-
fic lanes, Surging with thou
sands of motor cars and mil
lions of people and all the tall
skyscraperS pointing up at me;
to see the curling smoke make
dancing shadows on the roof
tops; to watch the light change
and make lovely colors in the
dim canyons; to see the wide
rivers on each side Of the city
with the queer-Shaped boats cut
ting silver streaks in the water;
to fly high and see all this at a
glance is romantic, and don't let
anyone tell you different.
I'm fond of having a fast high
flight just as the sun goes
down; to watch the lights come
on in the big buildings. They
are like stars that glitter in the
dusk. But I always prefer to
be safely roosting before dark
because it's difficult to fly at
night.
Darkness always finds me
roosting high on one Of the
towers Of the Cathedral, in Fifth
Avenue. And then. when the
morning begins. and the dark
ness starts to disappear. I like
to fly high to met the dawn,
and be part Of the sunrise be-
fore the city is awake.
Home to Me
I call the Cathedral home.
It's lovely building. It's
a lovely building. It's Gothic
architecture. I'm verv fond of
the Gothic. because of the love-
ly places to roost, and I like the
paradeS that they are always
having on Fifth Avenue. I
often sit up there all after.
noon watching the crowds down
below; poor humans who have
to stay on the ground and be
stopped by the policeman's
whistle. They rush and
scramble across the streets, in
order to save their skins from
being run into by the shining
motors with the flat black tops.
I'm glad I can fly and go high
in the air above all the danger.
It's odd that humans don't
have wings. It doesn't seem
quite right to have to stay on
the ground. ! wouldn't want
to be a human. Still, sup
pose they don't know any diff.
ferent and make the best of it.
Some humans manage to fly
in a very clumsy manner, with
great cumbersome machines
and loud roaring motors. I
think having your own wings
is more practical.
Humans are romantic, too. I
have great sport watching
them. I am very fond of flying
up and stopping on the window
sillS Of the office buildings and
watching the bosses being ro-
mantle with their secretaries.
I see many amusing things. /
remember one window where
I used to go. The boss was
getting on rather well with his
secretary, until one morning,
when they were busily engaged
in romance, a process server
walked in on them. I didn't
wait to see the results. I flew
away and went to another win
dow to watch a pair Of account
ants.
It's interesting to see what
goes ON at the pent houses. It's
amusing to watch in high hotel
windows. There is romance
everywhere fly.
Change and Romance
Every change in my life has
been on account of romance.
was Matched and raised in
rattle shack coop on top of a
Second Avenue tenement house.
I belonged to an italian boy,
who used to come to the roof
late afternoons and Sundays.
He would turn us out Of the
coop and make us take to our
wings. He would keep us in
the air for hours. Whenever