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Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, December 22, 1929, Image 101

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. m BOUT a Christmas tree in the living
/W room is a group of adults and ehll
dren. The elders seem move excited
/ / than the little ones. There is a
■“*- stumbling in the hall and a stout
figure enters, dressed in a tight red suit mid
property whiskers, apparently Santa Claus. He
Is perspiring, tout his manner is loud and hearty.
Santa Clause—Well, well, well, dear little
children, here I am at last, your old friend
Santa Claus, with a great, Mg hag of Christmas
surprises for all of you. (They don’t believe a
word of it, the cynical little demons. They
know perfectly who I am. What a sap I was
to promise their Aunt Elsa I’d dress up in this
silly rig. I can hardly breathe bn it, and these
whiskers tickle. All to make a hit with Elsa!
Why did I have to fall in love with a girl who
has a raft of nephews and nieces! It is bad
enough to be their Uncle Fred (by courtesy) on
ordinary occasions, let alone their Santa Claus.
But I can tell by the way she is looking at me *
that she thinks I’m a Withering chump.) Yes,
children, old Santa just drove down from his
palace at the North Pole in his sled pulled by
reindeers. Did you hear them scampering
across the roof just now?
The children, in chorus: Mo!
Santa Claus—What, you didn’t? Dear me,
you couldn’t have been listening. Didn’t you
hear me, Walter? (An abominable child If
ever there was one.)
Walter —I heard your automobile. Uncle Fred.
(I knew him the minute he came in by his
funny ears, the big stiff.)
CANTA CLAUS—Ha, ha, ha! To think that
you should mistake Santa Claus for your
Uficle Fred! What a droQ little chap you are,
Walter! Well, I have something for you. (And,
If I had you alone, you little imp,. I’d take
you across my knee and give It to you.) What
do you think it is?
Walter —A real airplane. (Os course, he’s
brought me something stupid. I*ll probably
draw that cheap set of tools I see sticking out
of his bag. Well, what I’ll do to the piano
with them will be nobody’s business.)
Santa Claus—No, you imaginative little fellow,
Santa did not bring you an airplane. Not this
year. Next year, if you are a good boy. (What
a chancel Golly, I’m uncomfortable. This
room is hot as blazes. I wish I’d taken another
highball before I left home, and then maybe
I'd be in the mood for this mummery.) Look,
Walter, Santa has brought you this handsome
set of tools, and he hopes you will make some
Historic Paintings in U. S. Capitol Are World Famous
Continued from Fifteenth Page
well equipped, made a brilliant appearance and
had marched to the ground with a band ct
music playing, which was a novelty in Amen*
can service. The American troops, but a part
in uniform and all in garments much the worse
for wear, yet had a spirited, soldier-like air.
About 2 o'clock the garrison sallied forth and
passed through with shouldered arms, slow and
solemn steps, colors cased and drums beating a
British march. They were all well clad, having
been furnished with new suits prior to the
capitulation. They were led by Gen. O'Hara,
on horseback, who, riding up to Gen. Washing
ton, took off his hat and apologised for the non
appearance of Lord Cornwallis on account of
Indisposition. Washington received him witn
dignified courtesy, but pointed to Maj. Gen.
Lincoln as the officer who was to receive the
surrender. By him they were conducted into a
field where they were to ground their arms. In
passing through the line formed by the allied
Army their march was careless and irregular
and their aspect sullen. The order 'to ground
arms’ was given by their platoon officer with a
tone of deep chagrin and many of the soldiers
threw down their muskets with violence suffi
cient to break them. This irregularity was
checked by Gen. Lincoln; yet it was excusable
in brave men in their unhappy predicament.
This ceremony over they were conducted back
to Yorktown to remain under guard until re
moved to their places of destination.”
T T was in the Hall of the Continental Congress,
sitting at Annapolis, Md., December 23, 1783,
that Gen. Washington tendered his resignation
as commander-in-chief of the American Army.
In Trumbull’s painting of this scene one can
almost hear Washington saying: “I have now
the honor of offering my sincere congratulations
to Congress and of presenting myself before
them tp surrender into their hands the trust
committed to me and to claim the indulgence
of retiring from the service of my country.”
The personages portrayed in this picture are:
Thomas Mifflin, Charles Thomson, Elbritige
Gerry, Hugh Williamson, Samuel Osgood.
Eleazer McComb, George Partridge, Edward
Lloyd, Richard D. Spaight, Benjamin Hawkins,
Abiel Poster, Thomas Jefferson, Arthur Lee.
David Howell, James Monroe, William Ellery,
Jeremiah T. Chase, Samuel Hardy, Charles
Morris, Gen. Washington, Col. Benjamin
Walker, Col. David Humphreys, Gen. Small
wood. Gen. Otho H. Williams, Col. Samuel
§mi»h, Col. John E. Howard, Charles Carroll
and two daughters, Mrs. Washington and three
grandchildren and Daniel of St. Thomas Jenifer.
Trumbull was one. of the most industrious
artists this country has ever produced. He just
Santa Claus a la A Certain Style of Drama.
**Why did I have to fall in love with a
useful and beautiful things. (I can just see
the pest doing it.)
Walter—Thank you. (I’U start working on
that piano as soon as the old bore goes. He
wouldn’t be here, If be wasn’t goofy about my
Aunt Elsa. I’m neve* going to be goofy about
any old girt I’m going West and be a bandit.)
Santa Claus—And now I come to dear little
naturally loved to work. He painted hundreds
of pictures, ineluding the portraits of practically
all of the prominent men and women of his
time. Other famous historic pictures include
The Battle of Bunker Hill, The Death of Mont
gomery, Capture of the Hessians at Trenton,
Battle of Princeton and Sortie From Gibraltar.
His portrait of Gen. Washington is claimed by
some to be the best ever painted by any artist.
Trumbull was bom at Lebanon, Conn., in
1756, and died in New York in 1843. He was
descended from famous stock on both sides of
his family. His father, Jonathan Trumbull, was
the warm friend and counselor of Washington.
Waltzing Mice as Protection.
J APANEBE waltzing mice, those queer little
rodents whose sole aim in life appears to be
to get off a horizontal plane, have at last been
put to a practical use. It is the queer form of
activity in which they are constantly erifeaged
that has made them useful.
For years, canaries have been used in mines
to serve as warning signals to miners that
carbon monoxide gas was spreading its skro
poison among them. The birds, collapsing,
always sent the miners scurrying to safety, but
the canaries have been found, at best, to give
their warning just a scant margin before the
danger point to man has arrived.
Some birds have been found more tolerant
toward the gas than others, and birds of little
activity are not affected by the gas nearly so
soon as those on the move.
Naturally, a man engaged in violent effort
becomes much more quickly affected by the gas
than a man whose movements are held to a
minimum. The more rapid breathing caused by
exertion calls for much quantities of
oxygen, and when the monoxide is present, such
rapid breathing increases the intake of the gas.
The high metabolic rate of the mice and the
oxygen demand, accompanied by high respira
tory exchange and rate of circulation, make
them respond much more quickly than man
and even more quickly than the canaries.
In view of these facts, it was thought that,
with their almost Incessant activity, Japanese
waltzing mice might be more susceptible to car
bon monoxide poisoning than either canaries,
common house mice or white mice.
The Japanese waltzing mouse is thought to
be a mutation of the house mouse and is com
monly found in Japan and China. It appears
to be unable to orient itself to a horizontal
plane, which results in erratic running around
in circles, wide or narrow or in a figure eight.
Mildred. Come here, Mildred. Don’t be afraid
of old Santa. (Spoiled oaf! She knows I
know I’m making a fool of myself.)
Mildred—l'm got afraid of you, Santa. (My
goodness. Uncle Fred’s been drinking again.
Elsa will be as sore as a pup.)
Santa Claus—And have you been a good little
girl this year, Mildred? (I know she hasn’t, and
The expression “Brother Jonathan,” applied as
a personification of the United States, origi
nated through Washington’s habit of addressing
Trumbull by that term and also by his custom
of saying to his associates: "Let us hear what
Brother Jonathan says.” Trumbull was Gov
ernor of Connecticut through the Revolution.
In 1776 when Washington wrote him concerning
the weakness of his Army, Trumbull came to
his rescue by quickly convening his committee
of safety and, although he had already sent out
five Connecticut regiments, he called for nine
more, and to those who were not enrolled said:
“Join yourselves into distinct companies and
repeated many times in rapid succession. On
other occasions the mouse pivots on one foot,
making gyroscopic circles without stopping.
The mice are totally deaf, to add to their
In comparative tests at the Pittsburgh experi
ment station of the Bureau of Mines, it was
found that the waltzing mice showed signs of
response to carbon monoxide far sooner than
the birds. The mice quickly recover, and a
few minutes in the air after their collapse
usually suffices to restore them to perfect
Guinea pigs were found, in tests, to be use
less, as they have shown an ability to keep
their “heads up” for 34 hours on a quantity of
gas which would cause death to a man in six
Exports of Sulphur.
TT was not so many years ago that the United
A States was dependent upon foreign coun
tries for the greater part of its supply of sul
phur. Now, the tables have turned and the
United States not only meets all its own needs
but is supplying about 700,000 tons annually
to the rest of the world. Louisiana is the
source of the mineral.
Reduce IVaste i?i Slate.
r T'H2 wire saw for slate production which was
introduced to this country by the Bureau
of Mines has resulted in a saving of at least
a quarter of a million dollars in Pennsylvania
slate quarries, the bureau estimates. There
are now some 30 of these saws in operation in
the Keystone State.
she knows I know it. Oh, well, maybe I’m
pleasing Elsa. Probably not, though.)
Mildred—Yes, Santa. (I might as well play
the game. I wonder if he knows I was the
one who put the goldfish in his top-hat last
Santa Claus—Let me see now. What have X
lor dear little Mildred? (These whiskers are
killing me.) Well, well, well, what would you
like, Mildred?
Mildred —Just some nice hooks. (That ought
to please lather, and maybe he won’t spank me
lor breaking his golf clubs. What I really want
is a vanity ease, and a permanent wave.) 4
GANT A CLAUS—What luck! Santa has some
° nice books lor little Mildred. Here—" Little -
Women,” and "Trudy, the Girl Scout at Camp
Cheerio.” I know you'll love them.
Mildred—Thank you very much. (And me
nearly 12! I should read books like that. Oh, *
well, maybe I can swap them lor a lipstick.)
Santa Claus—Dear little Homer is next. Step
up. little Homer. (I hope Elsa appreciates
what I’m doing for her sake. I wouldn't mind
it so much, if the kids enjoyed it, but they seem
even more bored than I am. Whew, I’m hot.
And here’s that fresh youngster Homer, giving
me dirty looks. What a pest! Always snooping
around when I call on Elsa. Wonder why he’s
staring so hard at my beard. He isn’t very
bright, but even he can see it’s a fake.) Well,
little Homer, what do you want Santa Claus
to give you?
Little Homer —An ostrich egg, a sea sled* a
white pony, two hunting knives, a punching
bag a diver's suit, another ostrich egg, a lot of
ice cream and sl6. (Gee, it would be fun to'
set fire to Uncle Fred’s whiskers.)
Santa Claus —You . amusing little rascal!
Santa Claus couldn’t get all those presents Into
his sled, so he brought you a dandy pair of
roller skates. (You greedy little dope.) Aren’t
they nice roller skates, little Homer?
Little Homer —Yes, they are nice, thank you.
(Nice —for roller skates, but I wanted an ostrich M
egg. Gee, I got to set fire to that beard.)
Santa Claus —And now, dear children, I will
place a lot of small gifts around the tree, and
you’ll come and get them. Won’t that be a
lark? (Now Is a good time for me to sneak
away. I’ve ruined my chances with Elsa,
making a spectacle of myself like this. Guess
I’ll go home. Hey—help, help! One of those
little pests has set my whiskers on fire!)
(Copyright, 1929.)
choose captains forthwith. March on! This
shall be your warrant. May the God of the
Armies of Israel be your leader.” At these
stirring words the fanners, although their har
vests were but half gathered, rose in arms,
forming nine regiments, each of 350 men, and,
self-equipped, marched to New York just in‘
time to-meet the advance of the British.
The budding young artist, son of this famous
sire, graduated from Harvard at 17. He bad
an enthusiasm for painting in early youth. Ho
says in his biography: “My taste for drawing
began to dawn early. It is common to talk of
natural genius, but I am disposed to doubt the
existence of such a principle in the human,
kind; at least in my own .case I can clearly trace
it to mere Imitation, My two sisters, Faith arid
Mary, had completed their education in an ex-*®
cellent school in Boston. Faith had acquired
some knowledge of drawing and had even
painted in oil two heads and a landscape. These
wonders were hung in my mother’s parlors and'
were among the first objects that caught my in
fant eye. I endeavored to imitate them and for •.
several years the nicely sanded floors (for car
pets were then unknown in Labanon) were con
stantly scrawled with my rude attempts at
During the Revolutionary War the artist
served as an aide to Washington. In 1780 he
went to France and then to London, where he
studied under Benjamin West. When the news
reached London of the execution of Maj. Andre
as a spy, Trumbull was arrested by the British
as a spy. When haled before the authorities
he said: “I am an American; my name is
Trumbull; I am the son of him whom you call.
the rebel Governor of Connecticut; I have served
in the rebel Army; I have had the honor of
being an aide-de-camp to him whom you cad
the rebel George Washington. lam entirely in
your power; treat me as you please, always re
membering that as I may be treated, so will
your friends in America be treated by mine.”
After eight months’ imprisonment he was re
leased upon condition that he leave the country.
Some years later he journeyed to England as
secretary to John Jay and was engaged in diplo
matic life for seven years. The last 27 years of
his life were sfient in New York, where he be
came president of the Academy of Fine Art*.
Upon the death of his wife, Trumbull realized Cr'
that he was a lonely old man. He gave all of
his paintings to Yale College in exchange for a
life pension of SI,OOO a year. Beneath the gal
lery in which these pictures were placed repose •
the remains of Trumbull and his beloved wife.
A portion of the inscription on his tomb reads: .
“To his country be gave his pencil and his
sword.” . .■ . i• .
Florence Trumbull, who recently became the
bride of John Ooolidge, is descended from this
family of Trumbulls.

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