Evening star., 1914-07-19

(! Is continual. unending circle? You get
| on a merry-go-round and ride for miles
! and miles and get off where you started.
! Where did We come from; whence are
we going?
| The Observer was developing series
of beautiful thoughts. He was in dan
ger Of committing them to poetry, which,
as the editor says. shows the evils of
| thinking when you don't know how to
go about it. One can never be poetic
! long in this clustering world of contra
hind George, Jr., there came a placid citi-
zen. riding in one of those chariotlike
contrivances. His hat was pulled well
| over his eyes and he was leaning back
| in an attitude Of utter languor. Three
| friends were calling to him frantically
from the side lines. But he minded them
not at all. Nothing bothered him as
| long as the merry-go-round kept going
| tually the merry-go-round slowed up and
George, jr., returned, clamoring for an
| other ticket. The Observer gave him
| one absent-mindedly. He wanted to
peace and George. ir., do not abide to-
gether.
| When the merry-go-r round stopped the
! placid man solennly reached in his vest
crumpled ticket, which he tucked in the
| band of his hat. He prepared himself
| for further repose.
Hey, you fool" roared one of the
| frantic three, come off OF that Whirly
gig. What is the idea of this happy
| childhood stuff. anyhow
The placid citizen reused himself.
I'D is-hic-not chime" he said, with
an effort.
did you get that" thundered the man
| who had spoken first. He is telling
| me that it Is not time. What does he
| know about timer
I'D is not-hic.' insisted the gentle
| man in the chariot, firmly.
out you come" said the second man
on the side lines. But he was wrong.
The machinery started, the merry-go-
round moved away again. Waving limp
hand at his enraged friends the placid
citizen spoke.
| .'Id-hic-ls not chime.' he declared
| again as he rode away.
! Meantime, George and his wife had
spread luncheon and the two little girls
had been leaning over the railing of the
| dancing pavilion and hungrily cycling the
dancers. In little while the family was
collected, after George junior had been
dragged, bowling and picking. from a
private little fight which he had arranged
| with an enthusiastic young man over the
| ownership Of a worm.
After luncheon there was temporary
respite for the elders. who lounged on
the grass under shaded trees-of which
more later.
The children. though, frankly ignored
all this well meant advice about playing
in the hot sun after eating. With fascina-
ton, the Observer, while meditating on
the probable antics Of the last deviled egg
he had eaten, watched George Junior and
the young gentleman with whom he had
had his ante-prandial fight. They had
patched things up after the manner of
youth. George junior, to the Observers
certain knowledge, had had half of fried
! chicken and seven sandwiches. topped
off with jelly roll. a piece Of cake and
lump Of chocolate Now % he was play
gentleman; and the purpose of the game
| was to run as fast and yell as loud as
possible.
pie and they began to assemble on a
wide open field, where it was announced
that base ball game between two church
teams would enliven the occasion.
1t Is not the Observers purpose to give
the game in detail. He couldn't if he
| tried, for his entire time was taken up
| in watching the minister. who captained
| one side, and the deacon, who was in
tall and excessively thin. with long,
equine face. and he had elected to pitch.
| He is grand minister and his congre-
cation swears by him. But as a pitcher
| ing done by his congregation was not by
but at him during the four and three
quarter innings that comprised the game.
The deacon had John ]. McGraws
theory that mental rather than physical
effort wins ball games. and to this end he
| elected to play right field, which fur
nished him with tree under which to
sit while his side was at bat. This was
lucky for him because he weighed 200
before lunch and several more pounds
afterward and the walk from home plate
| to right field turned his face a brick red.
The deacon wore a golf cap and the min
| lister. even when he was pitching, q wide
brimmed straw hat of a pronounced cler-
| ical cut.
| The pitcher-the minister, that is
| wound himself up like a corkscrew, and
| with one foot high off the ground cried
out:
"Are you ready?''
Serve" replied the batter, who from
Ills batting ability evidently was in need
| of a tennis racket.
Very well,' said the minister, and he
heaved.
1t was the batters own fault. He
should have looked out. How should q
| minister know where the ball is going?
When the ball smote the batter's ribs