Evening star., 1917-10-21

A woman who likes congenial com.
pany Of her own age went over to the
museum the other day and spent an hour
with prehistoric man.
First she traced him to q place OF vast
silence where Diana Of the Tides looks
down from her frame upon dinosaurs OF
other tides that ebbed and flowed until
Omnipotence gulped the last wave and
turned the dregs into deserts. Then
she trailed him to another hall Of dreams
inhabited by sandstone gods that more
gifted than their dumb brothers Of Israel,
spoke to her OF lonely cons when
a tan creature Clipped stone with never
premonition of the science that was to
scoop him from oblivion and turn him
into . show.
They were stocky gods, with indistinct
faces chiseled by a Phidlas too crude to
fashion other expression than the in
scrutabls blandness which characterizes
the prehistoric sculpture OF this conti-
nent from Mexico to Peru.
Some stood serenely bow-legged, others
took comfort. sitting, as 1t were. on their
own brownstone steps. with their palms
on their toes. and one hideously affable
rain god balanced on his head serpent
coiled in such fat. satisfied rings as to
suggest to the woman's nth dimension
fancy that he might be the original old
he-evil. taking It easy after his diplo-
matio dicker In the garden with that poor
little mother Of ours.
You can't help wondering over things.
you know. When we stop we will be
dead. So the woman wondered which
was right:
The scientist who simply sees in the
serpent symbol Of rain worship, or his
theological brother, to whom the insist
a q nd Mt ha fSR In
archaeological findings. notably the tablets
| OF Palenque. offers proof that Mexico 8
white. god was really St. Thomas, who
preached the gospel to the Aztec before
And why not? II Columbus could
come. and before him Lief, why not
Thomas. first Of all? When the order
was given to teach all nations he may
sky and said to his soul:
Il will go forth and pierce the beyond
In atonement for the doubt which made
me me put my hand where the nails had
And yet. II you have ever been in the
tropics at the end Of a dry season and
shared the joy Of nature over the first
| rain. and seen the snakes swell out, you
will understand how, in the worlds infant
| Of life.
AS the woman considered this phase OF
the argument from strictly academic
10:
A gloriously boisterous chuckle dubbed
into the tomblike quiet-a man had
And as he bubbled OF It came to the
woman that though the present -day v
brother lacks the mysterious glamor of
his predecessor. he Ii heap more cheer
full than prehistoric man.
And cheerfulness IL a splendid thing,
Badge-labeled tourists swarmed into
| an Avenue car. An oldish farmer man
Of the party kept guard next the con-
ductor. so that he could remind him
every two seconds that they wanted to
transfer at the Peace monument to q
Union station car.
The conductor smiled boyish under
standing. and when the time came
stopped according to orders. Where
upon the oldish farmer man, in the
voice of one accustomed to calling
across the open, shouted his signal to
march.
Come along. honey. it's time to
light
| When the swarm was on the asphalt
and assorted into pairs, male and fe-
male each. 1t was made apparent that
the withery little STOPPING one in a
chin-ribbon bonnet and comfy shawl
was officially entitled to the call.
BY right of language, of course
| honey belongs entirely to bees and
70 the beloved black nanny, now on
her way to the land of Used to-Be But,
as the oldish. hard-werking couple
November turned human-locked arms
to wait for their car the word seemed,
somehow, to suit.
They kept 1t up from Center market
% Capitol Hill-like this:
First you boil your milk. and
then"
II always boil my liquor first"
We'll. you oughtenter! You boil your
milk flrst and then you drene the
liquor from the oys-"
II should think your milk would
scorch while you were doing it. Here's
how 1 do. : boil my liquor first and
then pour in my milk"
"Td call that spelling two good