Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-10-10
AROUND THE CITY

said, with courtly informality which
bespoke years of kindly manhood
gone before:
Il used to love these flowers,
madam, when they bloomed in our
home gardens, but commerce has rob-
bed US of the poetries of life. The
autumn is now matter of weather.
nothing but weather"
YOU forget the grass and the
trees, SIR
why, that is so! 1 thank you for
reminding me. I find myself growing
of an age of which 1 seem no longer
part. But the florists will be selling
the trees and the grass, too, if you
give them time-and perhaps. also,
they will be carrying weather in
stock, Nothing escapes progress,
madam; it bridges mountains. har-
nesses oceans and conquers the air
until natures last barrier has been
scaled"
There are the stars"
Thankfully. yes. They Will keep
their mystery for awhile. but science
knows no stopping, and the first thing
you know they will be charted, pos
.sibly in your time, but certainly not
in mine, for l shall be All that is
the question. Where shall 1 be-
above the stars
why, bless you, little lady, yes, l
shall be above the stars when one of
our bright young aviators bitches his
plane. say. to Mars"
Then the old, old gentleman. who
may or not have been a prophet, was
escorted back to his carriage by the
waiting and smilingly interested old
driver. And the womans interest
having been switched to higher things
than dahlias and chrysanthemums
passed on to consider how splendid 1t
must feel
To be above the stars.
THERE is a birthday cake around
l. on 7th street that is worth go
ing the proverbial mile to see. 1t is
race garlanded with blue blossoms
and sentineled with red candles that
! look like soldiers on parade. None OF
us, outside of dreams. ever had so
large or splendid a symbol of the day
we celebrate, but it's sumptuousness
counts for it's leastest value. since it
was created out of the love and 10y
atty of hundreds of employees in trib-
ute to the sixtieth anniversary of the
establishment for which they work.
Children see in IT. of course. only
cake to be sliced and passed around
with All the festive joy birthday
/ calls for. but We who have travelled
| the great road far enough, know that
/ the heart keeps no calendar, and that
! for those we love and honor sixty Is
| as dear and beautiful as sweet six
| teen.
| The other day in the shifting crowds
| that pause to admire the big eats
| to quote an ideal-looking customer
! who had just purchased the most ex-
| pensive perfume that comes-was one
! crumb of a girl. say about four years
| old, who stood entranced before the
iced pyramid. just as that other little
| Grimmgirl waited outside the pep
! permint palace-remember?
! Her young mother. after an indul-
gent wait. told her to come on. But
the child refused to bulge. The
mother gave her a coaxing pull. The
I little girl slapped back with the cute
, wilfulness that is one of the tantrums
! of spoiled babyhood. and which. con-
| fdentially, should be punished In
whatever way welfare folks consider
most desirable; spanks. preferred.
why. pet. to strike poor mamma,
! like that! Come on, darling, mamma is
| too busy To-
Perhaps under her curls Of baby
gold pet may have had a memory of
her own birthday cake that was made
| to be cut as we'll as looked at. and
| that II she waited+ike that little
Grimm gtrl-she would be invited to
be among those present. for she turn
ed ecstaticaI1y yearnful eyes upward:
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