Evening star., 1920-06-13

domestic wonder sit back and say
nothlng-because it has done moth
ing-except look picturesque!
Tourists snapshot It's rocks and
foam: fishermen may and sometimes
do catch bass in quiet pools hidden
from its uproar. and once In while
some overventuresome excursionist
finds eternity in its keeps, but-that's s
all,
Now that The Rambler has vision :
ed for us George Washingtons hope
TO harness its water power for the
good of posterity. the falls loee even
their pfcturesqueness, and. like that
imposter whose royal robes were torn
from him in fairyland. stand stark
and useless.
A mighty force idling away the cen-
turtles. A servant out of job.
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THERE Is an electric standard in
the Capitol grounds which is
streaked with downward sweeps of
grayish blue.
A plain soul who has only what
YOU might call a mail correspondence
knowledge of man-note spelling.
please-wondered what the streaks
meant. The woman with her who
possesses the educational advantages
of matrimony explained in one word !:
Matches.
Don't you know men better than
that? Why, honey. look-gas lamps
matches; iron railings. matches: tree
boxes; everything, matches, matches.
matches. When a man wants a light
he Will strike match on the nearest
thing handy, with odds in favor of the
sole of his shoe-and If there was
any possible way Of getting at 1t. he
would also use that other sole which
he spells with a u"
knowledge like that Is worth prop
agat1ng, so the woman who had im-
bibed fact not to be found outside
the wedding ring took 1t home to a
likewise benighted friend who owns
it-meaning the home.
And the friend took her up to a
room beautifully fresh with new colo
time posies around the ceiling-a
paper that had cost double money
these days and lot of artistic choos-
1ng-and on the paper, under a newly
gilded gas bracket. was a streak of
phosphorus that looked as vicious as
a stab. Match. Done by a woman.
No. ma'am. it wasn't a war worker
1t was lnative-born.
A WATER pipe broke in a ditch. AS
the torrent shot upward like a
geni escaped from bottled slavery, it
didn't in the least suggest one Of
those taifor-made fountains you see
in parks-not much.
1t was the untrammeled,. conscience
less. beautiful ferocious thing that
oceans and floods and cloudbursts are
made of. 1t was natures mightiest
mystery. mans most relentless foe
and sublimest friend:
1t was water.
A woman who had Joined a dis
creetly distanced crowd of onlookers
spoke her mind to the woman next to
the effect that. while she didn't care
for ornamental basins with a spray
in the middle and dopey goldfish
floating around she fairly thrilled at
sight of such a splendid live force
shining in the sun-but no microbes
of fancy infested the brains Of the
woman next:
Il don't see how you can say a
thing like that-as scarce as water
is-why. there's enough already vast
ed to do family wash for years"
Which goes a little way, anyhow,
to prove how wise that man was who
took his pen in hand-or maybe it
was stylus or sharp flint. or Iust
an oral handdown-and told the world
that everything in it depends upon
the point of view.
X X \
a MATEUR prophecies are apt to
fizzle out like fireworks and gov
ernment seeds, but, all the same
A "Neighbor day" seeress made this
forecast to a mere earthworm woman
who was helping to cap Strawberries
for shortcake:
L tell you what is going to hap
pen on Neighbor day: All OF US will
decide that We ought to call on that
poor Mrs Across the Street. whom we
have neglected all year. When we get
there Mrs. Street will be gone to see
Mrs. Around the Corner. who, in turn.
will be off to visit Mrs Next Block.
who is calling on Mrs. Suburbs, who
isn't at home. So that Nobody will see
Nobody. Then we will go to the
movies"
The earthworm put in reminder
that at least the day would be rich
in good intentions.
Uh-huh-though they don't show
up to advantage as scriptural paving
blocks, do they? And, anyhow.
that fail-with this shortcake for
proof'-and she stuck the last red.
red berry on the richness of whipped
cream.
Suppose-Just suppose had in
advertently sifted salt instead Of su-
gar into this cake. would my very
best intention make hit with you?"
And that ended the argument, for
the reason that one has really got to
go by the Scriptures. and besides
who on earth could eat briny short
cake2
All of which. is exceedingly stupid
to yarn about seeing that the Just born
NelRhh0Y q fc n nd
everything else. in this worlG-and good
thing. too. because perfection gets
mighty monotonous. Ever notice?
HERE is one f1ne little example of
how good action sinks in:
You remember last winter when In
times of stress. like inclement weather
and overcrowded cars in rush hours,
many owners of automobiles would
offer seats to pedestrians who were
going their way? Well
Two young men were strolling over
a southeast bridge last Sunday after
noon. The sky was a glory of sunset
colors. and the two had every appear
ance of enjoying the gay little launch
es below. the airship laZing over Boil
ing Field, and the green Of the coun-
try all around-the enjoyment OF
week of desk work. and who scorn-
ed the cars that were all but loafing
over the bridge track-so that, to two
prosaic women behind, 1t seemed real
ly an interruption when an automobile
halted and one of the two young
women inside asked with smiling
sweetness:
May we take you homer"
Also, did it seem to the Women-be-
Ing prosaic, understand. that the
young men hesitated with the embar-