Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-05-09
w re may swipe from Marcus
NM Aurelius and get away
Wv with it, and pass up Plato

NM AurenuS and get away
Wv with it, and pass up Plato
as our own without being
caught-maybe-but When it comes
to cribbing from a man whose friends
used to call Bob-Cave canem!
A Bob-man was one of bunch
big hotel sitting under the lure of
deeper thought, as voiced by lee
turer. who flung jewels of speech as
copiously as a farmer sows corn. only
Jove tossing thunderbolts would
sound deeper thought. Next to the
Bob-man sat a plain soul who in her
years of solitude has adopted Mar
Gus as an elder brother and Plato as
her pa. Otherwise she didn't count.
being among those present for reVe-
nue. only. The lecturer Grated along
beautifully on his borrowed brains
until he struck a high place, where ne
felt called on to criticise the work OF
the Architect of whom we believe all
things and know nothing. He. him
self: could have made much better
world.
"Old age and death are mistakes
Had l created the universe. l should
have made health catching instead OF
disease"
The Bob-man bolted in with an in
terruption which was strangled in its
borning by the plain soul next. Ana
as he didn't know her from beans ne
naturally looked for an explanation
While she was giving it to him the
coterie-meaning bunch-broke out
in rash of applause. which the lee
turer accepted with the remoteness
of one who lived in the clouds-and
gazed down.
Let him be happy" cautioned the
plain soul, eff he wants to father such
a foolish theory"
ITS a fine theory. 1t would make
this world a heaven on earth.
ut would make it so miserable that
the scythe man. How do you suppose
we would have room to turn around
or to grow crops. if no one would
ever die"
II tell you, 1 knew Ingersoll--
$50 did /. Splendid man, and all
that. but-sh-h, listen at him."
"The rat. And look at those women.
will you? My wife is one Of them
it would serve him right If was to
show him up before the whole
crowd
But he didn't, Of course, seeing that
no man. or woman. outside of the cad
class, ever humiliates a fellow-befng
before those who believe in him. just
for the fun of seeing him squirm.
And the Bob-man wasn't that sort.
Neither was the plain soul.
p. S.-This isn't just-happened IN
cident. but is recalled because the
dear Bob-man went over the mis-
and afar away. the other morning ana
was buried in his church..
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nADGE tourists swarmed
II into a car at the Treasury juno
ton. An oldish farmerlooking man
of the party kept guard next to the
conductor, and reminded him every
two seconds that they wanted to
Eight" at the Peace Monument to go
to the Union station.
The conductor smiled boyish UNDER
standing as he punched transfers for
the crowd and when the time came to
stop the farmer man, in the voice OF
one accustomed to calling across the
Come along. honey. it's time to
light"
Every tourist woman rose to the en-
dearment, but
When the swarm was on the as
phalt and assorted into pairs. male
and female, each, it was made ap-
parent that the withery little stoopy
one in a chin-ribbon bonnet and a
year one cape was officially entitled
to the call.
BY right of language honey" be-
longs entirely to bees and to the be-
loved brown NANNY of memoryland
but
AS the oldish. Woodworking couple
November. turned human-locked
arms to wait for another car, you