Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-10-10
THE RAMBLER WRITES OF MASON FAMILY
AND MORE ABOUT HISTORIC BRADLEY FARM
Odd Persons Met on a Coun-
try Road-The Dapper
Stranger Who Wore a
Pinchback Coat-Delving
Into Family Histories.
n HE ramble of last Sunday was
divided between a description
of fiower-bordered road and

" HE ramble of last Sunday was
divided between a description
of a flower-bordered road and
a the farm on which a famous
minister, the Rev. Lee Massey, lived
and died more than a century ago
The division between the fower-bor-
dered road and the parsons old home
was not equal. The f. b. road got
the better of the division by half
| column. The road was only a mile
long and the Rambler fears that
many of his readers thought the de-
scription longer than that However.
kind sir and gentle miss, this is the
age of doing things by the easier or
the easiest way, and the Rambler
found it easier to write one mile of
description about a road than an arm
length of facts about the Rev. Lee
Massey's ancient home.
But. the Rambler gave YOU all the
facts he had about the dear old min
ister. and considering the few facts
relating to this interesting man that
have come down to US. he feels that
he did pretty neat job. Then he
also feels that in view of the high
cost OF white paper you got your
moneys worth, because, did he not
tell you of Gaius Plinius of Rome and
Novum Comum, old Antonio Castor.
Mithradates of Pontus. eupatorium.
boneset, Joe Pye weed, tick-seed and
beggar-lice, all in addition to the Rev.
Lee Massey, and his olden home?
Then. also in other ways did you get
your moneys worth. The Rambler is
not the only man who writes for The
Sunday Star. Even though he does
believe this himself, you should not
be led bv him into that error
+ X X
Right in this section where / am
talking to you. appear other gentle
and how Mr.. Harding will win-per-
haps; who are expounding to you all
intricacies. maximS, mix-ups, idioms,
idiocies, tangles and mangles of po-
litical economy. domestic economics.
social encomiums and all that Once
upon a time the Rambler was invited
to dinner by lady who was IA
nous in literature as an authority on
domestic science. She was the author
Of cook book entitled. The Art of
Cooking in a Nutshell and How to
Utilize So Many Scraps That the Gar
bage Can Will Famish." When the
Rambler got home from the hospital
he decided to accept dinner invita-
tionS from ladies who know how to
handle cook stove instead of how to
write essays on Culinary Science in
Its Application to Mans Outlet"
The Rambler is on his way today to
Bradley. where the Rev. Lee Massey
lived. and where our gay. gray and
sprightly friend Capt. Jim Wiley lives
today. and also where Mrs. Wiley
lives and also. and particularly. where
Miss Hettie lives. but before he gets
there he wants to take you aside and
tell you a little story. 1t, may not be
as full of facts as the multiplication
table. but then. if everything that
people talk about or write about, OF,
even read about. should be reduced to-
facts, my friends, what a reduction
many private or personal landmarks
along the roads he walks. Yonder. in
clump of trees, is a house he told
the story OF years ago. On there where
greenbrier twines tall cedars is where
he copied epitaphs from messy tombs.
where he sat one winter afternoon;
and held a conversation with an owl
on the art of seeming wise when you
don't know. whether a pons assinorum isl
a foot bridge or railroad trestle. There
is the path which leads into the aban-1
doned quarry where one shimmering
(not shimmying) day naAprfl. he ate
dinner with some fairies. and chatted
with Queen Nab, Titania. King Ober-
on. Puck. Ariel and many of their
kin. .--'.--
On this road that leads to Bradley
last Sunday he sat and smokeds as
several tired. frazzled, run down and
WORKOUT words - camoufiage, eff
cheney. survey and neutrality-suspicious.
to him and told him of their over
worked condition. Just as he came to
that stump he met rather dapper-look-
ing thing that was walking blithely
down the middle of the road and
twirling a slender rattan cane. He
had the air of not only the ownership
Of the road, but of the farms on both
sides He wore a suit of black and
white check plaid and his trousers
fitted him tight and his coat pinched
him under the arms. 1t was a single