Evening star., 1921-04-24
AROUND THE CITY

! spell wrong. as YOU can see without
telling. If this pen was a man II
! would be cynical in it's views of life
| religion and humanity it would Sell its
vote and smuggle it's way into Office
| without n civil service examination and
then fuss at long hours and poor pay
| The only thing that keeps it out of the
| waste basket is the mile that lies be-
| tween new one at the store. and yet
+, it has done me good service in it's time
That's the way things go in this world
No matter how hard we try, how faith.
, fully we do our duty. in we go to life's
waste basket the minute the sharp poin,
| of our usefulness wears down. | shall
put this old nib in Il drawer and. by wa
of pension for former faithfulness. let i:
enjoy itself getting rusty-as a good
farmer turns his old horse in a fat pas
turc till it dies
There is a whole lot more. but honest
wouldn't you know it was woman by
the way she takes her pen in hando
And here's part Of another:
The old songs delighted me. but as
, you missed some that l partly remem-
ber, will you be real kind and print if
you know them or can find them. a
song called 'Rosalie, the Prairie Flower.
| and another. name forgotten. but must
have been sea chanty. as it tells OF
sails and ships and a girl named My
Mary Ann" My grandmother used to
sing il to mo, and it comes into my
memory once in a while. I'd love to
know it." And SO on.
A newspaper man resurrected Every
one who knew her felt the gentle power
of Rosalie. the prairie flower" but he
has never he ard tell of Mary Ann.
HOLLY is a Chincoteague pony that
- looks as if she might have come
from fairyland instead of the Virginia
hills. The other day. each ear had rs
huttery bow of blue ribbon, and on
the round and soft-coated back was a
saddle. in which a child might be
trotted to Banbury Cross, say. on
any sunny afternoon: A groom led
the pony by a bride, and on the
marble steps of house across waited
a tiny girl in blue velvet-all as
dainty as could be, but
There are always others-ever no.
tice? A dot of a brown girl who was
selling matches for a blind old man in
tow. looked at that pony with eyes
of rapture. and in her voice was
human natures longing for the thing
that cannot be had:
"Oh, grandpuh. you just ought to
see that teency-tinecy little horse
with ribbons on it's years. II l could
get on that little horse like that little
girls g. goin' to do I'd race an race
an race"
Which shows the wisdom Of that
adage man who lived in Mother
Gooseland:
"If wishes were hdeses beggars
would ride"
NO street car passenger that ever
~ lived may hope to be canonized
for patience, which is one reason.
anyhow. why a trolley was empty
the other twilight after something
had gone wrong with the line.
Except for two people.
She was young and pretty, and he
was Just a regular young man. Sit
ting in the electric radiance. they
were as alone as IL the two were a
revised edition Of Adam and Eve.
They had forgotten that such a
thing existed as a creation outside.
and, Of course. they couldn't know
that it was peopled by bunch Of
shameless youngsters on the side
walk, who were grotesquing the
girls coquetry and the boys untram-
meled admiration.
Which seems to show the wisdom
of that other ancient adage that
wher. ignorance is bliss il is folly to
be wise. MAMIE LANCASTER.