Evening star., 1921-05-01
- ONSIDER the grass"
1t is long. long. trail from
the lily OF the Scripture to

1t is a long, long, trail from
\ the lily OF the Scripture to
the seeds in front of little
home on quiet street uptown. but the
injunction stands today. as then.
Boys have trampled down the un-
fenced parltings in that neighborhood
until plots that ought to be green with
sappy shoots are as stark and brown
as if Egyptian locusts had been holding
picnics. 1t isn't Intentional vandalism
of course. for the reason that to a boys
uncharted imagination each green place
might be jungle to be explored. or
circus ring. or rodeo. or most any
Elamourous thing that it isn't, though
naturally. the destruction is just the
same. And the owners are so hopping
mad over it that they don't know what
to do-eNcept one woman.
The other morning. after she had dug
up her little pot and planted seed. she
stuck pole in the middle and nailed up
a pasteboard sign. And now every man
see what effect a plea will have on
youngsters who have already defied
orders to keep off the grass"
just as that Other Who walked the
earth a long time act must have waited
to see how a crowd would act when He
said to them.
Consider the lily
K i: x x
EVERYBODY sympathizes> with the
man who has to 20 to a depart
ment store and match samples for
his Wife-eXcept. of course, the
woman who sends him.
The other day one poor chap. caught
in, lra al rf h.,r, ,iy, ..l.
butted around aimlessly for exactly
one hour and fifty minutes, carrying
a shred of foolshnesS with the
patience if not the exalta tion of that
other poor chap. who carried Il for
!orn hope, or maybe. it was ''eXcelsior."
which of the two seems more ap-
plicable. being only the difference be-
tween dry goods and the stuff you
wrap china in. until. at last-you
notice there is always an at last. o.
some Sorf--a woman said to the man:
DO let me see if | can find what
you want
And he let her
I And that is all. except. men, dear.
it is perfectly right that you should
have to suffer Tor all the bad things
you do in this world. but when the
r
weighing out, there's no telling how
heavy those rag samples are going
to weigh for you-on the right side
of the scale.
A CANYON of social circumstances
divides the Prince of Monaco
from a battered old trunk in front of a
junk shop on 10th street, but there is
no gulf that memory cannot bridge.
The other day while his serene high
ness and relative. Einstein, Were
being hOnored at the museum their
coming must have recalled to many
III" not-so-far-hack day when George
Westinghouse, the capitals premie:
hos: to visiting scientists entertained
with the graciOusneSS Cf IL generous
gentleman. backed by the apparently
aXhaustless treasures of an A,addin's s
cave.
For one time. you will remember the
imposing ballroom erected by magic
in his garden for a single night
Arabian entertainment of the Brother
hood cf Engineers. The interior .of
whit" Grap:ngs. tapestried with blood
red roses in sprays. meaaliions and
bunch bouquets, gave no hint of the raw
outer structure. except the pungency OF
sappy pine that kept company with its
foral bett"rS-and when tn" gIamoIrou>'
thing had vanished along with the
guests it had been created for. dear
Neither Runo- worked hers":f dizzy r..
;@G to figure the size of the fortune il
had cost. Tottng up totals IS demorai-
| fZirg, SO she Jumped the sum to $4,000
and let it go at that Measured by
| money. no arithmetic could keep tab
| "n the countless dollars spent by our
| then citizen Westinghouse or of tn
countless lives he saved. for it wGs the
railroad brake Of his invention that
! turned the Aladdin triclt--and now he
! has gone to that wonder place where
| god has no buying value. but where his
gift to humanity will make him rich
! forever and eve.
; SO memory. cro"sing the bridge OF
time, from that day to this. brings one
I battered old trunk that bears On it's lid
. letters that spell TIE name:
George Westinghouse"
Which helps 10 show that when it
com"s to freaky jumps Fate IS regular
kangaroo.
TEAR Around the City: My Mary
Ann" in tire columns Of The Sun
day Star brought to my lips strain
Df melody and g Bit of GogGer.l no.
heard or thought Of for half a cen
Jury My Mary Ann" was sung by :.
big brother with a superb tenor voice
, who sang everything. from Victor
Hugo's love song t. his wife to A II
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