Evening star., 1922-06-18
r. OUND: One golf ball.
- 1t was lying in the gutter that
rims the New Museum from the

lf you are not acquainted with golf
balls, the finding of the first one you
ever saw means an exciting moment.
though pictorially it wasn't much to
look ADJUST weather-beaten sphere
breath larger than sycamore ball
pock- marked all over, and with side
cash due. doubtless. to the whack of
some driver that had landed the thing
i'll the gutter where down -and-outs
mostly belong. And yet:
There is no sign of hole or bunker
in the prairie stretches of the Smith
sonian grounds. and as nothing less
than Il kick from the seven-league
boots of the giant of fairyland could
drive ball from government course
to museum steps-lo. the problem of
the missing link"
Had the finder been a party by the
name of Cuvier he would have sized
up the battered derelict as the origi-
nal ball teed off by the Dutchman who
invented 'kolf' and very properly on
its way to the museum as a befitting
abode-maybe. And good old Sher-
lock would have deduced the cash as
d survival of the licking it got that
ment wouldn't let Edinburgh golfers
play on the Sabbath-rememeber For
proof he could show you that the
scar is rampant today, though the
poor blue laws have to stand by and
see churches hold extra services for
the convenience of the 9S0.000 golfers
Of this country who want their Sum
day game.
Being Il mere everyday. no-account
finder, the woman who picked the
ball from the butter surmised that
it had been dropped from some auto
mobile.
SO she took it to a big room seven
stories in the air and passed it over
to an expert. who knew 1t on sight as
a cheap make that didn't wear well.
And that explained everything-ex-
cept the missing link.
THE Capitol grounds-Washing-
toms truly village green. where
men and women can find more free
attractions than are to be had at any
pay resort in the District-bar none:
Scenically it is a fairyland of snowy
marble far-reaching greenery and
big. leafy trees. There Is silky-soft
grass to lounge on, or, II that be un-
fitting your dignity Of station or. sub
rosa, stiffness of bones. you can take
your choice OF stone coping bleach
ers, where. surrounded by beauty.
breezes and Aladdin jeweled lights,
you can view the pageant of the peo-
pie On they come-tourists, Sam
Brown belts, sailor caps, bobbed flap
pers. families with babies in tow,
more fappers and flappers and count
less men and women, in singles. two
somes and foursomes-al glad for
the dusk-gray twilight that refreshes
souls and bodies after the glare and
grind of the day.
Out in the vastness of asphalt that
rrays up to the Capitol steps auto
mobiles sizzle multitudinously, like
the firefies you see darting over a
country pond in the twilight-and
though automobiles are a nuisance
unless you own one. the flame OF their
glass-lidded eyes adds a razzle-dazzie
glamour to the show.
For a side trip there is the Library
OF Congress across the green, ana
when you have taken in the splen-
did white majesty of this marble
stronghold of the literature of the
ages. have descended the snowy
downrush of steps and visioned the
names of the three architects immor-
talized in gold on the marble OF
pillared arch. you might pause mo-
ment to consider the inscrutaolilty
~ circumstance that has placed the
greatest of these three in nameless
grave out at Mount Olivet-the gift
of a woman he did not know-and
whose other gift on Decoration DAY
was a golden dandelion growing close
to the golden dome.
If your city-fagged brain calls for
meadowland and quiet trail. there Is
a countrywide road that leads to the
Union Station. with daisies and long
fringed grasses growing by the way
Also there is the lure of the seashore
for thirsty eyes-the Columbus foun-
tain is brimfull of water that looks
clear and cool and deep. Under the
fieurehead of the vessel three bathing
trunked youngsters were splashing
the other twilight, their callow bodles
of pearly tenderness not yet tanned
by bathing beach and sun. A kindly
policeman passed with an absent
mindedness that saw nothing, unless a
vision of his own boyhood swimmings.
until-presto change: A tiny tad OF the
height known to unofficial measurement
as "knee high to a grasshopper" strad-
died over the rim into water that hid
him to his breast. Whereupon the
policeman took on the majesty Of the
law.
Get out of there, boys. Some of
you might drown"
As they shook themselves like
dripping spaniels it came to you
somehow that the great mariner at
the vessels prov was seeing in those
boys the outcome of a voyage he
made long and long ago to find
nameless country in an uncharted sea.
Also, again, there is the other
fountain in the Senate office building
quadrangle, where tiniest kiddies
frolic by permission Of statesmen.
who like to watch them from office
windows insight. unseen - but
enough is enough for one time.
WHEN grandma was girl-and
w when you also were that same
tiny people loved to put on grown
up dresses and play at lady" Re-
member? Children of the imme
aiata pow arc barred from that low