Evening star., 1922-04-16

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because Of the green ana baos-
SONY parkings In front OF
nearly every door. Today, most Of
these parkings are fenced-in deserts
without the grace Of sagebrush-for
why? A man in tho market Will tell
you:
TT used to be that about this time
In April men and women wouiu ~
banked around the stands to ouy
grass seeds and every sort OF gay
little plant for the home garden: II
was great pride to them. quite !
profit for the trade and an all-arouno
pleasure for the passersby. but tne
water meter put an end to II. aver.
age folks can't afford to turn the
hose, ON garden and pavement when
every drop OF water means money
and scarce, at that! 1t seems to me
that with all this talk about the
Great Fallsg water project, someoouy
might put in a word for the beauty
Of the town and the pleasure ana
make quite a fuss over high-priced
bouquets and any flower that costs a
lot of money, but. generally speak
ing, 1t Is the average working class
that love posies enough to grow tnem.
It Is a wholesome pleasure that they
the District would see 1t that way"
A BOvE the green heights OF the
= Southeast there are streets that
trail beyond the area of hne resi-
dences until they reach q section OF
unpretentious homes. Most of the
houses are small: many have pretty
bits of gardens and apparently all
are occupied by owners who have
earned every brick and scantltng by
scriptural sweat Of the brow" On
q Sunday q woman whose church-go-
ing was over before breakfast 6trolled
along that way in the blossomy sun
shine.
A man In overalls was coating his
roof with red paint, and 1t seemed
to the woman that no artist that
ever lived could have dabbed canvas
with more rapture than the overall
man dabbed tin.
Down the street another man was
fixing screens in the front windows
while the family looked on. Around
a corner OF another house q man was
green-painting lath trellis- Across
q street another man was shipping
the early grass.
Down another street tho woman
CtAIEc 10 u bHC".Wull6 SO OlQ
that its sides were vined to the roof
with shadowy beginnings that will
blossom into a lavender glory of wis
taria some day soon. With the house
went q country sort of garden, all
grass and shiny box and one big tree.
An ancient man was whitewashing
the pailtngs. He was such nice an
cient man that when he noticed that
the woman was interested in the gar
den and the big tree and In all the
bushes and blossoms that were Just
beginning to take notice. he smiled
and asked her II she would like q
crocus: The woman has a cranky no.
ton that flowers like to live their
lives, so she told him so, and his
smile radiated into q sunbeam:
That's the way my wife and feel
about it. We like to cut them for the
selves, we feel that after a flower
has had to wait a whole year in the
ground before it can bloom, 1t likes
to stay on its stem. Yes. we think
it's pretty old place and seems to
me we two get fonder of 1t every
I always take my Sundays to potter
around and do little odd jobs about
the house and yard.
you know the doctors tell us that
any change Is a rest and don't know
what we laboring men would do with
man and I get mighty tired Of in
doors all week. The Divine Father
was thoughtful Of our needs when He
declared that tho Sabbath was made
for man and not man for the Sab.
bath"
He said It With the reverence Of one
who believed.
And as the woman turned on her
way back in the blossomy sunshine,
past the man who was cutting grass
and the man who was green-paintinG
q lath trellis and the man who was
fixing screens and the man who was
painting his roof. 1t seemed to her
ism OF a voice, and that the voice was
saying:
'The Sabbath was made for man.
CONSIDER the circle Of brass figures
bedied in the entrance hall Of the
Library of Congress:
Carvings fresooes and snowy Pill
lars may become 5ostled blur to
body-fagged tourists, but the stgns
Of tho Zodiac provide an always re-
liable thrill for sightssers, who walk
around and over It without any
obvious awareness that they arc
treading the way Of the stars The
travelling public, as a rule. is not ON
academic terms with the belt Of tho
trippers are concerned, the ancient
Chaldaens lived in vain. You can
toll II you go to the Library often
enough to md out. Most visitors
express frank ignorance, but, natur-
ally. there are others who display