Evening star., 1923-08-19

morning paper except tnaL the
automatic pay rack was empty. AL
most Immediately boy~about six
teen-came along with a, neatly fold
ed newspaper which he placed on the
rack, and was going on when the
woman asked il she could have it.
He smiled acceptance. but refused
the offered pennies. which she dropped
in the slot. Another boy. apparently
the manager of the rack. explained
that the elder boy did that nearly
every morning.
First he buys a paper Then he
reads It and puts it back SO / can sell
1t again He knows I need the money"
Which is just a shred of proof that
the aforementioned millennium isn't
coming. 1t is already here. To be
officially exact. il has always been
around. only not in a. lump. Loose
bits OF the big whole are scattered
all over creation like the pieces of
JigSaw puzzle that We haven't fitted
together-yet And all of US. count
ing you and me and everybody, are
working at the big scheme, off and
on. fitting in a. kindness here and a
sacrifice there-but not any of US
making any observable headway be-
cause the design is SO intricate and
SO big.
For another worker there was a
man: He had stopped his car for q
bunch of small children to cross the
street when his interest was caught
small half of a yardstick-who hung
back because it wasn't any fun alta
playgroun' that madden any SAMPLE.
The man bobbed into the talk and
in half an hour he was at a telephone
arranging for load of sand to be
He had fitted another tiny piece
into the jigsaw puzzle. only he didn't
know IL, of course.
We never do.
4 SAILOR from a foreign ship
"a was strolling along the Avenue.
To be confdentially truthful, he
walked as straight as you or I, but
you have to bring in a suggestion of
bounding pillows. 1t is expected Of
YOU. So:
A sailor from a foreign ship was
rolling along the Avenue when a man
in a roadster called out:
'Tony, ahoy!'
The sailor stopped with the sudden
ness of a retriever, and a shiny, glad
look made his eyes look like mid
night suns. The man got out Of the
others arms. Then the home man gave
the sailor shoulder clinch and pilot
ed him to the car Both got In and
the machine whizzed OF. And that is
all there is to tell of that, except
Wouldn't you like to know the why
Of an intimacy that Rugged together
in closest comradeship two men SO
far apart socially as a cap-tilted COB
and a way-up member of the diplo-
matio corps?
You bet it would make q good story.
X Il 4 X
IF you like river full Of silver
| i rippIes, and ships at anchor, and
jungles OF gay weeds and scratching
hens-to say nothing of the value of
getting acquainted with the best navy
yard ever-it will pay to take a hike
some Of these Sunday mornings while
the world is wearing green.
Ono way of going Is to start from
the Capitol and follow the road the
British took that time in history, un-
til you come to an iron gate, with a
guard standing by. He will tell you.
in the nice way that sailors have, that
YOU can't come inside the fence, but IL
you want to get to the water, take
the path around. When you get to
the water you sec ships fast asleep in
the Sunday silence and q woodsy
shore beyond.
Then you como back to where you
started and the guard points out some
of the. wonders. of the inside world
that was created: at the time Of the
great war. And all the time he is
talking you wonder why he has to
stand before a gate when 1t is too
high for even Beanstalk Jack to
climb.
Back on the lawful street you are
lured by common, all bloomy with
weeds except for a nice dusty road
with ruts in it, just like deep in the
country. And there Il is you md q
hen like the one in the spelling book