Evening star., 1923-05-13
Heard and Seen
Take the case of Bill.
He has no "smeller."

He was born without olifactory
senses. To him, truly. a rose by any
other name would smell as sweet, be-
cause it has no odor anyway.
Violets mean nothing whatever to
Bill. Nor do onions. Perfumes are
only 60 much water; lilac bushes are
just pretty flowers; beefsteak only
something to eat.
The whole world Of smells. both
good and bad. is something to him
| incomprehensible. If a person COM
plains to him of the odor of for
| maldehyde, Bill cannot join in the
| complaint, because he does not smell
! it.
He feels the breeze at the seashore,
| but misses that wonderful tang of
| salt air. He can drink in the beauty
of a spring night, but that fresh,
rainy smell is lost to him forever.
Sights and sounds are his. and the
sense of touch, but he cannot stick
his nose into anything to much good
purpose. Some. no doubt, will say he
is blessed and others that he is
cursed but Bill is a philosopher and
has no particular feelings about it
one way or other.
NO. can't smell anything" he
says, and lets it go at that.
!;
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With the great Shrine convention
| in the off1ng, it may not be amiss to
express the hope that automobilists
will use more discretion in running
in front of street cars than that many
of them have displayed recently.
On no less than twelve separate
occasions within the past two weeks
7 have seen automobiles deliberately
squirt in front of street cars, the
drivers evidently depending upon the
street car motorman to stop his car.
Such mad dashes, for no purpose
and to no good end, fail to result in
accident solely because the street.
car operator has no desire to have a
collision chalked up against his
record.
But justice would be served in some
such cases. according to my observa-
tion, if the motorman calmly let his
car drive squarely into the automo-
bile. Maybe a few such smashings
would teach reckless men a needed
lesson.
Don LOOK * the light.
So the blind Gays. The screen is
used by worlesrs with the electric
torch who are to be seen now and
then on the street railway tracks.
1t is n safe bet that every man,
woman and o4kld who reads that
light. just to see how bright it is.
The men with the torch use gog-
gles. The screen is put up. with its
glare out of the eyes of spectators.
But do they mind it? They do not!
Practically without exception all
crane their necks to get a peek be-
really is ali that D14ght. they
quickly find that it Is something like
looking at the sun itself. When you
first look you think you can i>ok as
long as you want, but you soon see
that it cannot be done. This is one
case i'll which discretion is truly bet
ter than valor.
Stirling Kerr, secretary of the local
Scottish Rite, has a distinction which
perhaps few people in Washington
can equal.
At one time in his younger days
he was a wrestler and chess player
at the same time. 1t is to be doubted
if there ever was another case in
the District of champion matt ar
tist being at the same time an excel
lent chess player.
Wrestling and chess are a bit diff
ferent But they are alike in one
thing. Both bring into play the de-
sire to win. A wrestler goes to the
matt to down his foe. and a chess
player TO the board to checkmate
his opponent. One uses muscle and
the other brains. The eternal call OF
victory urges both wrestler and chess
' CHARLES L. TRACEWELL !,