Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1923-06-17

~ time that the country people
around were getting up
] Sunday excursion to the Capital and
back On the farm where she was
stopping there was boy-about four
teen a Woodworking. soft-voiced.
wistful-eyed youngster. who drudged
along without taking more than
hungering sort of interest in the ex-
element, seeing he had no money
for a ticket. And as he was noun
| tain boy who had never seen any
thing more imposing than the frame
church ut the CROSSROADS. with bell
in the steeple, she felt that IL was
UP to her TO take a hand in the pro-
ceeding-so:
She gave the little fellow spending
change, arranged with a sympathetic
man excursionist to show him the
sights and see that he had good
dinner-and that was all she had to
+, do with the affair.
True to his business promise, the
guide towed his charge around but
after review of public buildings.
which the boy took in with a daZed
sort of acceptance, the man naturally
felt that it betokened an ignorance
100 uense LOT appreciation. But the
boy let him know better:
These are just houses and I live
in house. but / have never seen a
river or laid eyes on boat"
So the man took him to the navy
yard. and for the balance OF that day.
fairly drank in" the Potomac, and
! with an exhilaration of fear ad-
ventured on tug at anchor and in a
motor canoe that was rope-staked to
| the pier. 1T would have been a ride,
| except that the good-natured owner
couldn't persuade him to take it.
! There must have been an open shop
on the way to the cars. for when he
got home he gave the woman a gilt
cup and saucer of a size used at a
dolls tea party. But in the woman g
eyes ii was large enough to hold more
gratitude than the boy knew how to
voice.
That Potomac river is big field
OF ON, water t / didn't know a stream
and wet-but I'd go crazy-scared if
had to live near il at night. | feel
safer here at home. You know every
thing about mountain. but you can't
ten what's under the. top OF a river
like that"
! Il know what you mean, son. IF |
had to live on this mountain. where
couldn't see the river, my eyes
| would die OF thirst"
| All OF which would be nothing
| worth mentioning. except that IL ac-
counts for the pull of childhood's en-
Evironment. whether it be peak. desert
or the old swimming hole.
And which. perhaps. may explain
why homesick traveller should write
song called Home. Sweet Home"
! IF. you have ever called that fellow
chump, now is your time to apollo
gize. Because his real name is Plato.
This discovery comes by way of a
gentleman with an Absalomish stock
of hair, who has just organized a cult
to prove that people apparently slow
Of understanding are philosophers
not yet revealed. He was assisted the
other night by the hostess and an
other beaded lace lady. and by a lean
and lonesome looking man, who some
how conveyed the impression that he
did light housekeeping in his own
room and read books out Of print by
a lamp that smoked.
The audience filled every uphol-
stored chair in the parlor and a couple
OF cane-bottoms from the dining room
mot counting a pair of youngsters
| VINO sat on the sill of an open WIN
dow and paid no attention 10 what
! was going on. While the speaker
dug into his subject to ressurrect
geniuses whose homefolks had con-
! sidered them nitwits, the audience
displayed it's intimate touch with the
subject by mods and interchanges of
whispers: some of which were picked
up by a human radio on the side, like
this:
Il hope she'll give US something
hot; it's entirely too chilly for iced
tea. | wonder will she leave her fur
niture uncovered all summer? I've
had mine cased for a month. No
matter how YOU darken a room the
summer sun fades out delicate blues
like this. Yes, Lulie Is a clever girl,
but as homely as any beauty-contest
picture you ever laid eyes on-Sshh. .
l For the creator Of philosophers out
of brain-junk had finished. and was
this wise:
Prof. Blank will now give US "A New
Thought on Old Philosophy" with illus
trationS on the saxophone"
Making fun of worthy. well-inten-
toned people? Not by the classic Jug
tut. The entire lot of them were re-
hearsing community center COM
edy that you are expected to attend
| later on. seeing that the proceeds
for the "ad.''
All the same. a truly discovery of
urrevealed philosophers would be i'm
mensely useful. for the reason that 1t
would explain so many people.
| y
1T was a busy hour at the Library
i OF Congress. and one woman, hav-
ing turned in her slip and waited long
ienough to wonder how the dome got
itself busted: what the tourist-pubIic
moving around the gallery above
isI.
History picketed around, and whether
it was her watch or the giant clock
on the wall that was wrong by five
minutes, finally concentrated on the
man sitting next. He was an un-
! eventful appearing gentleman in a
neat suit. string tie and with a fairy
ring OF hair circling the bald spot
on top OF his head-who placed a
reserve" card between the pages of
his book and silently tipped away.
1t is always interesting to get a
| snap shot at the tastes of people
who show no earmarks of personality
| reached over and took possession
| Of a volume of odd bits Of Information
| with the card inserted at q page that
harked back to a paragraph from
London Punch, December 80, 1S4S. 1t
concerned rollickfng prophecy by
dear Tom Taylor. who jestingly pre-
dicted the things that science would
do for the service OF manufacturing
this:
Our attention has been called to
| an article Of gutta percha called the
telakon: a continuance, which could
bring home the opera to every 1adys
drawing room in London. Our domi-
Giles might be served with the liquid
notes Of Jenny Lind-then at parties
we should only have to turn on de-
lightful substitutes for & deal OF ex-
| IN rfp ost ha