Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1924-12-16

SShoSSfy' Win It's yellow mouse. IneTe
is an old man sweeping the side
walk. Residences appear on the
south side OF the street, white brick
houses. then three-story houses Of
red brick Open doors, with flights
OF stairs. seem to place them rather
as small apartments.
Now we are at Avon place, with
Montrose Park. beautiful, to the north,
Its east boundary adjoining the ceme-
terry, and with the Jackson School to
the south. Two small boys run away
from the school. Maybe they are
playing hookie!
Inside some class Is singing very
precisely behind the dark green
blinds. One-two-three-fou r-one- two
three-four. The voices Of the chill
dren are fresh and sweet
Next comes the Henry and Annie
Hurt Home for the Blind. Always
OF greatest usefulness, this institu-
ton last year received an additional
endowment. which will allow It to in
crease It's work as the years go by.
Somehow there does net seem to be
a greater work than this for the
blind. To me and to you, as we walk
along r street, the scene flashes with
color. There Is the green Of the
trees. the fading tones OF the grass
the gray of the street. the red Of
bricks. the blue Of the sky, the gold
of sunlight across the pavement.
To the blind there Is nothing in all
this but faded memory, or lacking
that. mere mental concept Have
you ever placed your hands over
your eyes and tried to imagine what
1t must be like to be blind? II you
nave, you know that you have quick
ly opened them again.
The blind. however, cannot take
their hands away
Did | not tell you that I would
place before you today life and death?
Hero rs homo with the sign of
mourning on the front door. not the
purple, entwined with white flowers.
We walk along a city street, we gee
mourning on the door, we walk on.
Ihat ends 1T for us. But 1T does not
end 1t for those in that house. But,
at the least. we can look with. sym,
pathy. @ z
Here we are at Thirty first street,
where the rubber-neck wagons turn
down Those big red houses on the
corner are too big-it must take Is
tons of coal to heat them-I5 tons at
SIS ton make $40 a season.
And here We are at Thirty second
street. Over there lies perhaps the
prettiest block In Washington. extending
along the north side Of r street from
Thirty-second street to Wisconsin ave-
nut. Any Mdwestern city can show
miles like 1t, but Washington has few
such blocks in the city proper, with
houses. well back from the sidewalk,
separated one from the other by COM
paratively wide lawns -.,-
There are, eight of these homes
broad and square, some of brick,
some Of frame, with wide verandas
one particularly pleasing Is of brick
with bright green shutters.
Here We are at crooked Wisconsin
avenue. There is the old reservoir
on the corner. Across the street is
the Dumoarton Club. Past Thirty
fourth street--there is no Thirty
third here-are rows OF houses of
yellow brick
Here at the northeast corner of
Thirty-fifth and R streets one can look
north and slightly east across a va
cant lot and see the dome OF the
Naval Observatory plainly. There
are scores living in this neighborhood
who never yet have noticed this pos
81 utility --s' .-
/ wonder how many students at the
Western High School, just across the
street, ever have glimpsed the white.
are too busy .-hurryingr back r and
forth or drilling in the streets.
Surely there is nothing more Zero
clous in nature than a high school
cadet ofticer. But his bark is worse
than his bite, thank heaven, else half
OF the company would be in the
Ruardhouse before night