Evening star., 1924-11-03

| gone to bed with the chickens, such
man comes to have stolid look
about his face, because he uncon-
sciously reflects the face of the land
The land does not get all excited
because an airplane flies over it. The
rock-ribbed hills showed no particu-
| lar excitement when the ZR-3 flew
overhead. Some way or other the
cosmos of Autumn, bright flower OF
windy days, pays no particular at
tention to the speeches Of the candi-
dates.
There is something tranquil, yet
vivid. restful yet exciting, about Ma
ture and all her ways that sinks
into the soul of the countryman and
also into the heart of the city man
who cannot-or will not-forget the
days Of his youth.
That is why rich men, if they have
ahy sense, get themselves country
places, where they may take them
selves when the atmosphere of the
metropolis tends to Suffocate them
That is why those who are not
| rich love the parks of the city
That is why even visit to great
market is a refreshing experience
1t may seern an everyday thing, and
SO it is II one visits it in the spirit
of the money changers. If he hold
fast to the truth, however, he will
| realize, although it may be in an ut
terly subconscious way, that here
too, he finds the men and women OF
the country, and the things they
have grown, and the spirit of their
growing.
There is a peony grower by the
name. of Farr who advertised his
blooms:
Better peonies by Farr.'
Another peony eulturist, by the
name of Gumm, thereupon advertised
his as follows:
Better peonies by Gumm.'
Speaking in all reverence, it seems
to me the rest of the peony growers
of the country might advertise their
peonies simply:
Better peonies~by Cod
Here in Center Market there are
bushels of sermons in carrots, fresh
from the hands of the Creator. every
| one bearing Gods signature i'll un-
| mista kable terms.
These bright yellow chrysanthe-
| NUNS preach more eloquently than
any minister I ever heard. We came
to the market to get some string
beans, and we go away hugging a
wonderful sermon in flowers.
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In the outdoor stands along the
south wall of the market sit country
men and women. Some of them are
sleepy. Yonder old NANNY, with
placid, severe face beneath steel
trimmed spectacles, is sound asleep
among her vases of flowers, and arm
fuls of red oak leaves.
over there typical nanny is
smoking Il corncob pipe. The odor of
tobacco mingles pleasantly with the
pungent odor of horse -radish that
watts out of the market
Here comes procession of cats
headed by a gray tiger cat, his sides
bulging. They say Washington has
the finest tiger cats of any city in
the world. Behind the tiger comes a
white whiskers, while in the rear
marches cat whose coat is nearer
green than any other color
What a paradise this market area
| must be for felines. No wonder their
sides bulge. what with scraps OF
meat from the Stands, and bits of fish
from the stalls where fresh fish are
kept on ice along Commission row
See the Jack OLantern, made of an
| enormous pumpkin, with a long car
rot stuck in its face for a nose.
How much is this?" asks a pretty
lady of a motherly looking mark ct
woman.
'One dollar, dear" replies the
| woman, her bright, blue eyes smiling.
Some people can say things like
that to utter strangers without
offending. Have I not said she was a
country woman?