Evening star., 1924-09-05
THIS AND THAT
BY G. T.. TRACEWELL.

| The blessed morn has come again:
- lhe early gray
Taps at the sumherer's window pane
| And seems to say:
Break. break from the enchsnter's chain.
Away, away!
Dawn in Estey alley comes on so
slowly. 50 gradually, it seems as If
a celestial "listener-in" were tuning
a radio receiving set, his hands care
| fully revolving the dials to get a
| desired station.
| AS the far-off fingers creep the
great dial of heaven and earth around
over the face of creation. a balance
| is attained between transmitting sta
| ton and receiver, resulting in earth
| being "in tune" with heaven.
! At least. that is the feeling one has
when dawn comes on in Estey alley,
| changing dim and ShadoWy back
yards into things of green. pink and
| gold, causing houses to stand out
where mere masses were before. and
windows to show up with their little
| panes and waving curtains
| Slow buds the pink dawn like q rose
From out nights gray and cloudy sheath; !;
Softly and still it grows and grows,
Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.
| The first person to wake in Estey
alley was a baby. Now some folks do
! not look upon babies as persons"
! Some there be, and sensible ones, too.
| who declare that a baby is not d
| human being until it can talk and
walk.
| But the first baby to wake in Estey
| alley, charming spot in the valley,
| is distinctly a person. He-or she
| this morning was doing moIe than
! thousands of grown-upS do.
Whatever NAV he the reason for it
| the average person. old or young,
| wakes up with d crouch. Not until
| he has had his breakfast does he
| thrill up to the cheer of the new day.
Not so this baby.
! Although it is pitch dark yet, the
baby starts to laugh and crow. He
| is over there across the alley some
place, in one of those upper rooms
with the three windows side by side.
He chortIes to himself, his voice
! sounding gigantic in tho universal
calm that spreads over the alley and
| homes. This is a different sort of
| baby, evidently, than the average
child. the type used by Tennyson
| when he spoke of "an infant crying
| in the night"
1t is night, but this Estey alley
is laughing. He is goo-gooing to
| himself. mirthful without reason, for
| he needs none. He is in close touch
| with infinite things. Perhaps he re-
members the place from whence he
| so recently came, where he was safe,
| with no worries and cares. 1t was
| dark there.
| who is afraid of the dark" this
| baby seems to say. Wonderful, d1f-
| ferent baby.
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Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain top
| A milkman, friend of babies and
men, comes down the alley with
wire basket filled with bottles. His
| wagon is down at the other end.
1 wonder why any man takes up
the job of milkman; but what would
we do without them? That mighty
American dish. breakfast food. would
be distinctly impossible were it not
| for the visits of the milkman, who
| leaves fresh milk on our doorstep.
Whatever the weather. the milk
! man comes along as regularly as
dawn itself. Pride of occupation is
here, too. In snowy weather the milk
man is proud to push his wagon
| through the drifts. His job is to put
the proper order on the proper steps.
Whether it rain or snow, hail or sieet,
or is fair and clear the milk must De
delivered. Among the everyday work
ers in a great city much must be
said for the milkman.
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The Summer morn is bright and fresh.
The birds are dart!ng by
As if they loved to breast the breeze
That sweeps the cool, clear sky
The sky may be cool up there
where the poet has placed his birds
but down here in the alley only
ftful breeze blows.
1t is not hot. however. The cool
of morning is one of the delightful
| things that all can enjoy. whether
poor man or rich man. Even in the
hottest and stuffiest place 1t is cooler
| at 6 am. than at any other time OF
| the day.
Here in Estey alley it is necessary
| to pull up more covering. Who wouio
turn over to snooze again, however,
when the spectacle Of the dawn is
Just outside the window?
Gradually the gray lifts, the
laughing baby is quiet. Only the
chirp, chirp of birds and the cease
less drone of busy insects are to be
heard The last clank and clink of
the milkman's bottles has vanished.
Rosy light fiushes hte east, cast
ing a reflection on the western hills,
with their giant trees standing so
brave against the sky. Those trees
were there when George Washington
first saw these hills. SO came morn
ing on in his day. So it will come on
in days to come, when we are gone
| where Washington is.
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But look the morn in russell mantle clad.
Walks DER the dew Of yon high eastern hill
Slowly Estey alley wakes.
Sam Jones' who has to get to work
early, is bustling around getting into
his clothes. while his good wife is
down in the kitchen.
Soon Sam will disappear from the
window, where he, too, has been en-
joying the dawn. with it's GOODNESS.
After eating his breakfast, he will
sally forth to get the car out of the
garage.
Slam! Bang! Tin garage doors
make an outrageous racket SO early
in the morning. Some day. when the
good propaganda for quiet in a city
takes effect, garage makers will sell
automobile stables with rubber pad