Evening star., 1924-10-06
THIS AND THAT
BY c. E. TRACEWELL.

Autumn brings memories to most
of us, memories of days long past
scenes vanished, persons scattered tc
the four winds of heaven and earth
Something there is about the frs,
yellow leaves Of fall that strikes into
the heart. 1t was this feeling. nc
doubt, that induced Bryant to write
his lines beginning:
The melancholy days have come. the saddest
OF the year
OF wailing winds. and naked woods, and
meadows brown and scar.
Life since Bryant's day has taker
on bit more cheerfulness, with its
golf, motion pictures, radio, foot ball
and other wholesome indoor and out.
door sports, so that Autumn no
longer can be classed as exactly
melancholy"
Yet something of that feeling re.
mains in the hearts of all to whom
the frst days recall past scenes
Usually they are scenes associated
with ones youth and it is true tina,
often such thoughts are melancholy
what gigantic sorrows the sorrows
or youth were, A sensitive child goes
through more, in its adjustment
years, getting used to this grea,
world in which it finds itself than i,
Will later. in many instances.
wherefore, when we see the chill
oren trooping of to school we ought
to think great deal of the indi-
vidual child, as well as of the child
in the mass and of the lack of school
rooms and school buildings and
teachers and money
When the child is out of focus with
the school the whole school system
Is wasted, as far as that child Is
concerned. Let us remember that.
X X *
Autumn brings back to me every
year, without fail. the memory of m
lost books. This will be of interest
not because of me, but because the
recital will recall to each reader his
own memories Of Autumn.
To one. the smell of Fall leaves will
bring back. with ever-returnine
Autumn, days spent on the farm, per.
haps. or in the little country village
before the sophisticated writer's had
turned their attention to Main street
To another the sight of turning
leaves. with their yeIlows and reds
Will bring back scenes in a far-away
city. streets not like those in Wash
ington, but still like them, since
streets are streets. and people are
people much the same our whole
broad land over
1t Is the Autumn wind that recalls
to me the lost books of childhood
At the seashore wind is in it's zenith
There 1t comes whipping in from the
great deepS and the little deeps
picking up the salt tang of the
great open spaces" that existed lone
before the motion picture producers
got next to them.
If the SaaShnra
my books now classified as lost
They branded themselves upon my
memory. during those early years
never to be erased, although the
actual copies are gone years ago.
New copies could not take their
places. i tried ii in one instance
and the thing proved a miserable
failure. Therefore let them be lost
That is the best way to keep them
forever.
Grimms and Andersen's Fairy Tales
the former in bright blue and the
latter in bright red, were the first
books to disappear.
Truly the child who has not had a
fine copy of these true classics has
missed d great deal in the world
This is something that after years
! cannot give one. No matter how
much money one makes, or wha'
honor comes to him, it cannot make
up for losing the fairy tales.
Certainly there are some who think
that fairy tales are not necessary ir
the education of children. They are
quite necessary, however, in tina,
larger education which is termed liv-
ing, in that they give scope to the
imagination. and develop that facult!
more than any other one thing. Ano
to possess real imagination is some
thing the world needs today, as it al
ways has needed it.
where there is no vision the peo-
pie perish" That quotation is used
Sn much it seems trite. but perhaps