Evening star., 1925-02-28

was! The air was baImy, the robins
| were singing, bluebirds hovered
around the -and-white bird
house in the backyard. 1t was a
May day pumped right down in
February.
Three bluebirds few TO the bird
house. One took up a position at
the north door, looking out, the other
took his stand at the south door,
looking south.
Then the othe bird cautiously peer
ed in the north door, flew. around
to the south door, looked in there
for while, as if suspicious of all
birdhouses.
Some way or other the domicile
did not satisfy Probably there were
not enough closets for Mrs. Bluebird,
or the janitor service did not seem
adequate.
Anyway, after a few more cautious
peeks, the three bluebirds flew away
over the fence, and that was the last
our alley saw them. Jack Spratt, the
cat, gnashed his teeth impotently at
them.
This was the day selected for a good
walk. The mile-a-day for six days
had done their work Already the
old legs were loosening up. The urge
for distance had come, as it does
to all walk ers.
Walking a mile calls for 2 miles.
and miles calls for 3, and 3 leads on
to 4, and but demands s. This is one
OF the beauties OF walking, and one of
the merits OF taking II by easy stages
Instead of getting ones self all sore
the walker arrives at the point where
the inner urge calls for longer dis
tances. The spirit grows by what 1t
feeds on. If one had plunged into
miles the first day he probably
would not be walking at all on the
seventh.
But, having held himself in check.
on sunday he was rearing to GO"
He felt capable Of walking at least
10 miles. In fact, once he did walk
10 miles. through the Sitting sands of
the seashore, where every step sunk
in. and where ziz-zag walking. in an
enort to find hard sand, proba bly,
added another miles. At the end Of
that hike, 1t is recalled, the hard
planks of the boardwalk seemed softer
than feather bed.
1t was a. gorgeous day. as the girls
say. We struck out Wisconsin ave-
nue., out along by the Naval Observa-
tory grounds, past the Industrial
Home School, on to the National Ca
thedral From the starting point to
the Cathedral was just one mile
This entire section-all of it decid-
edly uphill, ] may add-has seen a
tremendous growth In the last 10
years. Everywhere are new homes
The people were out Sunday, stroIllng
along.
We did not stroll. We walked We
hit II up past the Cathedral, on and
on, out to Friendship, just another
mile, making two miles. We roamed
around on 3Sth street and several
other streets Of the vicinity, looking
at the houses with the eyes of ex-
perts
We can spot a crack in stucco at
least mile off and are authorities on
roofs, whether tile, slate composition
shingle or tin. We prefer simple, un-
ostentatious houses and have no use
for that gaudy thing there in green,
red, yellow and few other colors
After rambling around for a while,
we turn southwark, being determined
not to overdo the thing. Anyway, our
legs are growing bit tired. BY the
time we get back, having covered ex-
actly Az miles-about Is holes on a
golf course-we admit our legs ache
bit
A good shower, however, takes out
the ache, and leaves us in good trim
for supper. That night we sleep un-
usually well. Guess there must be
something to this walking bunk, after
all