Evening star., 1925-03-04

/ don't have to get any verifcation.
You carry your own score card with
you. and where you drive YOU know
yourself. or course, II won't do to
| come back to the office with reports
of a record score, when you have
nobody to vouch for II except the
| caddy. 1t always pays to have wit
You ought to get a radio, old
man. II gives you something to do
at home"
Golf gives you something to do
out doors. Say, did you ever try
to walk by yourself? Bores you to
! tears. But when you walk at golf.
you have some one to. talk to, and
something to do, whacking a ball
around, and so on"
Il aM u
I'nlearned. he knew no schoolmsn's subtle art,
No language. hut the language Of the heart.
This language OF the heart. then.
is what shines above the words of
such friendly conversations as ]
have detailed here.
Each man Is interested in what he
does. what he likes, what occupies
his time. 1t is useless to expect
anything else. This is nature. This
Is life. This is what makes the world
go round.
lake -dWAy d ildH
you take away the man as long
as one has enthusiasm for his task,
he can, put up a most tolerable I'M
itation of liking 1t. He can do better
than that. He actually can like 1t!
The happiest man in the world is
he who is doing what he loves to do.
So there can be no kick, then,
against the general run of men for
not being what is called, in polite
society, good conversationalists.
If Tom Jones were a good conver-
sationalist, he would not be Jones
he would be Oliver Wendell Holmes.
the "autocrat of the breakfast table"
l have always suspected that the
genial Holmes must have been an
intolerable old bore. We probably
have the best Of him in his books
his poems and stories. As a conver-
sationalist, he must have been a sort
OF little tin god.
Holmes did not talk In the manner
of the conversations detailed from
life above. Not he, He was q real
conversationalst, who turned a neat
phrase, was properly grammatical and
who adorned all he deigned to touch.
He gracefully steered the CONVERSE
tion so that there was no instance,
at his table, of two men, both talking
upon separate topics, each interested
only in his own line" each paying
practically no attention to the talk
of the other.
How many readers, by the way,
have read Elsie VennerT' This great
novel by oliver Wendell Holmes re-
mains a good seller to this day. as
indeed, it deserves to be. The story
of the rattle -snaked. obsessed Elsie is
a masterful one.
The darker side of the tale is re-
iieved by many humorous touches.
writer Of the "One Hoss Shay" and
THE Last Leaf" The account of
the first ice cream party in America
Is inimitable
The average man. of course. is not
another Oliver Wendell Holmes.
He is just Bill Smitherington, or
J. Lester Smacker. one who earns his
right to incumber the earth for
while by knowing a bit more about
mathematics than the rest of US. the
other who performs a like feat and
achieves a similar result by being
able to toot. saxophone in an ac-
ceptable manner while bipeds of the
male and female persuasion cavort
to his tootings
1T is a grand day, Smithy.'' you
say, out of the fullness of your heart.
Yea" says Smitherington. Say,
have you got your income tax return
in yet?'
Spring is on It's way, Lester, old
top" you chortle. pleasantly.
Yes" replies J. Lester. "Say, have
you heard that big new fox-trot,
'Palpitating Mammal