Evening star., 1925-10-18

inspiration OF the cldss. LAC
and withered arm might have been
leaden pipe but at the first touch OF
bandage 1t took on the Atmosphere
of wounded soldier-an object les
son that no student could forget.
When the course was through, ana
the doctor had awarded TO tne hllie
person certificate as to ablhly III
the matter of surgical dressings any
so on she kept in training oy pall,i
aging all arms and legs kindly lrieilus
would stand for. until--Just as she
was on the alert for Il war caii-'iie
armistice came along.
That was about seven years ago
and the doctor, Adam Bone, and the
surgical dressings were all slowed
away on a back shelf of memory, SO
much knowledge gone to waste
until all of a sudden, last week. a
direful emergency brought 1t to the
front. A pipe had sprung leak!
The small persona home-loving
body with a pretty house or her own
gasped a phone call to her plumDer'
but--you know about plumbers, so
rushed always you have to wait your
Iurn-and there was that pipe leak
ing, drip, drip, drip
ReinE a resourceful small person,
she investigated the pipe, and the
leaden look of 1t suggested Adam
Bone. And Adam Bone suggested
bandages; so:
She turned the water off, got out
her plaster, rags and so on, ana Went
to work on the leaden pipe as II II
had been Adams leaden arm, and
YOU know how we can work ourselves
up into emotional heights - the
wounded pipe became soldier ana
the leaking water so many drops OF
blood.
And after the treatment was over
the plaster laid on with gentle surety
and the steriliZed batting and SOFT
strips of linen crossed and recrossed
and wound around until the first ald-
ing was done to a turn-the same as
If 1t had been leaden Adam Bone In
stead Of leaden pipe-the small per-
son turned on the water, and, 10,
she was able to use that pipe until
the plumber took charge-a matter
of several days.
Which seems to prove-allowing no
one objects-that no matter how we
discard an apparently useless some
thing in a cobwebby corner of the
family attic, or the dusty top shelf
of memory'S has been.' 1t will be
sure to come In handy at the end of
seven years. Unless, of course, 1t
doesn't. You really never can tell.
THAT French lecturer is entirely
mistaken about human nature
having gone out of fashion 1t Is
still in style, good, bad, but never in
different-provided you get the right
slant.
A man who was smoking at his
front door last Sunday as his wife
passed out on her way to church
called after her in what he doubtless
= rat
was nothing short of desire to say
something disagreeable for the sake
of enjoying his words:
"Off to church, huh? What's the
use? Doesn't make you any better
Cor going that can Sec
Church is the place for sinners" "
The woman said 1t with the cheerful
philosophy that accepts brick now
and then for the sake of an occasional
bouquet. And don't leave the door
open when you go in-its right chilly
this morning.
The husband, conscious of another
mana roomer-in the vestibule on
his way out-voiced a second pleas
entry by way of farewell:
THE way you women race to
church gets me-groves We're Gods
first temples" but the wife was
on her way.
The roomer passed out onto the
step and the man shook the ashes
from his cigar and proffered a word
OF advice:
Best woman ever lived. When
you get ready to marry. son, be sure
and choose a churchgoer. AS long as
a wife keeps up to her spiritual be-
Iiefs she is all right. I've been mar
ried 10 years, and I know
But you just told her the groves
were"
The husband grinned, and the
roomer, with the right kind of smile,
went somewhere for his breakfast.
cept that you may have noticed
that
People who Scorn churchgofng
have a chronic habit of telling those
who do go that the groves We're Gods
first temples. This is a beautiful
fact, but, also, you must have OBJ
served that those who advocate ex-
elusive worship in natures cathedrals
never go to the woods except when
the weather is just right for picnics.
If they are what jaZzy gents call
classy" they will clinch their argu-
ment by telling You to look at the
Druids. AS most of us are too brain
full Of everyday goings-on to keep
tab on those wayback pagans in
white robes and leaf crowns who
used to ring around -a-rosy under
mighty oaks and kowtow to fires they
had built on rustic altarS, we let 1t
20 at that. forgetting. usually, to re-
mark that to look at Druids when
their rites included human sacrifices
was not a pleasant sight.
Nature must have meant more than
coadWood and lumber when she gave
us those first temples, and, as we are
assured that nothing that has lived
can ever die, it may bet may be
that after We have fought the battle
we call life, and our leaf green
streets have become for US things
that were but are not, we may be
able to say with that other dying
Let us cross over the river and
rest under the shade of the trees"
But in the meantime:
The French lecture man was all
wrong about human nature having
gone bye-bye. For one instance:
Consider the Sunday morning man.
X X
a T the base Of the Columbus Mon
ument today a wreath bears tes-
timony to the splendid fact that the
great mariner was the discoverer OF
a world we call our own. Clothed In
the white majesty of marble. he
stands at the PROV of his vessel, but
jn the eyes that look outward, there
is no reminder of a past that knew
him as an adventurer into unknown
deeps; his gaze Is fixed on the sea
of Time, and the remoteness of ex-
preston shows that he has entered
that Valhalla of the classics we know
as the world of art. Sculpture has