Evening star., 1925-02-20
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. 7RACENELL.

, legs, which were very long and so ex-
posed. below her blue serge skirt,
which struck her squarely across the
knees.
Two men just across the aisle found
themselves compelled to look At the
brown stockings. 1t was amusing TO
watch their faces. First they would
look around, as II to see II others
| were watching them, then they wouid
/, look.
One of the men had a. typical
sports face, the kind you see out
at the race track. He wore dapper
light brown overcoat, and a 5ust-so
felt hat, and muffier. and all that.
A big diamond shone on his left
hand, a tremendous stone, probably a
carat or two. What on earth any
| man would want to wear ring such
| as that Is hard to fathom, but some
of them undoubtedly do.
II was his face that interested most
| 1t was Of a bulldog cast. sort of pull
ed down at the mouth, which was set
| squarely across a tanned countenance
and seemed to be determined to hide
secrets.
| Some folks have that experience
wise, wise, wise, as II they knew a
great deal, and were not going to tel
| you thing. 1t is interesting to
| wonder just how much they do know
probably 1t is very little. and that lit
| tie not worth knowing.
| His eyes were of the so-called pig
variety, little and plack. darting here
and there-mostly there-as If de-
! termined to see a lot for his money
His companion-in-gaz was an al.
most opposite type. Where the other
was slick. this younger man was
sloppy. That was about the only
| word to fit him. His overcoat was
much too large. his hat was too small
| his muff1er was not clean, his face was
not clear.
! His skin was puffy, his eyes were
| iimped and brown. He seemed ter
ribly ashamed of himself. as If afraid
the cheap sport would catch him at 1t
| Finally, the sport did catch him al
it, but nothing very terrible happened
remarks, interlarded with grins.
! The innocent cause of all this, ir
the meanwhile, sat across the aisle
| looking II she wished her skirt
were about a yard longer, as well II
might have been.
A large lady with face like q
| frog sat working crossword puzzles
Two more high school girls were
reading a small magazine between
| them. now ana tnen breaking fnt(
loud giggles.
| Across from them sat another high
school child, with light hair and blu,
eyes. Essential decency went ou
from her like benediction. Sh.
would not have been able to see a
thing funny in that magazine. An,
harm that there was in 1t would hav,
| rolled off her like water off a duck:
| back. Some children are lucky.
| The scene changes swiftly TO
room hung with family photographs
| Here an old man, here an old woma n
here a child. They are old photo
graphs, but still hold their color o.
yesteryear, and CLEAN with life still
1t is not until the beholder begin.
| to think that he realizes that thes,
are all the faces of the dead, thes,
pictures hung here in memory.
| Gone, gone, those old familia
| faces"
The sound of the voices are still
| and the touch of those vanished hand!
will come no more. But the faces
ah, the faces-they gleam in mem
ory's light, called up by the sight o.
those photographs.
Faces are not so easily forgot. No
Charles Lamb, you were wrong, fol
once. The old familiar faces are no
gone entirely. For the magic of &
| face we have once loved never dies.