Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-07-25

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human doves:
wouldn't you hate millennium.
| of slackerS?"
| BY that time the car had stopped at
Seventh and the Avenue, ana the
dubs got out to wait for a transfer
/ going southwest. The subject in
hand must have kept step. for the
| husband-woma.n, looking across the
sunny asphalt to the grass and trees,
said to the other:
| "I never pass here that my memory
doesn't go back to the first days of
the war, when there was a recruit
ing station over in front of the
market-looking like a Christmas
card with its yule-green walls roof
edged with icicles and its holly red
/ days"
Across the snow from everywhere
came soldiers in the making; each of
him bearing a gift more royal than
| frankincense and myrrh young
| wives waiting outside for nesting hus-
| bands, each thrilled to the great adj
venture that was to give their re-
| spective Jimmies and Johnnies a
chance to show the Kaiser q thing or
two. / was one of those exhilarated
| young matrons--so / know.
II used to come every day to watch
| across from here, because I had no
right to the glory that was going on
| and having caught the inspiration of
the thing, found myself asking par
| don of humanity that I had no son
to give to its cause"
The spinIsterish dub added grin to
her confession to show that she knew
for herself how ridiculous it was, but
| the other dub patted her on the arm,
| which made 1t entirely right.
All of which is just to suggest that,
while the dove of peace h q beautiful
symbol there is also the eagle.
When we have breasted the tropi-
cal breakers of youth and drifted into
the cool zone of maturity, 1t 10 easy
| enough to talk peace, and, IL you are
lucky, get 1t, but
There Is always youth. And youth
will forever fight, as it forever loves
and eats and plays, because 1t Is it's
nature to. And it is this world-old
youth that makes us know that man
will never understand peace until he
| attains the peace that passeth under
standing. Youth and age. The eagle
and the dove.
A n all-day rain had washed the air
as clean as q baby's face-the
kind of baby that has a clean face.
The navy-blue sky was dabbed over
with patches of clouds, and in, the
middle of everything shining moon
cut wide swaths of light as IL bur-
rowed in and out of the cloud patches
on its ride across the sky. 1t was
the perfect end of a far from perfect
day.
It was such an unusual sky that
ward, and as that set others TO cram
ing necks, there was an assemblage
on one street out southeast way;
everybody interested in che odd
beauty OF the heavens-except for
one wifewoman, whose husband had
| lost her umbrella-and who was de-
| terTnined that people around should
| know IL. AT one relieving moment,
the man wedged in plea:
Forget it, can't you? I'll get you
| another"
where's the money TO come from?
Much as can do to squeeze along.
as it is
Say. old girl, don't tell the whole
| town-just look at this slxy-prettiest
sight I've seen for coon's age"
And bet it will pour down to-
morrow"
"oh, ring off. Somebody's on the
wire"
! He nudged her TO call attention to
a big fellow who was close enough
to have heard the faintest marital
| whisper, but wasn't listening. He
was looking up at the sky, while an
other man was saying to him:
! Not what you could correctly call
| a mackerel sky. sir, since we seldom
see one in its full splendor except In
| northern Europe. Still, this is worth
studying. / judge those clouds are
about 5 miles high
well. / tell you right now, I'm
going to church tomorrow, IL IL rains
cats and dogs and ruins every stitch
of my clothes. Throwing away UNI
brellas as If money grew on trees
you'd lose your head If it wasn't
fastened on"
| 1t didn't occur to her that she had
lost her. own head along with her
temper; still-it might have been
worse. She didn't tell him that If
| some other woman had trusted him
with an umbrella, he would have
taken care of (which wa, hopeful
sign that the matrimonial weather
might clear-and that was all there
was to that incident. except that
1t was a most beautiful sky. Did
I you notice?