Evening star., 1926-01-07

| 1t brought to remembrance that shrine with
of men,
AS the changes rang through his song az ain
And the Weaver who sits at these shrines
Guiding the threads while the shuttles spin
Ihat the warp and woof of the fabric of life
os shall gleam only in golden hue,
or the textile woven within those threads
For. from tree and bird from you and me
The color and tone OF the web win be
The result of the way live.
Sing, on. bright Cardinal your echo true.
Di, Of the song of life, and our faith renew.
VI that love which is peace, at the Masters
X **
The letter above was received on
the grayest day of the Winter to date
when Washington had taken on some
thing the appearance of London in a
| fog, and mist hid the top of the
| Capitol dome, and every one went
around saying, What miserable
day."
The CHEEKY letter. displaying such
| knowledge and appreciation of these
| daily writings, made bright the day
| for this writer; and 1t is with the
| hope that it's recital will do some.
| thing Of the same sort for readers in
general that he prints II here
| One touch of human nature makes
| the whole world kin: one spark OF
the homely helps unite a city OF
| homes. There are, officially, between
! $4,000 and 10000 homes in the Ma
tional Capital.
| Each of these homes represents. fol-
| those who live there, the ultimate ir
life. Did you, kind reader, ever stor
to think of that? Such of the virtues
of life as any of us know are fount
| in the homes The very Nation rests
| on the home.
| Therefore, the writer of this col
umn has a sense of pride in recalline
that he has written, chiefly and fore
mostly, Of the home, the American
| home. the Washington home, the
Home, Sweet Home" of the immorta
| song.
II 1 We're to answer f. NJ. G.. r. IL
public, as 1t were, would say some
thing along this line: Dear E. NJ
c. R.-Estey alley is as charming as
ever, thank you. A multitude OF
topics has taken US away, for q time
from that one, but letters such a.
yours are pulling us back again.
Naturally. the alley looks it's bes
in Spring and Summer. when those
| big pink hollyhocks are nodding be
| side the garages, and old Sam Jone:
/ is declaring. for the twenty-fifth time
that he is going to paint the tin side.
| of the automobile barn.
! "Of course, we know that Sam /.
simply talking. Every Spring he ha.
| talked so. At first we believed him
| but now we know he is all bluff. The
| galvanized garage gets grayer an(
| grayer, and we have to look righ
across Estey alley at 1t, unblushingly
utilitarian.
| Spring will help, Then green gras.
and waving flowers will do their bes
| to hide those unpainted walls f-ou
our esthetic vision. Then Africanu.
| and Cato, cat newcomers to Estey
alley, will roam and roam Then Jacl
Spratt will arch his back, puff out hi:
| tail and growl like a dog.
LAS for Mary Rogue, star-eyed Mary
| If we continue to receive such letters
| we will be forced to start her adven
lures again. When Mary STEPPED of
the train in Union Station, she .almos
wept with joy, she was so pleased t
get back home again. AS for Colone
well, all that will be continued IL
our next
| I've hope to have several articles OF
that great poet. Keats, at an early
date. And thank you very much fol
those kind words about genius Some
times we need the inspiration of tht
Cardinal. too, Music and birds ar,
two topics not touched upon in thi!
column as yet; we are holding them il
reserve. With best wishes, sincerel,
yours, c. z. T."