Evening star., 1926-03-31
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

High School Cadets had drilled on
! Our Street.
Wheeling and turning, the boys had
marched and countermarched in
front of our door until we had heartily
wished they would choose some other
| street.
No one admires the High School
| Cadets more than we do, but their
| presence does become slightly tire
| some, what with their eternal zone,
! two, three, four!' especially when one
| is trying to read or write.
Now we know where they went
when they Disappeared.
We heartily commend the new pa
rade ground
| By all means, let the boys march
in natural surroundings. 1t must be d
| great deal easier on their feet, and
puts them more in touch with fighting
conditions.
! Since Napoleon threatened to sWeep
| the streets of Paris with his guns,
such thOroughfares have not been the
scenes of battle. Rather the open
| country, the forests, the trenches. 1t
seems that when men get down to
such an elemental thing as battle they
! seek the country, where there is
plenty of room.
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Gladly we leave our blue-coated
| friends in their wood, and GO blithely
in our new green sweater along the
| road, oily with automobile eXudations.
| The frog croakings have dwindled
| now to the proportion of hot bug
murmurs. We mount the hill, and
come to a new development, where
ambitious real estate men are creating
| homes in the wilderness.
| We enter the settlement, and gaze at
the honest workmen, as they labori-
ously apply stucco, smooth IL off
around the beams, hurry in and out
| houses, through doorWays not yet
| filled with doors, saw and plane, and
| do a thousand and one jobs.
/ Building Il house will always re
| main mystery to us. We know that
| the thing is exceedingly simple,
merely a matter of application, line
on line, here a little, there little;
nevertheless, we do not understand
! 1t. and never will, for we have a diff
| ferent temperament.
Our desire is for house to spring
up instantly-and in this wish we are
constantly disappointed. Houses do
| not spring up instantly. 1t takes
| millions of steps to make a house.
| The honest workingmen look at
/
! long enough To know that their gaze
| is not in admiration, despite the fact
! that the shade is a nifty heather -
| flecked with gray.
No. we fear the toilers are resent
! full of our nice green sweater. Men
| who work with AK and plane, and saw
and maui, are apt to resent such
/ things. We have often wondered why
| this is, for, on our part, we do not
| grudge them their picturesque plas-
| terers' overalls and their old slouch
| hats.
Pretending great indifference to
| their glanceS at our sweater, we calm
| Iy (as calmly as we cam. stroll along
admring the curious chimneys, and
! the little jutting bay windows, and
the evidences Of skill and care on
| every hand.
/ Bright CLEANS the sun over the en-,
| tire District of Columbia. Some
months from now these workmen will
be gone, and, in their stead. happy
children will play here, in the bright
est of red, green, blue and other col
| ored sweaters.
Here sweet women will preside, and
| toward these houses, in the evening
men will return, for these houses Will
be home then. Surely this is a job
| worthwhile