Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-01-16
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

wanderers may make the passage.
Huge oaks lean out over the waters
from the other side. The other side.
Here, IN little, we have snapshot
OF the history OF man. ever arriving
al one side OF something, always I'm
d hurry TO cross to the other side.
God has so made us that we are
never happy until we have crossed
.l7e stream and discovered for our
selves what is on the other side.
Bounce across the stones. The
passage is accomplished, we land
squarely by the trunk of a great tree
II is an ideal place TO sit for awhile.
The tree is about so feet from the
brink OF the stream. The clear sDace
before us is covered with the lux
uria Mt meadow grass that Is semi
coarse semi-f1ne. the short mingiinG
with the long
We lean against The black gray
bark Promptly an ant speeds down
our neck. Removing him, we almly
return to our contemplation Of Ma
ture. The old lady lin the form Of
a spider this time, makes anothe
sally down our back.
EnergeticalIy we pick him out and
obdur tely return TO our medi,stions
How pleasant the sunshine filters
through, casting speckled patterns
on the grass, Masterpieces of geo.
metric design. twirled by the kaleido :
scope Of the skies. are spread before
us In Drofusion.
Archimedes would have been de
lighted. Poor old Archimedes, Where
in all the long. sad history of ma n
kind viii one find a greater TRAGEDY
than his death? And Vet how glorl-
Gus,
The great city Of Syracuse had
held out for many long months
against the assaults of the Romans
Credit WIS due entirely to Archi-
medes, whose mighty engines tSld
back the rushing power Of ROM.
But even science willis before
might. If the might IS mighty enough
SNrs cuse fell and the leSions rava ged
the city. Orders had been given by
the Roman comma nder. who admired
the skill OF Archimedes, that the
great man WAS not TO be killed.
ignorance. however. then as now
was proof against orders. Two Ho-
man soldiers ca me 10 a house and
found there an OLD man dra wing
stra lGe designs in the sand on the
floor.
He was Archimedes. busy. although
Syracuse fell.
All he asked was TO tie let alone
but the soldiers killed him and took
his head. now useless. To their COM
mander.
Thus persisted one OF the gres test
pure intell-ctS the world has even
known.
The sight of several dozen cows
troopinG down to the brink Of the
stream transports US from Syracuse
to Crawford's Meadows i'm Il fraction
of second.
What a pleasant picture the cows
make as they wade in. knee deep. tc
quench their bovine thirSts.
Just between US, We are afraid OF
cows. they are such huge critters
Our acquaintance with them has been
confined mostly to milk bottles.
One COW fords the stream and
walks forward until within a dozer
PAGES OF our tree. Then another
COW comes over. then another, Their
another.
The creatures form a ring around
us. their big brown eyes looking
intently in our direction.
There they stand, chewing rhei,
cuds. giving US the "once-over" for
all they are worth. What do they
want? VIII they never go away?
We hold our ground. trying our
best to look pleased with the stu
alton. And SO. with our back to the
wall. as II were. we ring down the
curtain on Crawford Meadows