Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-01-16

Nothing delights us. more. in sum.
mer. than picture Of the Captoi
grounds in Winter.
In like manner. while Washington
is In the grip of Winter. word pic
ture OF Crawford's Meadows in Sum
mer may please the fastidiou7 reader.
Crawford's Meadows lies far away:
so far that you would have TO have q
mighty good radio set to get loud
| speaker volume on any station thai
might be broa dca sting from that
place.
There is no radio station in Craw.
! lords Meadows. however. 1t Is simply
| a slightly rolling body of land, lying
| along and to the south of the Big a
Railroad, where the cows are pas
| tured.
1t forms the favorile wandering
place of children, and of such OF their
| elders as love to ramble in section
which Is at once civilized vet entirely
! rustic.
To many persons. Nature is strange.
| Although theoretically they rejoice
! in her. having read some place that
! they ought. secretly and actually they
/! are rather afraid of the great Mother.
This Is one OF the penalties of civil
| cation to feel Ill at 2se In tho naked
! presence OF Nature. We city dwellerS
asham med. and see our nudity tor
! What il is.
We are unable to take genuine JOY
| in the cold earth. and detest the ants
| that climb on TO our im0romptu tab'@-
| cloth to share our viandS with us. In
! a hundred WAYS we dislike our open
air situation, although we may chant
| sbout the beauties OF Nature 10 our
! friends
A great virtue Of Crawford Mead
| oNs Is that this acreage has brought
| many such timid ones 10 more
wholesome communion with the
earth, fresh air and the blue heavens.
| The f. vorite entrance TO the mead
| ows IS that on tho north, facing the
| railroad tracks. There is big farm
! cate there always locked. so that
/ the trespa sser must insert his bodN
between the bars and climb through
/ the hest way he can.
| The ground rises for perhape the
I distance of II long city block. On the
| Top of the rise stand many trees. As
! the time of our memory is early
| Summer. the trees are covered with
| their green. casting luxuria nj shade
| upor the soft grass.
one takes his nature by easy stages
| in era Words Nea dows. There is
| here no sudden precipitation into the
| wilds or quick jump from the habita-
! tons of man to the lairs of the
| animals.
| As we walk up the gentle declivity.
we see 10 the right. almost hid in
| trees. an old farmhouse. There is q
| dusty country road winding up 10
| the big house. In the yard d few
| chickens hurry around.
| We take our time, for we know
| the tradition of the meadows. Al.
| though the gate is kept locked there
| is no anti-trespaSs sign on the fence.
| There is a tsCit understa nding be.
tween the owners and the people OF
| the town that these meadows shall
be, in sense, the public park of the
! community.
For generations. now. children and
| bows and girls and men and women
have been coming here for recreation
| II IS a well bred place. too. inhabited
| chiefly by cows, which we shall see
| presently.
/ The wooded areas lying to the west
| have a! full quota of squirrels and
! birds. Sometimes a rabbit may he
! seen to scurry along.
! Now we come to the top of the rise
| and look down into the bottom before
US. There is d brook down there, A
! rather wide stream, with a few stones
| sprinkled across the water. 50 that