Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-06-27

again, 1t is some jump from the
pines of Pan to the Marine Band
but If you feel like foragtng for
information you will find that the
Museum ignores both time and space
with a showing of musical lnstru-
mentS which vary in size from a rat
Tie to a. grand piano, and in eras from
femoteSt antiquity to the immediate
now. The mereSt glimpse at these
sound-makers of all times and all ma
tions shows that music must have
been born with the earth, and that II
is as natural for humans to make
rhythmic noises as it is for a cat TO
purr or for a bird to sing in sum-
mer. 1t shows, too, that. though mar
mony was unknown to Europeans un-
til the centuries had got a start, saw
age peoples were making music before
history turned her first page, their
sound making instruments being OBJ
viously the result of accidental con-
tact with the materials of their en-
Vironment.
An exhibit of horns, say, gives evil
dence that tribes that lived near the
sea made their instruments of shells;
1omads Of the interior utilized horns
of animals, while those who lived IN
bamboo forests used sections of plth-
cleaned stalk.
\ twisted rams horn made the
Shufar from Egypt, the instrument
used in the sacred ceremonies of the
Hebrews in the Old Testament and
which orthodox believers of that an
Gent race blow on the dawn of the
Jewish New Year. AS this horn is
sounded with the same rhythm all
over the world, it offers presumptlVe
evidence that its call today is that
of the TING of David, which gives 1t
the honor, so far as you can think
without looking up the encyclopedia,
of being religions oldest harmonlcal
sound in the world, since the AnSeluS
has been ringing over the Cathonc
world for only 600 years.
Another exhibit illustrates the drum
beats that have been heard around
the world. The largest and clumslest
of the lot is an African water drum,
which when scientifically pounded
could issue orders to warriors mule
away. 1t is a mere worm eaten log,
Scooped into q trough, but gives con-
vincing assurance of having had day
when it was quick with sap and red
with the blood of battle, provided you
look at 1t long enough to put two and
two together and make five OF 1t,
but
If your imagination be so well har-
messed that you can see only so many
tagged specimens under glass in a
vast, quiet room, where few tourists
linger, then, dear child, what you most
need is a dose for whatever it is that
sils you-meaning me, as well.
OUR symbolic misunderstanding
~ Uncle Sam--has just been doing
big business as an auctioneer. In ac-
cordance with annual custom, he
went over to the Post Office and sold
the years crop of misdirected pack
ages harvested by the Dead Letter
Office, and, between customers who
1isked small sums for the tang OF
mystery, and multitudinous others
eager to get more than they were
paying for, he doubtless enjoyed his
role of salesman and called the out
come perfect day. In fact, he did
1t all over on Friday, but this is just
about Thursday-before noon.
The sale was held in the conference
room, a big place with a glass roof
underwoven with Orders as gaunt
and gray as the ribs of Time. The
chair-seated audience. with a male
majority, judging by straw hats.
made a keenly interested whole
counting in Spring shapes and bare
bobs-and as catalogues seemed plen-
tiful, though announced as limited,
and the three officials on a platform
were efficiently on the job, the sale
was conducted in a quiet, business
way. Figures would be read, raised
arms sprang upward and whoever
captured a parcel would receive it
and go off with an expression that
blended hope of getting something
good and the fear of disappointment
the expression we all know about,
seeing it is one of our personal be
lodgings handed down to us by old
Father Adam. And which, dear ones.
we frequently show to others.
Two women who had bought mys-
terry bundles retired to a writing shelf
in the office lobby for a first thrill
of exploration. The pudgy one of the
two, who looked as if she hadn't a
unite her cord for fear Of disappoint-
ment. The other, like the brave lady
in the song. bade farewell to every
fear and boldly waded in.
"Handkerchiefs-re drawnWork--
the very thing l meant to get for
friends birthday gift-you know Lib
by Blank, don't you?'
IT hate to get handkerchief for
presents"
The pudgy one said it while tearing
a loophole in one end of her package.
80 do 1, but they are splendid to
give away, because you know they
always come in useful. And look at
these crochet mats, will you! They'll
come in handy for bridal gift the
first time somebody marries. Every
housekeeper needs mats" The
prospective bride was to be afflicted
with six small disks for plates and
a long one for a meat d1sh-the
shapes Of all somewhat wobbly, as ii
wrought by the wavering hand or
age or the uncertain stitches of some
new beginner" A labor of love that
had literally gone astray-"Oh:-
Isn't this scarf perfectly grand. I'm
going to keep this for myself-and
look at this sweater can't wear it
myself, of course, because my day
for red has gone by-I'd look sweet,
wouldn't ] in a blazingred sweater
with buttons as big as poker chips.
(Note-Poker chips are what you play
poker with.)
You might give it to me-" sug
gested the pudgy one, who stopped
fooling with a knot in her own bum
die to voice the request.
"Say, woman, you couldn't wear req
any more than l can-besides, you
are too fat for it-why don't you open
YOUR package and see what you got?"
Because 1 know I'm going to be
disappointed, that's why. Serves me
right for spending my good money
for pig in a poke.
well, l like that! I'm satisfied. all
right. And if I wasn't I'd be sat
isfied all the same. Say, if you want
Your money back I'll take the bundle
off of you'll like the surprise of it.
"Ill do no sucher thing! If you
want more stuff go in and buy 1t, IN
steader trying TO work me outer
mine.'
The optimist chuckled derlslon' ana
that was all there was to 1t.
To no entirely accurate, there was