Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-02-13

| bloom showing between Sits in the
| tight-f1sted green buds. there came to
| her the thrill that comes to all of us
when we read about that FLANDERS
| field. where poppies grow, between
| white. crosses, row on row
Then came break-you know how
| the best of us put off letters-until
| just the other day, a letter--yea, an
epistler-to make up for nearly a years
lack. mentioned, as a sort of after
| thought
| 'Oh, yes, those poppies--well, they
blOomed nicely. only they came up yell
| low
Shakespeare can tell us about the
| white rose that turned Lancastrian
red, but who is going to explain why
a scarlet poppy of Rheims should
grow yellow on American soil?
| Should you ever come across so wise
/ a being. also ask him, please, why
| our thistle of purple silk reddens into
| flamboyant scarlet on that hot water
| mountain in the Nevada desert-the
one where miners from Bullfrog and
| Tonopah go to have the hot mud cure
| them of rheumatism---not so far from
Carson City-and that used to call it,
| self Valleys"
II
~ us two women, walking along a
residence street. were making the
most Of the sunshine that had brought
them six weeks more Of cold weather.
| 1t was such warm and yellow sun
| shine that you could smell violets and
| see jonquils groWing-almost-an SO
| joyously promising Of an early date
to start gardening that one of the
women. who has a big yard at the
back Of her house, could talk Of moth
| ing but bulbs and grass seeds. with
the other listening in friendly mood
which Is the best any friend can do
who lives in an apartment house with
screens boited over the windows--un-
til they came to a house with two
dogs. romping on the ffencedin lawn.
One dog was a poodle-silky white,
with q blue bow ON it's collar, and
| the other a pup collie with sprawly
paws that had ouIgrown it's baby
body, and a growl that vas rough
even in play.
At sight Of them the woman who
was listening to the garden essay
paused to chirp out to the dogs and,
! in a. flash, both were on the pave
ment and jumping up against her
very best coat--which, confidentially,
isn't much to look at, in the way OF
tOdtSs LII III tliCA hOhCA VI lIfCHU'
ship the collie gave a bite at her
| umbrella and the poodle took an.
other, and between them they tugged
at that dear gloria until a young
white woman rushed up the basement
steps, collared both dogs. emptied
| them back into the lawn and fastened
the gate with a bang.
Later on the umbrella was back
| in it's lawful niche in a skyscraper
apartment, and the. two women were
| resting, with little cakes and cocoa
| to help the siesta along. The hostess,
| who was the one who prefers dogs
to flowers. any day in the year,
harked back to the puppies they had
| met on their way:
II wish I owned two little puppies
but, you can't in an apartment. That
collie had such shiny eyes and big,
beautiful teeth--afd wasn't that a
cute little poodle? wouldn't take
So for that tug they had over the
umbrella" .ss.:
sit. viii cost you four--" the gar
den woman. reached over to the UNI.
brella. unfurled 1t, and held it against
the light. Look at the holes made
by their teeth, will you? One good
umbrella gone to smash