Evening star., 1927-04-25

, the kind of pins we knew, we gave 1t
up as a bad job and turned to the oil
can again. The washer inside was
| doused with oil, and the whole put
together.
Swish, Away went the spray, and
soon the lice were getting a nice
misty bath of nicotine, guaranteed to
put them out of business in about
half an hour.
The reader will recall how the first
thunderstorm of the 1927 season came
up. First there were fltful flashes of
lightning in low clouds of dark gray
in the west. These clouds, accom-.
panied by masses of lighter ones, had
come in from the south.
After while thunder started rum.
bling. An hour of this play ensued.
When darkness was coming on, the
lightning began to crack in earnest.
The thunder roared. Still there had
been no rain.
And when the rain came, after a
pretty good cannonade, 1t was not as
hard as one might have expected,
judging from the preliminarieS. 1t
was a needed rain, however, and was
welcomed by the grass and flowers,
especially by the former, and by all
the friends of grass and flowers.
1t has been our custom in this col
umn to speak of friends" of any
thing. as if the world were divided
into two classes of human beings
those who are friendly to dogs, or
cats, or flowers, and those who are
not.
And this idea is more or less true.
1t Is amazing, is it not, when one
stops to think about it, that thou
sands of persons cannot call them
selves either friends or enemies of
the flowers, but are rather Indifferent?
So we might divide the world, in any
matter, into three parts-the friendly,
the unfriendly and the Indifferent.
Since circumstances alter cases, it
cannot be said offhand which group is
best, but, generally speaking, it would
seem better to belong to either one of
the first two classes than to the group
of the Indifferent when it comes to the
large number of interests which are
good in themselves.
The singletr mind is more COM
mon than is realized, and while 1t has
accomplished some mighty things with
exceptional individuals, with the rank
and file of humanity 1t merely pre-
vents them from the full enjoyment of
life.
Surely this is q wonderful world in
which we live, and, as the old motto
had it, we shall not pass this way
again. It is true that no one man
can know everything, but it would
seem to be equally the truth that
many could know great deal more
than they do; that thousands are
missing pleasant experiences simply
through indifference.
A distinguished college president
was quoted recently as saying, in eff
feet, that college is waste of time to
thousands of young men who were not
fitted for such a life. This Is true in
one sense, but it does not take into
account the finding qualities, as one
might call it, of college days. Many a
man has found himself" in college,
and that must remain the best thing
college did for him.
College days, by putting a man in
contact with many facets Of life, en-
able him to overcome Indifference and
to become friend or an enemy OF
things. Most men are hopelessly i'm
mature at the age Of 21 years. Per.
haps the legal age should be moved
back to 80 at a minimum. That would
come nearer hitting it.
So the rain washed the air and the
earth, together with q few thoughts
into our head, and here they spring up
again and we hope you like them.