Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-04-23
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

motor car owners, aud you will too often
see faces Swallowed with doubt.
It's a long, long road to these people
and often enough they have justice on
their side. Oh, II they might only
| double up their fists, when they get
there, and sock somebody in the jaw!
But the law interferes, common sense
calls halt, hope whispers, mot yet,
not yet"
The next morning our traveller finds
/ the road beautiful. He never knew u
was so fine, so magnificent, so replete
with interesting sights. This morning
he sees what he never saw before-a
small garden hidden by the side OF a
house He had passed that way Tor
days, but never before had he seen 1t.
He cranes his neck, he looks back. he
| does not want to miss an iota of beauty.
He looks with vast approval at the
beautiful ladies to be seen gayly trip
ping along. "This is well fed gen.
Grafton" he says to himself. The old
wheeze of Browning about God being
| in His heaven and the world o. K.
strikes him today as eminently sober.
! He is amused at the offer of a pub
Usher to sell him "two pounds" Of the
works of Clarence Darrow. So they
are selling speeches by the pound now.
Well we'll, well!
He greets the elevator man with a
smile, appreciates the salutation OF the
| office boy and of the stenographer, sits
down to work with inward satisfaction.
During the day something goes wrong.
| Maybe it was line of petty harass-
ments, or small trials and tribulations.
Perhaps 1t was mistake.
! X X y *
Then the road from Office to home Is
not the same as it was in the reverse
| direction. An old fat woman steps
| on his toes and then expects him to
apologize for getting stepped on. He
| is ashamed of himself for noting that
she is old and fat. Folks, unfortunately,
| get that way. Every one cannot be
slim, beautiful, just right, despite the
| efforts of some to, make over the world
after that sophisticated image.
Buildings along the way strike him
now as ugly. Is this the beautiful city?
Is this the grand metropolis they come
to see? Why are they always tearing
up the streets? What, another traffic
lam? Will these nuisances never end?
The trees are not leafing out very
we'll, after all: the early Spring has
developed into a fiivyer; lawns look
threadbare and ugly.
There is constant surge OF people
Why do not some of them stay at home
once in a while and let the others have
a little space and comfort? One seri-
ously considers if such mobs of people
had any place in the divine plan. Per-
haps humanity merely took advantage
of Nature. One longs for the great
open spaces of song and story. where
ones closest neighbor is a thousand
miles away-safely, sanely away.
Yet there are few cleaning lamps
along the road tonight. There is the
memory of that incident in which q
shining sense of humor played an i'm
portant part. There was the friend
who grinned, too. And there was that
solemn fool, who was the funniest oil
ALL Yes, as long as the lamp of humol
CLEANS the world will never be entirely
dark.
And the beautiful lamps Of home
One may feel genuinely sorry for those
whose home lamps are soiled or fol
any reason whatsoever do not CLEAN
brightly. Bright cleaning lamps Of
home make the way short If long
bright If short. They outline the road
from home to Office with a radiance
shining always along your private road