Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-11-07
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

| great god were seen cutting across the
sands
Sun worship no longer prevails, as a
rite, but many a human being still
carries in his mind and heart great
fondness, If such it may be called, for
the "orb Of day" There is no color
In the world quite so gracious as sun
| light, as 1t comes to the earth, after its
long altering process through the
| shakespeare.
| Sunlight, as the world Of men knows
| it, is made for human beings, and hu-
man beings are made for it. Power
| full, antispectic, it lies on the living
room rug like thing of beauty.
Children and old ladies bask in its
rays. 1t is so common that no enc
thinks OF 1t, unless in connection with
some desire OF human beings, such as
health, or "sun-tan," or bigger and
better crops.
Emerson felt that the sunsets we're
| as much a part of his farm as the very
acres themselves, or the fence rails. or
the farm house, or the New England
lilacs which grew in the door yard.
Surely it takes the country to dis
play sunset best. On its going down,
as at its coming up, what the sun needs
is room.
Plenty Of room, that is the suns
motto. Nothing quite gives this sun
essential as well as desert prairie,
the sea, or a rolling farm land.
Those who do not possess farms, how
ever, need not despair. Much of the
sunsets glory is to be gained by any
one, at no more trouble than a walk
out on the front steps.
The lazy might even get some Of the
benefit of a typical Washington sunset
| by pushing back the curtains and gawk-
| ing cut the window.
Autumn sunsets are particularly fine
In the District of Columbia and sur
rounding territory. Visitors to the city
often comment on them.
X X X
Winds, SHOWS. rains-they form a
pretty trio which come with every
house, no matter how small or large.
Sometimes the householder feels that
they are trying their best to destroy
his home, but for the most part he
may rest assured that they possess at
tributes OF beauty as well as of de-
struction.
What is more beautiful than snow
! fall? The leaves are of the trees. and
the houses of a neighborhood seem to
huddle together to keep each other
warm. Houses at q distance, which
were lost in Summers foliage, once
more assume their rightful place In the
landscape. And the snow comes down.
The beauty Of rain Is not appreciated
as much as 1t might be. But the times
Of drought have turned the thoughts
Of many persons to rain. A drought is
now prevailing again, by the way.
Few natural phenomena have more
sheer loneliness in them, II one stops
to think of it, than dull, soggy rain.
when trees and grass glisten In the
wet, and sidewalks and streets take on
an appearance totally different from
what they wear when they are dry.
The beauty of wind Is a loneliness
of motion, combined with sound I'M
like any other, unless it be the rush of
water. Often the householder in a
well wooded community thinks 1t is
raining, when it Is nothing but the
rush of the wind, and the swaying OF
the boughs and branches.
The tailed rodent, the squirrel. and
the cared rodent, the rabbit, furnish
! ineXhaustible amusement to the house
/ hold which feels that title is not all
it is purchasing.
Squirrels and rabbits abound in Rock
Creek Park, and contiguous territory.
AS comical a sight as one would want
to see is squirrel solemnly walking
along in the gutter Of a houses rain
disposal system. From the earth 1t
will be almost hidden from the eye,
with the exception of its back and its
bushy tail Rabbits are not so COM
mon. but always are grateful sights to
the householder who likes animals.