Evening star., 1932-04-12

they do not belong at all, and Will
always be interlopers. From this spe-
ciGl viewpoint. their speed Is one oI
their best points, for it taxes them
away as rapidly as it brings them Ill.
But, alas! modern civilization Is SO
vast that 10 sooner is one car gone
tha1 another blurtS past, ana theh an
other, ana then another. 1t Is no use,
one cannot escape them, even Henry
Ford himself cannot get away Iroin
them.
The pedestrian feels sorry for the
men and women who live in these nne
old homes. and have to listen to TINS
constant zip, zip, tipping, day ana
night. He realizes. however, that Ma
ture has taken care of them, she mas
tiulled their ears until they no longer
hear the cars tipping past, day ana
night tipping past, monsters carlils
nothing for little live things along the
road
Get out of the way. rabbit Run,
squirrel! Great dog. eyes alert with NE.
run as If a bear were after you, LOT
these monsters know you not!
And you, cat. flee up tree, or some
pedestrian, wandering this way alone
will find you stark by the side OF the
road, one sharp white tooth showing
blood trickling from your mouth, morn. . !.
ing dew shining on your soft gray coat
in the rays Of tomorrow's sun.
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The road bends here, where a recent
storm tore an old tree out by the roots.
Part of it has been chopped up Ior
frewoOd, and rests in a neat plie
against the side of the house.
Some CT the logs show plainly enough
why the tree fell.
Its ro5ts could not save it.
They tried, but they failed.
See these logs from the end. as you
nay easily so they are stacked, ana
you will notice that while seemingly
whole they are in fact but empty shells.
What interesting creations, the trees,
and how much the appearance OF any
residence community depends upon
themi This lane would not be the ROAD
it is were it not for them standing 10
each side, and in the yards along the
way.
Probably no intelligent effort has
been made, however and certainly no
concerted one, to replace these monsters
of the original forest What will Tiger
cat lane of the future be. IN tree
sense? How will it compare with the
noble prospect of here and now?
The answer is not an easy Cne. Like
so many other answers 1t is being left
to time, as. if mankind were heartily
afraid OF intelligent planning, and act
irg uncons- iously on the theory Of the
great king, After me, the deuge!"
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Rain is inevita bic, one thinks, as one
walks along the read. Surely no other
Cay in history ever looked more ike
rain There are dark clouds all along
the northern sky. The gray of the very
early Spring landscape is dulled further
by those far clouds and a sort Of mist,
which Is nct exactly mist, but which
can be called nothing else, if it IS to
have q name at all.
Rain is inevitable; it is called for by
the season and the Weather Bureau
and by this whole thirsty landscape.
1t seems to the sensitive walker. going
along this way, that grass and trees
and shrubs and flowers have never been
able to get enough water since the
drought of 1880.
While mankind, at least very vocif-
srous portion of it, is calling for alcohol,
all nature sets up a plea for water.
And rain is inevitable in the state of
things. the pedestrian thinks, as he
walks along Tigercat lane at a time
when automobile traffic is suffering a
lull
He manages to go two full blocks be-
fore a zip sounds in his ears and he
Jumps TO the side of the road as gayly
as an angry rabbit He sees squirrel
leap from tree to the roof of a house,
run up the slope and stand on the ridge
pcle. Happy squirrel that can almost
fiyi One needs wings here.