Evening star., 1932-09-09
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEEELL.

money, there are always capable men
to be secured at wave OF the hano
who know just what to do and how to
do it.
Several of them are on the job here
today, burly fellows with feet solidly on
the ground, neatly dressed in stone ma
sons white. They go about their work
with confidence. touching up these OLD
stones, doing what is necessary to make
them new stones.
There will be grand new porch,
with uncovered terrace on the east,
looking cut toward the sunrlses. which
will be unsurpassed from this point.
How can they help it? Here one will be
able to see all the sun there is.
And it will belong to those who are
fortunate enough to watch 1t from mere
tif they ever do) in way which is I'M
possible with a mere city sunrise, which
must be shared by so many.
There is an old windmill to the side,
rear, just off the kitchen.
1t has a dripping tank aloft and a
busy small engine chugging away at its
base.
Now it is full. the water overfows
from a pipe, and drips down all around
the staging.
1lG JdTk Is luIl, plOILdllIlS IIlt
boss Who is supposed to turn it OFF,"
And then he goes about his business.
sure that his unspoken order will be
carried out.
A huge underground tank to the
right, rear, will take care of water in
the future.
One peers gingerly down into great
hole from which arises circle of brick
work, in the center of which stands the
youngest bricklayer in the world.
He pats on his mortar, however, as
deftly as an oldster.
The we'll in which he stands Is merely
means of getting at certain valves to
be placed there. Yet it Is built as care
fully and as neatly as If every brick
were to be on public display for a long
time, instead of being down in hole in
the ground.
Natural terraces, almost approaching
bluffs, fall down to the south, toward
the small wood which fills the valley,
before the second rise of woodland.
All the artistic sense of the beholder
takes wings at the scene.
Here is the chance of a lifetime, one
feels, to create something rarely beau
tiful in the line Of landscape architec-
ture, working mostly with what Nature
has supplied.
The greatest danger here, one thinks,
will be to want to do too much.
As little as possible, rather, should be
the keynote.
With gang Of good men, and few
ideas as to what ought to be done,
and larger number as to what ought
not to be done, even that fine gray
donkey back there on the road could
evolve a picture out of all this.
In fact, the picture is already there.
One has but to. step suddenly out of
the city into this to see it; the sud-
denness does the trick
Just little trimming Up, soften
ing down of rough edges and corners,
with the addition of suggestion of a
marble rail tgo easy on thatD and the
owner here will have a dream land
scape at his very front door.
1t is time to go back. The solid men
are hammering away, their u cars
silent in group. The overflow water
is still dripping from the tank, but it
will be shut off directly. Solid men
are a little slow, sometimes, but they
always get around.
Back down the road, pleased at the
thought that some men in the world
have enough money to buy entire land
scapes for their personal use.
Wrap me up "a hours worth of
peace and quiet, please, without any
radio trimmings!"
Quite an order for this modern day.
But here by the roadside is a fellow
VINO has 1t. He is soft gray, with black
trimmings around his long ears. And
he crops grass steadily, well pleased with
the morning.