Evening star., 1932-09-09

| Went out to Southview Farm the
other morning, when the dew was on
the morning glories, and the air was
/ crisp and cool at last, after hot week.
| just an hour, out and back, swift
| trip, transported from city to country,
and then all at once back again to
take up the daily life.
II was just like a scene in a movie.
| or a flash straight through a good
| book.
The trip seemed no more real than a
! book, or a story would seem just as
real.
Which way should it be?
Experience is experience, whether one
| gets 1t in reality or via the imagination
| A trip to an old farm, in the process
| of being made into new farm-it is
| just a succession of sights, of objects,
of vistaS.
! Whether one actually takes the trip,
/ or reads about it. probably does not
make as much difference. from the
standpoint of real experience, as one
might be inclined to think, offhand
Sometimes it is possible to go some
place and afterward regard the whole
thing as a dream: often one may read
description in an article or book and
! take away more lasting memories than
| II he had actually gone in person.
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A gorgeous gray donkey, tied to a
! post, stood feeding to one side of the
old country road.
Such an ornate creature one seldom
sees in these parts. Perhaps there are
donkeys in Spain, such as Stevenson
wrote about, with precisely the same
hue. Maybe in South American coun-
tries, where they put more reliance
in this type of beast. similarly French
, gray coats are to be met on every
highway.
But this fellow was dazzling for this
vicinity. Richly colored. soft gray with
black trimmings here and there, he stood
placidly with his head down, cropping
| the grass.
Thought the Democratic party ought
to take picture of him, he was so
perfect in his leafy setting
Now comes the private road.
Some day no one will recognize this
drive, 1t will be so widened, tricked
up, made into the proper sort of ap-
rroach Tor the country estate of
modern country gentleman
Men are at work now, doing all sorts
OF things along the way. Here several
are making ready for the stretching of
power lines across country.
Here few more are preparing to
blast an old tree stump with dynamite
Hope they know what they are doing.
The road Weaves in and out between
the trees, now past far-stretching fields
now alongside an old stone wall, long
fallen to ruin, but being put back in
place by another crew.
Grass grows all down the center of
the road, just as it does in the middle
OF MANY q suburban iriVnWou
One sees in the distance a clearing.
but before that come a dozen parked
automobiles, harbingers of men at
work" in the modern scene.
In the old days contractors had to
transport their men, but today they
haul themselves to and from the Job
They are all at work, there by the
old stone house, surrounded by the great
trees which give shade from the south
ern and weston sun.
The air Is cool and clean as it should
be out in the clear country.
One might as we'll be in the Ozarks
one thinks, in so far as the sight of
other human beings is concerned. Far
| flung to the southeast lies the view,
slopes turning themselves into hills,
small woods rapidly assuming the shape
of forests
/ 1t is a grand view, and the house
| directly faces it. as it stands on top Of
| the highest hill of all.
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Here Is the old farm house. Take a
| look at it now, because in a few weeks
| and months it will be a modern dwell
| ing They do amazing things with old
houses nowadays. If one has the