Evening star., 1932-05-26

bringing strength and health to gold
fishes.
He had box of health in his right
hand pocket, little tin box" full OF
dried particles. smelling suspiciously OF
meat.
The smell was not exactly pleasant,
so Jones gave UP his snifnng, having
extremely sensitive olfactory organs :.
After all, If the goldfish liked 1t,
that was all that mattered.
Every creature to his taste.
Cows liked grass, men liked cows.
cats liked cows; there was no telling
what a creature would prefer in the
food line
Jones took a pinch between his fin
gers and let it float down on the pool.
Gobble!
There was flash of red-goh, a curl
GUS sucking sound and bit Of the food
was gone.
1t was at this point that Templeton
Jones realized the width OF a gold
f1sh's mouth.
In comparison with the total length
and breadth of the creature, that
mouth Is enormous.
But there was some architecture to 1t,
after all; 1t was not just an opening,
but might be compared to the end of
an old-fashioned shoe box.
The goldfish's mouth, when open, did
not ccme to sharp triangle, but had
an up-and-down dimension as well, 1t
was, in truth, rectangular.
Just why nature had blessed this poor
fish with such large mouth, to take
in such tiny amount Of food, could
have been explained better by any
ichtt yographer
Jones made no attempt to do so, but
remained poised above the. pool in rapt
admiration He was one OF these human
beings, of whom there are fortunately
many in the world, who receive as
much of a kick" from small natural
happenings and things as other and,
one may think, less gifted people get
from elaborate manmade stage settings
and the like
Sunsets of a certain type froze him
into silent admiration He knew the
difference, although some might not
have seen it, between the appearance Of
the landscape on certain days and ordi-
nary days. Just what it was in the at
mosphere which changed the locks Of
things, which gave the very grass a
greener look which made the flowers
stand cut in new colors, he could not
have said, nor did he think any one
could have explained it very well.
But CT the fzct Of that difference to
him there was not the slightest doubt.
He wasted no words in attempting to
explain 1t to others, especially to those
hard-headed persons who demand visi-
BILE proof, documented and In what they
call order.
Nature, he knew, has no order In the
way she arranges and rearranges her
elements-those Clements of trees. grass,
flowers, hills. plains, rivers lakes oceans
and the like, which strike the eye OF
man as beautiful
Divine chance takes care of natures
beauty The more it Is left to fortune,
| the more beautiful it becomes Temple
ton Jones put great store by bo-ks-
books of exposition as well as of
enthusiasm-but, after all. he put more
in things as they are. That was why
he could get pleasant entertainment
out of feeding his goldfish for the first
| time
Maybe he could not recapture that
first thrill, but it made no difference
Nothing exists for any one until that
one has personal experience Of it. Real
until one actually becomes acquainted
with them.
Plop Plop!
/ And every "plop" represented the
gulping down of a bit OF fish fcod into
the very large mouth of a very small
/ fish. Jones was glad to see these shrimps
eating at last
| Man and fish must eat to live. It is
/ the law. Jones wondered just what
these ancient laws are and why no one
has drawn them up In their entirety
and published them. Jones wondered
if he couldn't do it. He saw that there
are certain fundamentals inherent in
| the constitution of the universe which
are commonly overlooked and scarcely
! ever mentioned. 1t would be a great
book to come out of tub of goldnshes