Evening star., 1932-05-21
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

Templeton Jones decided upon pool
| What gardener has not decided upon
a pool, at some time or other?
Jones was to be miniature affair,
in order that the Jones temperament
might try itself cut against water lilies
on the home grounds.
He knew he liked water lilies, but he
wasn't so sure about them in his own
| back yard.
Instead of whacking loose, as the
| idiom has it, with big pool, taking
| up lot of space in a small garden,
| Templeton Jones acted with true Jones'
| ian caution.
! This season he would sy out the very
smallest possible pool.
One couldn't go far wrong on two
| foot affair.
Just "a inches across, from rim to
rim, with enc water lily in it, cat tail,
water hyacinth and water poppy.
Jones had a suspicion that he had
enough plants for a pool two or three
times as large as his, but he put them
/ in anyway, for good measure.
| At the beginning Of any horticultural
| enterprise, of course, everything looks
| small enough.
| 1t Is the same way with shrubbery.
! When new lilac bushes are set out they
seem rather lonely, planted the proper
distance, so the average home owner
| puts them too close, in most cases.
Templeton Jones knew something
about lilacs and altheas and even
spireas. but he had never seen a pond
, lily since childhood days.
He could recall, family, standing by
the pond, near an ice house, and see
ing and smelling the fragrant white
flowers floating on the surface.
What interested him more, however,
were the doodle bugs" which lived in
| the Sawdust around the ice house. The
only ice then was natural ice, gathered
In the Winter and stored I'D for the
village artstocrats against the dog days.
In those times even manufactured ice
was known only in the big cities. If
one wanted ice, one had to cut it from
the pond in Winter, and put 1t away
In the ice house, where the insulating
powers OF good, honest sawdust per-
| formed physical wonders.
Jones could see the man vet. souatting
down beside several small holes in the
ground outside the ice house.
The holes were about the size of a
| lead pencil.
The old man sang a song to the
doodle bugs ordering them to appear
above the surface.
1t was a plaintive ditty, in which the
bugs were invited to come into the light
of day, and instantly.
And, sure enough, after a few meaS-
ures, mere they came, rolling up their
tunnels, issuing forth into the light. SO
powerful was sweet melody to captivate
the bosomS of doodle bugs.
Templeton Jones, standing years later
at the site Of his own miniature pond
suddenly recalled that childhood scene
What amazed him most, at his
thoughts, was the little interest he had
taken in the appearance of the curious
doodle bugs
Try as he would to recall them. he
could remember nothing
All he could see was the wide pond
and the white lilies and the old man
on MS knees, singing into the ground
He could see the small holes in the
saWdust, almost as well as ever. but
the Ver1table images of the doodle bugs
themselves had vanished in the mist of
years
Still the National Museum has pho
tographs OF them on file, he knew. and
any one interested can find an account
OF them in certain monographs issued
by the Smithsonian.
Templeton Jones shook his head at
the curious freaks of memory which
retained pictures of the doodle bug
holes, but not of the bugs.
What spot this present one would