Evening star., 1933-06-14
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

! The trouble comes when the remain
ing individualists become too outspoken.
Then the fury of the mob in little
things is spilled upon entirely innocent
heads.
A man ought to be able to do as he
pleaSes, in all things, so long as they
do not harm his fellows, or God, or
himself
Not every one will agree upon this
code, Of course. There are many sin
| cere men and women who do not be-
lieve that another human being has any
right to attempt to restrict them in any
way. Others feel as sincerely that they
are called upon to do that very thing.
| The former call the latter "snoopers"
and worse; what the latter call the
former We do not know
The sad part of it is that the very
ones who nightly resent interference
with their private lives, as they say,
by laws are often the very first to at
tempt to impose their will upon others
in the form of popular restrictions.
This side of the matter is seldom
gone into. The popular sport of bait
| ing the ''reformer" is a sample of it,;
here one finds many good and decent
folk poking fun at others who are doing
| their best to help preserve a decent
civilization as they are given to see it.
There are hundreds of other ex-
amples, however. We are so mortgaged
to custom that many of us do not real
ize it. We have connected the sun and
sports so intimately that sunburn is
somehow right" when received as the
result Of playing golf, but somehow
wrong" if secured for its own sake
While there may be some psyche
logical value in the recreation, al
though we have never noticed that
golfers are any different from other
men, and while there can be no doubt
OF the physical value to many players.
the game itself can be played on a
| cloudy day as well as on a sunny one.
Sunburn does not show that one Is a
good golfer, but only that he has been
playing on sunny day.
X x x
Copeina guttatus is shy little fellow,
with porcelain blue sides, and burnt
orange fins.
He will hang for hours in one place
In the home aquarium, asking nothing
more than to be let alone.
He is lethargic, a sort of fish philoso-
pher, who knows the ways of fish, and
Who believes that they are silly.
Not for him is the mad scramble of
the barbus conchonius after food.
l1C WdiIS ullIll IL QTOpS GOWN through
the water, when he retrieves 1t as it
goes by.
He is useful and pleasant member
OF the community tank, but the So
called rosy barbS do not think So
x x x
Look at those orange fms" says one
barb to another slyly. (You can al
most hear him say it,
Let's go little nearer, Just as If
we wanted to get better look, and
then"
So says a second barb, with a wink
from his big round eye.
We will get little closer" says the
frst barbus, land then"
And howl" grins the second.
The slim copeina hangs still In the
water as the two fishes come up.
Nip!
One barb and then the other tries
Tor those C>1ge fins, but each misses.
The others swim in to join the fun, all
SIX OF them racing north.
But there is a seventh fish racing
with them. 1t is old copeina guttatus.
q full- -hedged member of the crowd. for
the time being, at least. 1t is a little
trick of his, and every time we see him
use it we feel like cheering. No doubt.
II you were to ask him where he got his
burnt-orange fins, he would tell YOU
playing golf.