Evening star., 1933-03-29
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

From now on, unless the weather
hours are going to appeal even to the
wight who claims to get headache
every time he walks abroad.
No longer will he be forced to turn
up his coat collar in order to keep the
fresh winds from sneaking down the
back Of his neck.
They will be Spring winds, and. while
fresh, will not be quite SO much 50 as
the Winter winds.
The temperature will be just q bit
higher, not very much SO, but quite
noticeable to such persons as are con-
stitutionally adverse to low tempera-
lures.
There will be enough increase in
warmth, and decrease in wind velocity
to suit exactly the gentleman who
realizes that he would never make
much OF q success as a MmberJack In
the great North woods.
High-ho, a cherry-oh, 1t takes all
sorts to make this world!
This Is very comforting sugges-
tion, when the early morning pedes-
trian feels slightly ashamed Of himself,
in comparison with the bullies Of the
North woods.
They could stand anything, evident
ly, If half the tales one reads about
them are true, and one feels reasonably
sure that they are.
No lumberman would think a thing
in the world Of walking 80 miles to
work in the morning, even with the
temperature down to 40 degrees below
zero.
Here it is about 40 degrees above the
mystic mark, and still an effete city
man feels that he must walk just a bit
-, 10 al
to its warming action.
There is so much more to look at,
these days, especially If one Is for
tunate enough to live where the way
to the more Travelled thoroughfare lies
down a real road, the sort the poets
write about, road without any side
walk.
The houses, some amounting to man
sions, sit well back, faced by great
lawns, which are getting greener every
morning now.
Nature is picking up, after the drab-
ness of the past four months.
Her assorted facts, now creeping into
prominence, bit by Bit help the walker
enioy his walk, They take his mind
off the lamentable necessity for pro-
truding one foot before the other end
lessly.
walking, Intellectually, is a silly per-
formance.
It is automatic, but unfortunately
needs the direction OF the mind, At
least to start it going.
After the initial urge, II one Is able
to find occupation for bored mind, he
will be able to declare. at the end. and
somewhat to his own astonishment, that
he enjoyed his walk.
Here are some squirrels. recently
arrived, Haunting their tails in the
fresh atmosphere, darting from tree to
tree.
Here is a fresh crop of birds, includ-
ing several old favorites, the robin, the
blue Jay and the cardinal.
One would have to walk long way,
indeed, to find better birds.
And here are three fine old shrubs,
one In bloom, one all ready to flower,
and another trying to clothe itself In
green leaves.
The forsythia. which, in the recent
snow, looked for all the world like a
lemon pie with meringue top; the Japa-
nese ounce, and the lilac.
Yellow cups of the narcissus haunt
| themselves beneath the shrubbery. Tulip
leaves are we'll up. one notes; the last Of
the crocus family is blooming, yellow
and purple.
| Well 60 walking down the road, in
the early. early Spring. on a sunshiny
day (because, of course, one doesn' t
! walk when it rains).