Evening star., 1938-02-13

light, ruined gardens, nightingales,
enchanted roses, wild horsemen, dane
ing skeletons, giants and mermaids all
appear and reappear throughout his
poems"
Its Not Scent Cigar,
But Cultured.
If WaSlingtonians are not informed
about the latest mode in politics, liter
ature and art. as well as a bakers
dozen of sciences thrown in, it Is their
own fault, since the winter season has
been particularly rich in opportunities
to hear the latest and most erudite
authorities on these subjects. The
Town Hall Meeting the Senator Bron-
son Cutting Memorial Lectures, the
Jewish Community Center, have all
had extremely interesting programs
Subjects Of great interest are discussed
in more conversational way-lectures
are tiresome-and the open forum
after. takes on a good deal Of the
atmosphere Of the old town hall meet
ings. A present-day audience is a
good deal like the little boy who when
he was asked why he liked the Episco-
pal Church, said. Because the preach
er says and I says, and then we both
says together"
Mrs. Grace Roper Bohn and Mrs,
Richard Oulahan several years ago
conceived that what the National Cap
ital needed was not so much a Scent
cigar. but forum where the general
public could hear national and in
ternational events discussed. Politi-
clans-who usually do all the talking
diplomats, fashionables and the man
in the street all became interested.
One might suggest that there should
be more Of the kind Of programs Mr..
Untermeyer will give tonight His
talk is to be lively appraisal of the
impulses which move us to read. He
Is going to tell his audience whether
they read poetry and prose to escape
life, or to share it more avidly? Why
do we read biographies-which are
flooding the book market?-It is be-
cause they answer our desire for gossip,
or fulfill the craving to be great, or to
furnish us with key for living? It
sounds awfully fetching and doubtless
many people would like to know Just
why they do read the books they read.
for there is small time for conversation
nowadays and one must get his
culture in homeopathic doses The old
saw. Tell me what man reads and
will tell you what he is" is quite de-
mode in the on-rush Of present day
literature. Poor indeed is the man or
woman who has not at least one book
to his credit
Charming Water Colors
Seen in Georgetown.
Several weeks ago. in stopping at
the Little Gallery, just above the
Intimate Bookshop, over in George
town. we were somewhat intrigued
by some water color pictures that
had an arresting charm and fresh
ness about them, buoyancy and imag-
inative qualities that attracted quite
little group of visitors to the GAL
lery. The work was a bit that of a
novice and vet showed confidence and
imagination and discretion in the
handling of colors.
The picture we were standing be-
fore was of road following a rather
steep embankment or hill, and over
and beyond the brow of the hill was
an open field filled with light. The
earthly qualities of the rock forma-
ton, with here and there a touch of
red Virginia clay, contrasted with the
shadowy roadway. Bits of green
between the rocks; the quail
ity of the road with its lights and
shadows from the sparse foliage on
either side, and the little house in
the bushes, were all pleasing. Nearby
was another water color. restful
domestic scene, entitled, "A Cabin in
the Thicket" landscape along
the old Georgetown canal, q more
picture and really excel
lent marine view. "Seascapes at At
lantic City" We were all rather
to find that George Ann,
the artist, was the daughter OF Mr..