Evening star., 1941-04-15
The COMING
Tower

ceiling plaster
Some comic, and some malevolent.
Together we knew the black grass
Piercing the thin snow
For the sign of desolation that 10
was.
We shared mumps. chocolate, tonsf
operations, ana poor report cards.
We wallowed in the heather on the
edge of Ballard Down.
And yelled Tennyson's Revenge" TO
the startled gulls
And saw below us the rock called
Old Harry,
That had broken of from the main
land,
And felt sorry for the grass on It's
head,
Isolated from it's kin for the last
hundred years.
Now, you are in London, and ! am
in New York,
And as l sink into my warm, dry
bed for a nights sleep,
New faces appear on my ceiling.
All spiteful. but some still uncon-
sciously funny
And you, woman, at dawn stretch
out on the platform OF fetid
tube station:
You are living a greater fight than
Grenvilles,
Facing longer odds than a mere ons
to fifty-three-
D a,I.N
warm sheets and peaceful sleep
And the cosy chuckle Of my
| radiator
But, feel as isolated as the grass
on Old Harry's head.
As desolate as the black blades Of
winter grass
Piercing the thin snow.
A. BABINGTON SMITH.
For while plsys-the cheapest and
phoniest of them-created illusion
for us, the circus didn't create it..
For it always seemed TO us that the
circus folk were not having any
fun, while everybody on the stage
semed to be doing what he en-
joyed.
In fiction, however, the circus and
circus performers are more fascinat-
ing to us than the circus is, or ever
was. There is the well known
Chad Hanna" Walter D. Edmonds
excellent book; and there is an
other that never, it seemed TO US
got tenth the acclaim 1t deserved
Big Show" by Charles Cook.
F. P. A. remarked the other dav
that all heads Of government were
called great writers as long as they
remained in office.-Lewis Gannett
in yesterdays Herald Tribune.
On March 20. we said that the
excellence of Mr.. Churchill's and
of President Roosevelt's prose
caused us to wonder who their Eng
lish teachers were, for they must
have been unusual. But we doubt
that we ever said what Mr.. Gam
nett says that we said.
Famous Pan Shows.
Peter.
Out Of the Frying.
ANA Hattie.
The game was played at Kanawhs
Park. Kanawha is an old Indian
name meaning Kanawha Harry
Cross in the Herald Tribune.
Pronounced Kanswha.
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Ballad of the Night Wood.
Father, the moon is falling now
Beyond the hill, behind the trees.
Whose is the song so thin and wild,
That cries along the autumn
breeze?
Daughter. stay by your fathers
Where meat and drink and bed
are sure.
Wander not by the woods dark edge
Nor follow the night winds sigh
ing lure.
Father, October's moon has set
Beyond the hill, beyond the trees.
Give me candle to light my way
Where a dead moon cries along
the breeze.
Daughter. turn from the wood s
dark edge
Where shimmering shadows curl
and twist.
There was never song nor candle
light.
Nothing lives there, except tn.
| mist.
Only the mist Is alive in the wood
And the song you follow Ia the
| song OF water
| Lspping the shore and ripping the
reeds.
Answer, return my daughter,
daughter.
| Father, see the moon, the moon,
| But where is the hill and where
| are the trees?
| Answer, father, answer, answer.
| Why do I shiver? There is no
breeze. HARLAN.
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What the Dies COMMITTEES will
think OF our baseball prediction we
tremble to think, but our forecast
Is that the series will be played
between the Red Sox and the Reds.
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Among the mysteries of the early
tennis season are why is the net
suddenly about feet high and the
court about u feet wide and 20 feet
long?
II | ~ q
Sign OF Spring: Putting away the
winter driving gloves. not bothering
to remember where they'll be next
November. F.P.A
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