Evening star., 1950-01-30
This and That
By Charles E. TraceyeU

"Hokun, JONES'" screamed the impudent
blue jay. If 1t amt spring, I'm a turtle
dove"
'You amt turtle dove" roared back
Templeton Jones' falling into the same sort
OF language, "and so it amt spring"
Sounds spring to me, JONES'" cooed a
chickadee.
Couldn't be more spring if it was June l."
called cardinal
IF this amt spring. then I'm a China
man." screamed the old jaybird.
This time Templetcn Jones let the remark
pass.
IL was no use arguing with the creatures
They couldn't understand English. They
had tongue all their own.
AS to how Templeton Jones understands
the language Of bird and beast that is some-
thing else again. It is q matter of heart
One has to be understanding, in the first
place, and have liking for them, in the
second.
Persons who are Indifferent to the children
OF nature, those who go in feathers and fur,
lack something or other.
Jones would be the last one to say what
they lack
He knows that it makes no difference.
This day and age specializes In trying to
make every one like every one else. Chill
dren have it down to such a science that
they veritably wear uniforms. Two small
boys at the age Of 10 years resemble each
other even to their wintertime earmuffs. AS
for those miracles of modern womanhood,
the teen-agers, they look so exactly alike
to Templeton Jones that he scarcely dares
call one Mary" for fear of finding out later
1t was "Jo-Ann." Even their names have
similarity. One Of the good points of this
ultra-modernity, however, is the return of
the old-fashioned names. There was time,
and not so long ago, either, when no girl
child was named Sally. Jones had friend
who scandalized his friends by so naming his
daughter. Happily that time is gone. and
now we have plenty of Sallies.
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Making Of the mass man
This is bitter thing.
It was only when it was accomplished that
great crowds Of people, even whole nations,
could be treated as cattle.
Thousands of years had gone by, and man
kind had thought the very ancient idea of
slavery had vanished, when suddenly it
popped up in virulant form in Germany
We forget too soon, says Jones.
The mass man. wherever found, goes in
sort of uniform. He is just piece of meat
1t was not so in the old days.
Il y
Templeton Jones recalls with an almost
frightened smile the old family friend known
as Uncle Josh. He was an individual SOUL
Uncle Josh had small job in the pension
bureau.
He wore the same black suit winter and
summer
The only concession he made to the hot
season was to remove his necktie.
This allowed his bright gold button to shine
to the world, slow-moving then as he was
Uncle Josh was a dear old man. He kept
his wife back in one of the States. managed
to live very nicely by himself, just so long
as he sent enough money home.
He loved music. He had an old violin, on
which he liked to play "Over the Waves
and other gentle old tunes. He was neat
hand at cards, but preferred to make music
He was testy with his accompanies
If they missed beat, he would put down
his fiddle, and look over the top Of his
glasses.
Nov let's try it again." he would say, and
away he would 60. regardless.
There was nothing of the "mass man"
about dear old Uncle Josh.