Evening star., 1960-08-11

News in Washington, accom-
panied by appropriate edi-
torial comment, takes on an
urgency-a remoteneSs on a
world-Shaking level which
gives it an air at times of
unreality. Charles E. Trace
well could always catch one
on the swing Of the pendulum
so that the day became real
once more, rich with mean
ing.
Herman Schaden must have
known him well to have
written about him with such
understanding. We, his read
ers, however. now have no
where to 60 when we reach
his corner-no one to gather
up our sighs. I can't help but
think that he hasn't gone
very far-that he has merely
taken one Of the many turns
in the road In response to his
own gentle curiosity and will
soon join US once again on
the main road, as was his
way.
Frances Townsend Trammell.
We have truly said farewell
to an era. AS your front pages
headline the approach of
some new and chaotic climax
to this small world Of ours,
the expiration Of Charles E.
Tracewell and his This and
That" column has put a final,
irrevocable period to the
eventful years Of the past
three decades.
A Washington native, I
have, on many occasions,
found escape in This and
Y That" for in the trying times
Of the past years, it was
steadying to open to the
editorial page Of The Star
and see the reliable Charles
Tracewell in his usual corner.
holding forth on subjects far
removed from the startling
front page stories.
He will be missed.
Esther X. Cannon.
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The birds, the flowers and
all the small animals, espe-
cially the feline species are
sad for they have lost a be-
loved friend. And all those
gentler species of mankind
who knew Charlie Trace
well are mourning his pass
ing.
Good = bye, T m pie t o n
Jones' Like Schweitzer you
had q reverence for Life"I
A horror of war. and all
strife;/ An understanding
of everyday things-/The
sweetness of love and the
bitter stings.
A sampler who spoke Of
the good and the bad Yet
making US more happy than
ever sad You made us
think Of what life is worth
. And more appreciative Of
this GOOD Earth"
Good night This and
That" friend Our memories
Of you will never end.
Mary v. Macdonald.
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I knew him only through
his column but as I read
that Charles Tracewell had
left the Washington scene q
tear rolled down my cheek.
Reassuringly, a thought
came that the great and in
finite beyond now has a new
and wonderfully perceptive
chronicler Of the little pre-
cious things that, up to now,
may have gone unnoticed.
The present human scene
sorely needs at least one
tender, understanding little
column to lead the heart
back home to things long
loved and dear.
Evelyn Chatfield.
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I commend The Star with
all my heart for keeping "the
light in the window" during
Mr.. Tracewell's illness, and,
with his own candles from
former years. How wonderful
it was to enjoy them again.
How many years he had
frightened that corner. In
the news of the worlds tur-
moil one always knew
where there could be found
one spot Of serenity, kindly
philosophy, tolerance and
especially love Of birds and
squirrels and the little peo-
pie of the woods. Indeed he
taught me from that cor
1er the most that I know
about bird-watching.
~Corinne r. Manning.
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The world is poorer for
Charles E. Tracewell's pass
ing. We are the happier that
he lived.
- COrnelia B. Rose, Jr.