Evening Star Newspaper, November 26, 1922, Page 84

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C.—ROTOGRAVURE SECTION—NOVEMBER 26, 1922. THE. BIG OUTDOORS ByW. E. HILL Copyright, 1922, by The Chicago Tribune When Mr. Coon s At His Desk In The City The Big Outdoors Has An Awful Lure. Leave Him Out In The Open With Only Mother 5 Nature To Keep Him Company And Very { A - S A Soon Mr Coon Will Begin To Wish ¥ e A For The City. [4n’t Nature Just WONCERFUL? When You Stop To Think Cf All It Means To The Budding Pcet—And What It's Cone For Him. The Cay Of The Spring Poet s Past, However. So If Your Idea Cf A Regular Poet Is One Who Skips Over The Greensward Singing About April Showers And May Flowers. You May As Well Turn Right Around And Go Home. The 1922 Model Poet Dcesn’'t Waste Any Kind Words Cn Spring—Or Summer Either He Takes On Some- thing Like This: “Oh, Let Me Forget The Pangs Of Ycur Terrible Beauty. Ch, Fierce June. And You Tco, Vile August, Oversexed And Rotting Wickedly Let Me Rather Seek Shelter Of Cool November. Oh, Lead Me To The Slaughter. Sweet Autumnal Ceath,—And The Ever Dreamless Sleep.” Of Course. It Should Be Spaced Differently. But This Is The Gist Of It. *“‘Out In The Big Outdocrs, ‘Where Life Is Free, And Men Are Men, With Hearts Of Oak And Arms Of Brawn,”” So The Scenario Writer Put It. Well, Maybe So. But Too Often They Are Built More On The Order Of Hi Peebles, Shown Here, En Route To The East Meadow With A Load Of Fertilizer. Tke Gentle Feminine Touch. The Senti- mental Lady Who Loves The Big Out- doors s Very Fond Of Quoting Some- thing Apropos Of The Season. If It's Early Summer, Or Even As Late As The, Twentieth Of July, She Will Murmur, “Ok, What Is So Rare As A Cay In June.” Sweetly And Sadly. But If It's Any Other Month Of The Year. Say Up To The Middle Cf April, She Will An- ncunce That “Now Ccme The Melan- choly Bays: The Sad- dest Of All The Year,” With Just As Much Sweetness And Sadness, s et A Anything In The Big OutdoorsThat Makes For Beauty In The Landscape Has A Surprising Effect On Marcia. “Oh. Win- field,” Marcia Will Cry, "Just Look At This Lovely. Lovely Grove Of Trees! | Just KNOW That If We Look HARD We Wil! See AFAIRY'! | Just Know I'll Meet A Fairy Some Cay! Wouldn’t You Just LOVE To Meet A Fairy Here Win- field?” LR ; The Great Big Free Outdoors Is All Righe For Those Who Like It. But A Good. Close-trimmed Lawn Is More To The Liking Of The Timid Lady Who Was Born Fearful That Something—A Wocd- chuck, Or A Snake, Maybe-—Would Jump Out At Her From The Lcng Grass. The Big Outdcors And Art—Capital A, Please—Are Constantly At War With Each Other. Artists Are Always Complaining That Such And Such A Land- scape Coesn’t Compose Well. Cr Model Well. Or That The Country Is All Wrong In Feeling. And So The Artists. Being Thwarted On Every Side. Have To Go Back To Their Studios And Make Up Something Out Of Their Own Heads That Won't Be All Wrong In Feelin, I i o s "Along In The Spring Of The Year When Birds Are Chirping And The 2 Crocus, Etc., Etc., The Lady With The Early Gree& %mpBlex (S)‘:ucf:l“mb' G Is One Of Those Virile Red- To The Lure e Big Outdoors. bl:;:i‘s.eWI:ose Strenuosity In The Big Right Out Before Everybody She The Tourists And The Famous View. Somehow Or Other Outdoors Is Appalling. Always Pull- Makes Her Appearance As Poverty, It Really Coesn’t Seem So Very Much. “Give Me,"” They ing Up Big T?epo;l g; The Roots Or or Chastity, Or Lust, As The Case Say. “The View Bacle Home. Looking Out Toward Frant- Chopping Them Down Or Digging May Be. In The Spring Pageant zeniParkFrom Bergéaiveauel Holes In The Ground For No Reason Given For The Benefit Of The Col- At All! Jeze Alumnae Association. | | AR Ny (. <