Show abir APROPOS OF ANYTHING it is interesting now arid and then to spread the world out at y r feet and look at it closely lc it seems rather a pleasant place with those patches 3 of green velvet that aie ai a called continents and those larger stretches like rumpled blue silk that are called seas over hero here on the right ore are millions of little yellow haired midgets fidgets who idah are shooting tiny missies into black haired brown eyed midgets fidgets arid and stabbing them with little gleaming points of steel A tinge of red as of blood suffuses the whole picture pi ture and they say it is the worlds greatest war down here in the middle is a smudge ge of smoke and millions of midgets fidgets rush here and there like ants bent on multitudinous concerns iii beautiful little white palaces lot dot the patch of green velvet they are said to be monuments commemorative of prosperity and peace ivr herg on tl c e left are millions of other midgets fidgets with saffron skin and slant eyes moving sluggishly about as though groping for the light little specks move hither andion on the idest less field of blue and tiny puffs of mark their progress they are battleships fr for some of these midgets fidgets are fighting too about something over all broods the figure of the infinite being his face turned away as though in sad and thoughtful introspection bend your car closely arid and you will licar hear a voice saying these are the day when christianity is on tile the words are strangely mingled in the distant roar of guns listen yet agaba and you will hear another voice raised in mockery yes 1 and are the lays days when ain buddhism and mo hame are on trial the ribald cry is well nig nigh h lost it in i a chorus of groans and laughter the infinite one stirs resli restlessly essly and his eye lights up as with a new res receive you are all wrong ile ho murmurs to himself arid and I 1 really belie belice bel iee io I 1 must pluck this weed from my garden of stars it is hurn humanity anity that hai beer on trial and I 1 am at last convinced that I 1 planted bad seed so saying ile ho reaches forth ills his hand grasps the shining globe and tosses it into the limbo of misconceived conceived mis ideals 1 I do hope I 1 have better luck with the next one he fie remains with a sigh |