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Show B? M arK Baiminj 5p3( r9.K 'fhoma.s ySN? "T TT 71 MILE they were waiting A ' near tne chimes ring y y out for midnight on New v,. Year's Eve, Dan said r suddenly : "Have you ever thought much about Time' Dra?" You ask strange questions, ques-tions, young man," she laughed. "I don't quite know what you mean." Dan grinned back at her. "When you get going on it . . . it's rather rath-er awful. And when I say awful . . . I mean Just that. Until the idea of 1PJ1 Sri mm the Old and the New Year formulated form-ulated in men's minds It was just Time everywhere every-where infinite, unbounded, uncounted, un-counted, going on and on. Then I suppose somebody some-body noticed. In certain parts of the world, that birds came back In one season, and went back In another. That now it was cold for a while, and now it was hot came and went with regularity . . . and so, they sort of scratched their heads and said, 'Look here . . . there are four seasons, spring, summer, sum-mer, autumn, winter. And there are suns and moons to measure them by, day and night,' I don't think Time itself really cares whether it is divided Into twenty-four twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, and twelve months a year or not; just a convenience for human beings. The animals don't care; the birds know when to leave and when to return without any calendars cal-endars whatever . . . funny, Isn't It? You get lost In the Idea; not technically, but Just brooding over it. What has happened in men's minds divides Time for us. Time Itself is un- changed . . . It's awful, Isn't it? Scares one a little." The clock began be-gan booming off twelve strokes. "Midnight . . . and Happy New Year!" smiled Dora. "You're probably right, but I'm glad somebody thought it up the beginning of a New Year, and all the fun of It. If It were all liict TMmp . . . giI where would the pnrties be?" "Goose," ho laughed. "Come on, let's be on our way and crash one this minute I" . 1933, Wojitern Nowspnpor Union. |
