It will not include winter and summer but
an all-round-the-year-ness, it will not mean a flower, but flowers,
cherry blossoms from Japan, acacia from Australia, and the best from
everywhere which all together will mean to him - San Francisco.
The smell of the acacia, which he knew as the wattle, inspired Kipling
to write those words
"Smells are surer than sounds or sights
To make your heart strings crack."
Perhaps many others see with me this difference between San Francisco
and the rest of the country, as though nature here expresses herself in
bounty more than in resurrection. Oh, well, whether it be "lilac time"
or "all the time" to each locality there is its own beauty and, as for
me, I have yet to find, in all my travels, the "place that God forgot."
It Takes All Sorts
"Hey, hey," called the tall, nervous man with the fat, little wife,
waving his arms at the conductor for fear he would be carried past his
corner.
"It takes all sorts of people to make a world," remarked the
sensible-looking woman beside me.
It is not the first time that I have been impressed with the philosophy
of those words. Who said them first, I wonder. "It takes all sorts of
people to make a world." That is, if we only had one sort or even a
number of sorts we would have no world. To make a world there must be
all sorts, including the funniest folks we ever knew.
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