THE AGE OF THE GLOBE image The New World The Old World Some people are sensitive about their ages. The Giddy Globe has never told us hers. Rude men of science, after careful examination, declare she can’t be a day under five billion years old. Theologians, ever tactful in feminine matters, set her down as a shrinking young thing of barely four thousand summers. Happy the man with the bulging Tum, If the Giddy Globe asked us to guess her age, we should say, without a moment’s hesitation, “Whatever it is you certainly don’t look it!” Astronomers may say what they like, a Planet is as old as it looks, especially if it is a Lady-Planet, and we have seen ours when she didn’t look a June day over sixteen! and, not having a bulging forehead, we told her so! Astronomers think themselves so wise, but what do they know about the sex of the Planets? With the exception of Mother Earth and old Sol Phoebus,—nothing! If you asked an Astronomer whether the Pleiad girls were really the daughters of Atlas, or what Jupiter was doing with eight But is it not possible that the old Greek tales were the garbled gossip of an age-forgotten science of which we have only the A.B.C.? If it is Love that makes the world go round (and who can prove that it isn’t?), what makes the other Planets go round? How about the movements of the Heavenly Bodies? How about——* * This is all very interesting, Quite right! Quite right! how we do run on! image |