geography book.
The Reader.
THE AGE OF THE GLOBE
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.
Real delicacy of feeling goes with the bulging tum rather than with the bulging forehead; who ever saw a thin Bishop or a fat man of science!
Happy the man with the bulging Tum,
Who smiles and smiles and is never glum!—
But alas for the man with the bulging brow,
If he wanted to smile, he wouldn’t know how!
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 Phœbus,—nothing!
If you asked an Astronomer whether the Pleiad girls were really the daughters of Atlas, or what Jupiter was doing with eight
Moons (if they
were
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