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WILMETTE LIFE July 2, 1926 . we did when we skimmed all Rome in five · hours, seeing St. Peter's, the Sistine Chapel, 1 the Coliseum, the Forum, the Baths of 1881iBD FRIDAY OIP BACH WBIIK Caracalla, and everything else of imporLLOYD ao~lrrnca. INC. 1212 Central Ave., Wilmeth,. Ill tance. r.llacaco oft'lce: t N. Klchilran AYe. Tftl. atate 1111 The summer student was usually muc~ 'rele~t···e. · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ···..·· Wl. .ette lDt ,o lder than the September-to-June pupil. 811BSCBIPTION PRICE ···········. -..o A ftA.R We believe, however, that. inasmuch as the 1!1~ Cerrt· ·.·....·....·.··.......... 2ae a habit of attending school during July and All communications must ~e accompanied by the aame and address of the writer. Artloles for pubAugust is growing more coll!t11o.n ~h.at .the ltcatlen must reach the editor by We4n·day difference referred to above ts dtmtntshmg. noon tv Insure 11.ppearanee tn current Issue. Today it is rather difficult to tell the two Resolutions of condolence, cards of thanks. nbttuar~·. notlcee of entertainments or ott1er aftypes apart. WILMETTE LIFE I SHORE LINES I THINK OF THEEl Each day-each night, I By dark or light, I think of Thee! all the sounds of day are deadIVhm God's fair ca1~d/es i l itm o'erhtad Divine!~· bright/ tlzi11k of Thu! ~Vhen ·-t· tatrs whf'rf' ftn admittance charge Is pubJished, wHJ hf' charged at regular advertising rates. Entered at the poet omce at Wtlmette, :mnols, man matter ot the second class, under the act or March 3. 181'9 u Camping Out Ill yrirf'-ill joy:. That cllrer or c/o,·. M\' soul seeks Ti1a! tVIzc11 all ilzc ·worries of tlz c das ..1 rc ill their gra'i'CS Gild laid Cl'll'O_\' T o ne'er amroy1 think of Thee! On carl /r - on ltiylz Forr7 'L'Y I vVi/1 lony for Thee! Whc11 for t!r :s f,ocf _ \' lu·lls slwll toll · .-Jnd life is dollc'--.·lh . thrH my soul Sltalf uf'7·'Cird fl." Aud sal.· for TlzN! - H. A. MILLS. Picnics and Such ,~,vE certain.l y had a picnic!" E . That's what any normal man, woman, or child wilJ say if he wants to impress upon others the fact that he (.or she, if you insist) has had an especially hilarious time. And the universal use of this method proves that everybody loves to go picnicking. Of course there are a few very old people who simply hate picnics. Such people would rather, much rather, have their food served to them ,o n a · china plate and eat it with the customary utensils. They have not the least desire to sleep anywhere else than on their own comfortable mattresses. But everybody else except these luxurylovers gets a thrill ,out of picnics. What does your true picnicker care if the bacon is only half done? If the straw-stuffed tick is lumpy? If he has to walk a mile every morning to get nice rich cream? Of c.o urse we are referring here more to camping out than to the ordinary one-day picnic, but after alJ, camping out is merely a protracted picnic. The one-day picnicker has the same attitude. He likes pink lemonade, sand\\riches, and pie eaten al fresco on the ground :-So tired but so happy! The season of picnics is opening. The churches are making dates f,or their annual outings. The various secular organizations are looking forward to their more or less sylvan gambols. Let's go on a picnic! VERY man not too near 100 years of age can recall with considerable vividness his first camping experiences. Of course there are a few men who never had the good. fortune to camp out, but since these unfortunates are. in the decided minority, we shall proceed to disregard them. Our first experience in thi s .field began at that very moment when we became aware that a certain group of our friends was planning to go and that this same group would allow us to go along. Receiving the permission of our parents we at once hitched our wagon to a star and cancelled all the dates ,on our calendar except the date of departure. Our preparation, as we now recall it, was very simple. We simply gathered all our old clothes into one large bundle. Thus equipped \'\'e set off by train-North Western, we believe-for Lake Marie, one of that numerous group in the neighborhood of Fox lake, not far from Chicago. Arnvmg at the favored spot we pitched our tents. The details of life in that camp are faded. The general tnemory is pleasant. We recall distinctly that one .o f our camp fellows brought with him a bushel of roasted peanuts. Our experiences with peanuts having previously been litT)ited to five cents' worth, a bushel was incredible. The meals, cooked outdoors, were better in prospect that in actual reality. We swatn, rowed, fished (not much) and slept (when the mosquitoes allowed). A grand life! Young boys should not be allowed by their par~nts to drive automobiles unless accompanied by an older person. The reas.ons are obvious but apparently need· emphasizing. The main reason is that children are imprudent, willing at almost any time to take chances. ·1'Ioreover, they cannot properly estimate the power of the motor which they are controlling nor the momentum of the car itself. They should not be allowed to drive alone until they arc much nearer the years of discretion. Our lawmakers, .recognizing these facts. have passed laws forbidding the driving of cars by boys of 16 or under unless an older person is with them. We Thought It Had Been Started! Dcrc Slave: Don't vou think it would be a good idea to start the fa shion for men to wear divided skirts? -LYDIA. SUMMER IN CHICAGO Cold days, hot days, windstorms, rainstorms, thun· de rstorms, clear days, cool days, cloudy days-th e right kind of weather at the wrong time, alway~ . . . . . Shebas in light I'Ummer dresses and sheiks strolling hatless and coatless in the heat of the aftt·rnoon . . . . . the same shebas with cloaks covering !.he same dresses strolling in the evening, accompanied by sheiks wearing topcoats and straw hat~ . . . . . clouds and a northeas t wind . . . . . shivering shebas and sheiks in all varieti es of coats . . . . .advertising posters on the "L" platforms . . . . . "Blah theatre, 70 degrt.>es cool insidt-,' ' "Great Snowstorm at the 1\lerry Paradise," "Drink Coco Cola. Always Refreshing" . . . . . Yellow slickers on wet days covering ,street clothes . . . . . yellow slickers on dry days covering bathing '3Uits . · · · . Chicago beaches jamed with the populace in all its glory . . . . north shore beaches jammed with children . . . . . Sheridan road jammed with traffiC; . . . . . "Is this ·the way to Char.nt·i lake?" . . . . . "How do you . get to Waukegan road '.'" . . . . . "Where's the Garden of Al1ah ?" . . . . . .Maxwell street on a hot night . . . . . familie!!! ::;leeping in trucks parked along the curb · . . . . ·~hildren sleeping in pushcarts parked anywhere and everywhere . . . . . big rats disputing the right-otway . . . . . the usual garbage smell fighting to hold its own against the fragranC'e of the stock· yards creeping up from the southwest . . . . . Lincoln park full of families from the Italian district on the near north side . . . . . Garfield park full of a conglomerate mass of humanity . . . . . Washington and Jackson parks the same . . . . Up north at the lake resorts, giggling girls ln knickers, giggling girls in sailor togs, gigglingg girls' in bathing Ruits, giggling girls in sports wear . . . . . sheiks in ditto . . . . . jazz bands across the water . . . . . "Let's Talk About My Sweetie" . . . . . moonlight . . . . . Away down on the south side, in the steel mills district, the eternal red glow flickering up, ·o rightening the sky, then dying down a bit . . . . . hig ore freighters tied up in the slips . . . . . the ~ lectric lights of the hydraulic and electric rigs, sparkling as they shoot back and forth, shrieking and groaning . . . . . and along Ninety-second stre<'t, and elsewhere, the bums sitting on th e curbing outside the soft drinl< parlors of suC'h as Honest John ( Wi<'c·ziewski) who sells a sl10t of raisin-jack for 15 cents, two for a quarter . . . . . . . . (By which, of course, I mean the Chicago area.) Taking it Seriously T IME was, and still is, in n1any places, when the sumtner scho,ol student could easily be distinguished from the regular scholar by his much greater seriousness. The expression in his face, and in fact in his entire bearing, plainly said, "I'm here to get all I can out of my brief stay in "these haJis of learning." Quite different from that of the regular scholar, which was nonchalant and, we may say, bored. And there was a good reason for this difference. The regular attendant had nine rnpnths at his disposal. He had thirty-six weeks in which to digest Caesar. But the summer boy · or girl had only six or eight weeks in which to chew, swallow, and assimilate (if possible) De Bello Gallico. Why shouldn't he take his work seriously? The ·summer school student whom we have seen at the University of Chicago was, if a girl or woman, an ultra s,o ber individual, actuated by a most solemn purpose. Her favorite motto was "Life is real, etc." She attended every public lecture off~r~d ~ anybody. She must have fdt as -Tnr. JoKeR. TO LAURA Your eyes, twin mirrors, reflecting star-shine and moonlight; Your hair, the sheen of moonlit waters; Your lips, Heaven, so sweetly unattainable, so tanalizingly near; '.n d your heart, another's. \\.l1t·n r eflecting upon the location of the new Saniuu·y Barber shop, just across from the entrance to . the caf{·teria, we had an inspiring idea. Everyone knows that ::;uch things as eating and getting hair··uts and shavt>s take up a lot of valuable time. Then why not combine the two and thus save many golden hours during the Yt>ars? A tunnel could be cut under Central avenue from the careteria to the barber shop ~nd the chairs could be fitted with big arms like those in a Thompson's lunch room. One could then enter the cafeteria, get his tray full, come back through the tunnel and enjoy his meal and tonsorial attentions at the same time. Isn't that a brilliant thought? We have a suspicion that some day one of th(·se ideas of ours will make us a fortune. -THE SLAVE. I often happens that a clever chap will attack a piece of \YOrk with great vim but will fail to accomplish his aim because he lacks staying power. Whereas a fellow of moderate ability and steady persistence will make little headway at first but by keeping at it and losing no grounJ will in a moderate time succeed. It is well to remember that a blunt wedge will some- T times do what a abarp axe will not.