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26 WINNETKA TALK February 25, 1928 WINNETKA TALK ISSUED SATURDAY OF EACH WEEK by LLOYD HOLLISTER, INC. 564 Lincoln Ave., Winnetka, IIL Chicago office: 6 N. Michigan Ave. Tel. State 6326 Telephone... .......... 'Winnetka 2000 or Wilmette 4300 SUBSCRIPTION: PRICE... vow. uv. $2.00 A YEAR All communications must be accompanied by the name and address of the writer. Articles for pub- lication must reach the editor by Thursday noon to insure appearance in current issue. Resolutions of condolence, cards of thanks, obitu- aries, notices of entertainments or other affairs where an admittance charge is published, will be charged at regular advertising rates. Next Thursday March comes in. And will he come in like a lion or like the mild lamb? If he resembles that portion of the winter that has already visited us we may expect a very early spring. But if we are to pay for the kind What May We treatment the past nL? few months have Expect of March? given us, we're in for a rough time. We have known Marches in brief experi- ence that have been positively balmy. Violets bloomed and birds sang. Life was lyric. But, on the other hand, we have gone through some Marches when the going was horrible--fierce winds, tons of snow, and zero temperatures. Still, mild or wild, there is something unusually attractive about this third month of the year. On the 21st the old ship Earth gets on even keel again, and the nights and days are of equal length. And St. Patrick revisits in spirit the scene of his heroic ex- ploits. Whatever we may expect of March we are almost certain to get a stimulating mix- ture of the welcome and unwelcome. The recently passed Dollar Days with their low prices and high values emphasize by their popularity the genuine advantages of trading with neighborhood business houses. The hundreds who flocked to the ; stores and exchanged Patronize their cash for real bar- Local Dealers gains see more clearly now than they did be- ; fore how completely their friends, the store keepers, can meet the wants of their neighbors. It is without doubt true that patronage of local dealers means benefit not only to sellers but also' to buyers. The bigger the sales the more money there is to put into in- creasing the size and variety of stocks, an increase that means more certain satisfac- tion of buyers' needs and desires. Deal with the stores nearest your home. It will pay you. If you have never played in an orchestra or sung in a chorus you have missed one of the greatest and most genuine joys of life. To have a part in producing harmony, no matter how poor it may seem to others, is to experience a series of thrills that mere hearing or seeing cannot begin to rival. If you have a chance to get into a little or- chestra or chorus, take it by all means. Living can be made more worth while by the giving and getting of little gifts, not demanding much outlay of money or time, but meaning much. A valentine is more than a piece of paper. A flower on a birth- day is not simply a botanical exhibit. A word of appreciation at a critical moment is worth many dollars. All of which is trite, but perpetually true. It is good that individuals and local as- sociations should do what the Indian Hill association of Winnetka recently did-- formally express appreciation of the vil- lage board of trustees and formally put it- self on record as fully Show Your In forbs siias with the Appreciation The members of our several village boards are working hard with no recompense ex- cept that which comes to a person who likes to do what he is doing or that which comes to a person who is helping his fellow towns- people. They get no money for the energy they expend in behalf of their respective communities. And not seldom they are the butts of unpleasant abuse and scandal. So we urge our readers to exercise their sympathetic imagination and realize what our village officers are doing and what it is costing the same officers. Let us in addition show our cordial appreciation either to the officers themselves or to our fellow towns- people. Odd as it may seem to those of us who associate dog days with the torrid days of August, the dangers of rabies are still with us in the cold days of February. Unvaccin- ated, unmuzzled dogs are still wandering about and endangering Protect the the lives of those who are : dearest to us. Children It is hard to believe that there are in our civilized North Shore towns people who do not do what little they can to help stamp out this daily menace. But such people do exist. And little children are being bitten by these unvaccinated, unmuzzled dogs. Why should not the owners of such dogs be severely fined and their dogs mercifully disposed of? Only a few weeks ago we had the thrill- ing pleasure of seeing the Theater Guild players present "Number 17." We saw it at the Woman's Club in Evanston, and aside from the fact that the fat lady in front of us too frequently obscured our view of the exciting action by leaning first to one side and then to the other, we had a very stimu- lating evening. Messrs. Macy and Otis are without doubt professional amateurs. We, and that means this present editorial writer, paid our auto license in December. So we have nothing to fear from the hands of the police. We own no license-needing animals. So we have no responsibility of this interesting sort. But we do have to pay taxes of various kinds. And we intend to pay them to the genial collector in Win- netka, Sanborn Hale, at the Winnetka State Bank. So far as we know, no bombs are being exploded every other day or so on the North Shore. Mad dogs are biting children, but no one of our village officials has been roughly awakened from his slumbers by the loud concussions of a ball of high explosive. For this exemption we should all be thank- ful. Our picture was taken only a short time ago together with the faces and figures of the other Lloyd Hollister, Inc. boys and girls. Why it was taken we shall find out later. We suppose it was to adorn a story of some sort. Sooner or later every great in- dividual finds himself in some published pic- ture. We found ourself later. SHORE LINES IF ANYONE SHOULD ASK There is much to be remembered, That I can so well recall, There is much to be forgotten, And I can't forget, at all. For every hour mingles with The next, and who is there to say What minute memory shall be A withered leaf of yesterday? --Wickie P. S. Poof! You can't make me jealous, even if you do say Miss Anonymous sent you a Valentine. Mine was home made, especially for you. Oh, for the Good Old Days! After reading reams upon reams of copy anent child study and parent education--to discuss which . educators from far and wide convened at the Palmer House last week--we are inclined to feel relieved that we were reared without benefit of those ominous weapons termed psychology, psychiatry and sociology, or what have you; all of which, no doubt, have their rightful place in the scheme of things. Qur discipline was of the sterner stuff and managed pretty tolerably well to keep us on this side of barred enclosures. And while Mama feeds up on the newer meth- ods of approach in guiding those errant steps aright, little Johnny, like as not, continues to clip off those iron hats during the snow-balling seas- on and otherwise conduct himself after the fash- ion of the misdirected neighbor's boy. Margaret She seemed a fancy so unreal My eyes could not believe their sight-- She seemed a gift from high above Whose purpose was to give delight. Her hair was like the quiet glow Of the rising moon above a hill, As it gently sends its mirrored rays Upon a softly running rill. Her eyes were fashioned from some stars Found at the bottom of the sea-- Her lips were modeled from a rose Which Venus grew for gods to see. Her soul unseen was clear displayed Upon her features soft and sweei-- Her tender smile at once waylaid The heart of anyone she'd greet. And is it not a jest of fate That of all the hearts she caused to sigh, The heart she thrilled the most belonged To such a worthless wretch as I? --The Piscator Commercial Candor Perchance you missed the Wilmette Dollar Day advertisement which, in one instance, listed an item valued at one dollar at the remarkable reduction price of one dollar. Still, at second thought, it could well have been a bargain. Come on Over! Good afternoon, Ladies and Gentlemen: The great event is near at hand, and you're in- vited. In screaming headlines we announce with every ounce of the wim and wigor we can muster the Grand Opening of our new Sanctum Sanc- torum and immediate environs. The date is Sat- urday afternoon and evening, March 3, from 2 un- til just about, as the radio announcer would say. Come, and be prepared for some pleasant sur- prises. We'll be on deck, the entire crew: Holly, the Charlies, the Elmers and Hub, Fil and Mique (the celebrated side show duo), Jean and little Helen, Tiny the Toiler, Ruth and Rutheda, blue- eyed Anastasia, Jayne and Doris Van, plus Mary Mergenthaler, Bill, Tom and Jerry (not a bev- erage), Little Joe, Dominoes, Albert and the Flam- ing Youth, not to mention the Lieske's, Ernest, the Chesters, Bobby, the Rays and the Georges, all, all will be here to greet you. Come on over. Gin, the only type-eating terrier in captivity, will be on hand to give a continuous performance, pro- vided he hasn't another engagement. That alone is worth the price of admission, which is nothing more nor less than your most engaging smile. Ho, hum, as Harold would say: "The spirits are always good in Mayfair." --Mique.