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FR hu pik AAS pk; 24 WINNETKA TALK WIN T On a card announcing an organ concert NETKA ALK in a north shore town appears the sentence: ISSUED SATURDAY OF EACH WEEZ "The great music of the Organ inspired the LLOYD HOLLISTER, INC. ancient saying of the philoso- S54 Lincoln Ave, Winnetka, IIL The pher, "The violin is played in Chicago office: § N. Michigan Ave. Tel. State 326 Violi Hell, but the organ is played 3 rr» TOIEDRONE +." vevvvnorssessnsensnnessssr. Winnetka 2000 olin in Heaven.' " , Telephone ........... gsc ors ceeeeeess.. Wilmette 1920 What inspired the ancient SUBSCRIPTION PRICE ..............52.00 A YEAR All communications must be ed by the name and address of the writer. Articles for pub- Heation must reach the editor by Thursday noon to insure appearance in current issue. Resolutions of condolence, cards of thanks, obituary, aontices of entertainments or other affairs where an admittance charge is published, will be charged at regular advertising rates. Entered at the post office at Winnetka, Illinois, as mail matter of the second class, under the act of March 3, 1879. Three days ago a large gang of strep- tococci settled themselves upon our tonsils and there grew into large and thriving colonies. There they drove their stakes and remained, one colony on the left, the other on the right of the passageway leading to our interior. At first we did not know that these nasty little foreigners were there. In fact we didn't know they were at all, least of all in our own private mouth. We suspect that they took advantage of of us when we were off our guard. When we had been half doped by the bad air in the editorial rooms. In fact we fell asleep one afternoon only to be awaked by the rough voices of the editor-in-chief. We have good reason for thinking that it was then that the cocci first entrenched them- selves. If we only could have seen them coming! Well, first they built up these two colonies and almost at the same time began sending to every part of our body little poison scouts. Maybe these little rascals were real- ly responsible for our falling asleep in the editorial sanctum. At any rate we began to feel worse as the day wore on until at dinner time we didn't care if we ever ate again. And then the home guards began to fight the invaders. What a fight that was! We were so excited that our temperature went up to 103. We knew we couldn't be of any real service; so we went to sleep. They fought all that night, the cocci and our brave boys. When the doctor called next morning, he exclaimed as he examined our throat, "Aha! a very bad case of tonsilitis!" And proceeded to assist the defense by swabbing our two tonsils with some liquid he called "hell-fire." It was. We passed that whole day and the suc- ceeding night asleep, coming to conscious- ness only when it seemed best to assist the home guards from the outside. That done we immediately went to sleep again. We didn't know that sleeping was so easy. Then came Sunday and with it the begin- ning of the defeat of the cocci. The fight kept up, but the excitement of the fray de- creased." In the afternoon two of our friends called and left us a valentine. We read a few lines in the Sunday paper, listen- ed to several strains of wholesome music produced by our fellow partner, and to cele- brate our ultimate recovery, drank half a glassful of pineapple juice. The object of this editorial is to induce Three Days x employers to provide fresh comfortable air _their employes and themselves. philosopher was certainly a bitter and ine- radicable prejudice against the violin. We don't know the name of this old fellow, but we do know that the writer of this card now lying before us did not do well to cite this passage in support of the value of organ music. Suppose a north shore father should suggest to his young daughter that she take up lessons on the violin. She would turn upon him in righteous anger and slay him with, "The violin is played in Hell!" An insurance agent does not run down a rival company. And yet if he does adopt this foolish course he would have more solid ground to stand on than the writer of this card. Insurance companies do differ widely in policy values, but there is no such distinction between the relative values of the organ and of the violin. There have been as many good and great violinists as organists. There is no inherent reason why the air waves coming from one instrument should be more desirable than those coming from another. Surely the difference in size and complexity does not cause difference in worth. Perhaps the associations of the or- gan make it a holier instrument than the violin. But this card was not intended sole- ly for people who would be influenced by such associations. If the organ is played in Heaven, so is the violin. According to reports from the Christmas Seals headquarters in Chicago the world record for per capita sale of Christmas Seals is held by one of our own north shore schools--the Joseph Sears of Kenilworth. This is not merely a state record, or even a national, but a world record! We congratulate Joseph Sears school on having achieved this signal honor. It meant plenty, of downright hard work, but the success of the school shows the stamina of the pupils. Three cheers for Joseph Sears! A World's Record The refusal of the North Shore Gas com- pany to take advantage of the lowering of heat value in gas from 530 b. t. u. to 450 b. t. u., even if the Illinois Real Commerce Commission should b grant such a reduction, is ap- Service preciated not only by the com- pany's customers but by all who have learned of this refusal. Cus- tomers, present and prospective, feel an ad- ded assurance that the company fully in- tends to give real service. The stand taken by the company increases the good will be- tween themselves and the public. We bow our appreciation to the North Shore Gas company. The school year is more than half over. The school boy finds the last day nearer than the "first day of school." And to many a boy that's a great comfort. Soon parents will broach the subject of where to spend the summer. But there are several months of school left. : a February 19, 1927 --II SHORE LINES L & HOME Tremulous I stand Upon the threshold of my new home, A home and yet not that. T hose stiff walls do not know me, Those silent walls Which do not smile, Which do not grieve. No pulse to quicken life, No warmth, no glow From lingering memories Of reminiscent long ago. But time; allow a little while To soften it with years; Laughter will mould the sternness down, Grief mellow it with tears. When baby days Are chronicled upon the walls, And baby footsteps traced across the floor; When little finger marks have been washed off Till there is no more paint upon the door, Then you may call it home. When day on day You have gone weary there, As to a sanctuary of divine portend; Lived there and loved And hoped and prayed, As fading daylight lingers to its end, Then you may call it home. --R. A. We were on the verge of calling upon our offi- cial sob sister to regale herself and us with a de- tailed discourse anent the indisposition of our es- teemed space-filler to the left when that worthy popped up unexpectedly, most completely purged of the parasitical streptococci of tonsilitis fame, and prepared to pursue his accustomed ways. leaaa asst oo os oo ool z You're In Dere Mique: Will this one let me in? Two little coons on a bridge a-sittin' One pair of bones back and forth a-flittin' One large knot from a plank a-missin' Pair-a-dice lost! --LUMBER JACK. The unannounced return of the gentle philos- opher--yet again, to our left--necessitated some fast thinking, since we were just then in the way of expending a generous portion for a joyous nosegay. An innate quick wittedness, however, hurried to our rescue, directing us to convert our floral contribution into a Valentine for a de- serving, though weary, flapper. The box of sweets, erstwhile intended for the shuffling sheba, was thus saved for home consumption. It Is Often So From Tom's Park Ridge Weekly -- On Saturday evening, February 5, Mr. and Mrs. August Simon, who reside at 501 South Prospect ave- nue, were the victims of a well planned surprise. The occasion was the twenty-fifth wedding anniversary of this most worthy couple. Probably a Birdie Dear Mique: Supposing John Rathbone had overtaken that Kenilworth hold-up man and landed on him with the brassie with which he was armed. Would that have constituted "a hole in one," or would it have been a "casualty?" --ANN ONYMUS. Problem of Etiquet George Schaefer--' 'You were making forty-five. I'll have to pinch you." Fair Motorist--"Oh, if you must, please do it where it won't show." ~--DAvVR "Antique" Item If and when the George Rose household in Glencoe numbers four persons, might not the group be termed the "Four Roses?" --PAT. Truth Will Out Thus comments our friend the genial druggist concerning one of those balmy spring days in February: "well, every day like this brings us that much nearer to July." Aside to Bill the Incomparable Comp: If it's a cold day, lift next above and stick in snow story. --MIQUE.