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i i i H i | 30 _ANIomN WINNETKA TALK December 22, 1928 -- -- - WINNETKA TALK 1SSUED SATURDAY OF EACH WEEK LLOYD HOLLISTER, INC. Lincoln Ave., Winnetka, IIL Chicago office: 6 N. Michigan Ave. Tel. State $326 SUBSCRIPTION PRICE........... ... $2.00 A YEAR All communications must be accompanied by the name and address of the writer. Articles for pub- lcation must reach the editor by Thursday noon to re appearance In current issue. Resolutions of condolence, cards ef thanks, obitu- aries, notices of entertainments or other affairs where an admittance charge is published, will be charged at reenlar advertising rates. Some people. usually voune, think that one year is a long time. Others. usually older, think it a very short time. When one is waiting for a tardy Not Very acquaintance and has I Ly nothing to do, the minute g- hand creeps around the dial. ; But when one is absorbed in some activity, the minute hand covers the dial jwith alarming speed. _ Robert Kingery, secretary of the Chicago Regional Planning association, said recent- ly, "It won't be very long now, I mean 15 or 16 years, when one may drive south from Evanston on an outer drive." We ven- ture to assert that many of his hearers must have been surprised to learn Mr. Kingery's conception of a not very long time. They probably think of 15 or 16 years as quite a long time. In fact on the north shore great changes occur in even five or six years. If a north shore resident were to return to his home after an absence of five years he would scarcely recognize certain districts which he had known well before his absence. In the last few years enough building has been going on west of our north shore towns to confuse people who go away for only the summer months. To a child sixteen years is a very long time; and it would be something of a shock for a sweet young thing of sixteen to realize that it wouldn't be very long now, only 16 years, when she would be a nice old lady of 32. On the north shore is an organization just as important in its field, and just as active, as the Boy Scouts. More is heard about the latter organization prob- North Shore ably because it is older, : and perhaps because of Girl Scouts the innate diffidence of the more retiring sex. But be all that as it may, there is in every north shore town an active troop of Girl Scouts. Its general purpose and aims are" much the same as those of their brother Scouts-- development of physical, mental, and spir- itual health by the most efficient methods. These methods are mostly disciplinary, less emphasis being placed on book work than on actual exercise of the powers of the individual. The Girl Scouts have a summer camp at Juniper Knoll, Wisconsin. Every year the Girl Scouts of America meet in national convention, at which time their honorary president, Mrs. Herbert Hoover, occupies the chair. It is especially fitting that the wife of our president-elect should have been elected to this position and this bond between an organization of future women citizens should have been established, because it is certain that as time goes on women voters will play an increas- ing part in the governing of our country. At home Christmas joys are greater than anywhere else. At home Christmas candles burn more brightly, Christmas candies are more delicious, Christ- How to Make mas presents are more wonderful, than in any Them Happy other place. We have attended many Sunday School Christmas entertainments and have had as much fun as the next fellow await- ing Santa's arrival and the distribution of gifts. But on Christmas no other place is a match for the home. Do the children in the various institu- tions in and about Chicago, children in the so-called "Homes," enjoy Christmas as much as children in real family homes? We can- not believe that they do. Is there no way of bringing real holiday happiness to these little wards of the state? Yes, there is a way. Good people in Wilmette discovered it twenty years ago. Every Christmas day these kind Christian folks invite orphans living in the orphanage at Lake Bluff to come down to Wilmette on Christmas morning and spend the blessed day with them. More pages in our last-week papers than in any previous editions! Our high-water mark. A little modest gloating over this gratifying fact will, we trust, Over the not be found distasteful. his reaching of a top- Top! notch record means a great deal to us whose pleasant and exacting work it is to get out these com- munity news magazines. We enjoy the work. In fact, there is nothing, when we're feeling fine, that we'd rather do than get out a newspaper. But it's real work. Some of us work not only all day but, on occasion, a large share of the night. So to us a hundred page issue is a most pleasing sight. We know that all our friends, including our readers, and our advertisers, who, of course, are also among our readers, are happy with us in our achievement. We thank our friends in advance for their con- gratulations. We have gone over the top, but there are other tops to be gone over. We live and work in a progressive area. Everybody on the north shore does things. Fach year will see all of us far beyond our present position. "Tis the week before Christmas and what gifts to get for wife, relatives, friends, and others, we haven't the dimmest idea. We presume that there The Week are many others, es- 3 pecially of the less Before Christmas tender sex, who find themselves in our dilemma. Which is as follows. If we give no gifts this year, we shall deserve none next year. That's a prospect we do not care to contemplate. We, this time including you, should by "this date not only have our lists made out but should have done considerable of our shopping. The stores are full of one thing or another suitable for young and old, masculine and feminine. Where'er we walk, we see store windows glittering with jew- elry and alive with all species of toy animals. As for us, not including you this time, we don't much care just what we find in our Christmas morning sock. We have plenty of ties, two pairs of suspenders, and an abundance of shirts and collars. SHORE LINES THE GOOD KING WENCESLAS Good King Wenceslas looked out On the Feast of Stephen When the snow lay round about, Deep, and crisp, and even. Brightly shone the moon that night, Though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, Gathering winter's fuel. "Hither, page, and stand by me, If thou know'st it, telling, Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?" "Sire, he lives a good league hence, Underneath the mountain; Right against the forest fence, By Saint Agnes' fountain." "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, Bring me pine-logs hither; Thou and I will see him dine When we bear them thither." Page and monarch, forth they went, Forth they went together; Through the rude wind's wild lament, And the bitter weather. "Sire, the night is darker now, And the wind grows stronger; Fails my heart, I know not how, I can go mo longer." "Mark my footsteps, my good page, Tread thou in them boldly; Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." In his master's steps he trod Where the snow lay dinted; Heat was in the very sod Which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, . Wealth or rank possessing, He who now will bless the poor, Shall yourselves find blessing. --T'raditional Speaking of "Good Fellows"--the good King Wences- las might well have been the daddy of 'em all! Headline in Evanston Review--'"Wilmette Gardeners Spend Evening With Husbands." Which calls for the customary: interesting, if true. Hinting by Implication, No Doubt Dear Mique: I don't know if this is a warning, a threat or a promise, but I wish to broadcast the fact that there will be NO MISTLETOE in my house this year. I interviewed Hizonor Santa Claus recently in the interest of SHORE LINES, and regretfully report that he is not particularly partial to 1i'l noozpaper gurrls. In fact, he emphat- ically denounced me and the rest o' my kind for circulating the report that he will arrive with his reindeers, as in previous years. "Reindeers!" he snorted so vigorously that his long white whiskers blew down one whole subdivision in Glencoe, "How come I should be an old fogey? Didn't Charlie Lindbergh, himself, in person, convert me to the new mode of travel--by airplane? It's noiseless, though, so tell the youngsters to go to sleep as usual on Christmas Eve." Then he chuckled, and the people in Pago Pago trembled, thinking it was thunder. But he remembered me and scowled, "Next time you put me in the old-fashioned class, I'l COMPLETELY forget about you. "Humphm | Geeeee," I thought, as I dashed away, "I tink he was kind o' annoyed!" --Wickie. --MIQUE. Merry Christmas! sr es 1 a --d vn fb rl ds CRN I, di X a » i A eS RE a LY