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Winnetka Weekly Talk, 27 Nov 1926, p. 26

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WINNETKA TALK November 27, 1926 WINNETKA TALK ISSUED SATURDAY OF EACH WEEK y LLOYD HOLLISTER, INC. 564 Lincoln Ave., Winnetka, Ill 1222 Central Ave., Wilmette, Ill Chicago oflice: 6 N. Michigan Ave. Tel. State 6328 KCIERIGIIG «a's sos 400 v4 s3vnu sours nvm vos Winnetka 2000 POICRIIOMB. + vv «5 + + ++ coors sav sewn vs Wilmette 1920 SUBSCRIPTION PRICE .............. $200 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, obituary, antices 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. Home at Last Now more the bliss of love is felt, Though felt to be the same; Tis still our lives in one to melt, Within love's sacred flame; Each other's joy each to impart, Each other's grief to share; To look into each other's heart, And find all solace there; To lay the head upon one breast, To press one answering hand, To feel through all the soul's unrest, One soul to understand ; To go into the teeming world, The striving and the heat, With knowledge of one tent unfurl'd To welcome weary feet; A shadow in a weary land, When men as wanderers roam; A shadow where a rock doth stand-- The shadow of a Home. --G. J. RoMANES Our policemen and firemen, to say noth- ing of our village trustees and other offi- cers, deserve our kindly and appreciative attention every little while. Our Public The fact that they are paid servants does not alter the Servants fact that we ought not to neglect them in our pre- occupation with our own personal affairs. The result of this neglect is two-fold-- forgetfulness of their close relation to us and failure to co-operate with them, intel- ligently and wholeheartedly. We gradually lose sight of the important fact that they are working for us, guarding our lives and property.. In pioneer days the settlers used to protect themselves, their families and their property, much as farmers now do. But with the thickening of population and the need of doing our work some distance from home, we delegate the work of pro- tection to specialists. But it is still our property that is being guarded. | It is also true that we do not co-operate with them as effectively as we ought. We often pay no attention to the crossing lights. Why were the lights put there? To satisfy the whims of the police? Certainly not! Then why are we such fools as not to wait until we get the signal to cross? We don't want the health officer to placard our front door when Jimmy has the measles. Does the Sheer put up the placard to amuse him- self Let's be intelligent! I ar Ria Few organizations in the world are of greater value than that known as the Boy Scouts. Certainly none has a higher aim than the Scouts, namely, Help Boy the development of boys physically, mentally, and Scouts morally. The future of our country is largely in the hands of our boys. What helps them, therefore, must help our country and its future inhabitants. It follows then that the plan of having a Scout Leader who will be practically in charge of all the Scout Troops on the North Shore is a plan worthy of careful and un- selfish consideration. And we believe that this consideration will make clear the value of a unified leadership. In the first place it will bring the various local organizations into closer relations with one another. Each group, knowing and feeling that it is a member of a large organization, will take on a justifiable pride, that will quicken its morale. Moreover, every troop will come into more active co- operation with other troops. And there are many things that a super-organization can do that a single organization cannot engage in. If the Boy Scouts in your village need funds for consummating this engaging of a district Scout Leader, as Wilmette does, help them with your money. What we mean is that Winnetka got the silk flag for coming only 37.7 points shy of a maximum 100% vote at the recent No- vember election. 62.3% of Winnetka the voters in Winnetka cast votes at the aforesaid elec- Got It! tion. And if Winnetka can manage to win the flag only twice more, it will be hers forever. With Kenilworth, however, only two-tenths of a per cent behind in this latest race, Winnetka will have to fight hard to hold the prize pennant. It" is fitting that the emblem should be given into the especial care of the Winnetka League of Women Voters, for the League undoubtedly got out the winning votes. The members worked like Trojans. Unlike the Trojans, the women of the League worked for a certain result, which they achieved. And the flag is a suitable ac- knowledgment of this work, faithfully and effectively done. In this connection it is worth noting that in no village last year at any of the elec- tions was there a more than 50% vote. It must be admitted that it is peculiarly dif- ficult to get out the extra 12 or 13%. There- fore, all the more honor to Winnetka! Want to see the finest fire station in II- linois? We thought so. Well, then take a look at the Winnetka fire station. It isn't finished yet, by any means, but even now it is a station to stir up the envy of every fire fighter outside of Winnetka. Three cheers for Duke and his hot band! He's leading them now down at the Hay- lofte. If anybody can warm up a bunch of bandmen to the ignition point it's our co-worker, Duke Bigelow. o SHORE LINES : . %* "at It softly covers autumn's brown And clothes with white the earth and trees, My heart a million pleasures sees When snow comes tumbling down. A character of great remown-- The fat snowman with stovepipe hat, A coat-black nose and broomstick bat, When snow comes tumbling down. The music of the sleighbells sound, The crunching of the horses hoofs, And featherbeds on all the roofs, When snow comes tumbling down. The seasons' festive holly crown-- The family group around the tree, No truer joy on earth can be When snow comes tumbling down. --LITTUL WUN. As another football season passes into history-- save only the Army-Navy tilt--we join in the re- joicing over Northwestern's brilliant career and ascension to the supremacy of the Western Con- ference. Incidentally, we have blossomed forth in the role of seer, having successfully guessed two games and lost but a single prediction in three prognostications. The question now arises--what are most of us to do with the long Saturday afternoons? It is with diffi- culty that one recalls just what occupied his time before the gridiron season started way back two months ago--besides bringing home the Sunday gro- ceries. ESSAY ON BOWLING Since we are on the subject of athletics, it is mete that something be said about that increas- ingly popular indoor diversion entitled bowling. Properly fortified with one of Mac's justly cele- brated hamburgers, one engages, in company with various and sundry other persons about town, in an occasional exhibition of the art made famous by that historic rent dodger, Rip Van Winkle. Not one of the company may be said to be bril- liant; all, however, are most certainly picturesque. If bibulous habits do--as any pre-Volsteadian will ascervate--bring out the baser side of the human, then bowling at least would seem to indicate just how the victim of such temporary adversity might be expected to conduct himself at the breakfast table. Any pinman who rolls an average of 130 will tell you, upon inquiry, that he bowls for the ex- ercise, merely. But let him achieve a 200 count and he'll regale you willingly and interminably, with a discussion of the finer points of the game. A good bowling score gives some men greater satis- faction than a banner business deal. A circumstance which can probably be explained by our experts on psychology. Bowling, more than any other indoor pastime, calls for individual skill as distinguished from group co-ordination. One is constantly in the glare of the "spotlight," so to speak, and each delivery of the ball is really a genuine test of nerves, what with an inevitable collection of spec- tators on hand anxiously awaiting the opportunity to cut in with pertinent--not to mention impertinent --comment regarding the player's short-comings. Kings of Alibis It is notable that no bowling emporium exists which is not subject to criticism. "Misses" and "breaks" are caused, always, by the unsatisfactory condition of the alleys, balls that are not just right for the hand, or "pins" that fail to mea- sure up to standard. Never will it occur to the bowler that he possibly could be at fault. Every delivery would seem to justify a new and valid excuse for a similarly new and astounding alibi. Not unlike the caddy, a pin boy develops into a student of human nature. His unrepressed contempt for the average player is scarcely less evident than ° the traditional attitude of a valet toward a totally unresourceful master. Broad-shouldered King. Mac, rendered most lenient by' the broadening influences of the late unpleasantness in the vicinity of the Rhine, is the bowler's only true friend in whom one con- fides one's gross insufficiencies without fear of condemnatory rejoinder. Mac rejoices with the victor and sighs solicitously and in unison with the damned. --Miqug

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