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Winnetka Weekly Talk, 12 Nov 1927, p. 33

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GE 'tried again and achieved success. WINNETKA TALK ISSUED SATURDAY OF FACH WEEK by LLOYD HOLLISTER, INC. 564 Lincoln Ave., Winnetka, Ill 1222 Central Ave. Wilmette, Ill } Chicago office: 6 N. Michigan Ave. Tel. State 6326 Winnetka 2000 or Wilmette 1920 UBSCRIPTION PRICE .......cce0ee. $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, obituary, notices of entertainments or other affairs where an admittance charge is published. will be charged at regular advertising rates. The making up and publishing of a high school scholarship honor roll early in the school year seems to us a very effective method of stimulating High School Stu dents to excell in school work. It provides Honor Roll at the very beginning of the year an incentive to work hard. And once the habit of hard studying has been established it will con- tinue to operate throughout the entire course, unless some unforeseen obstacle arises. ~ Praise is a great stimulator. A word of appreciation spoken at a critical time has often worked wonders. A student who has fallen behind his schoolmates and who de- spite his best efforts has failed to catch up has sometimes been so encouraged by a bit of praise from his teacher that he has A girl whose best has been none too good St been lifted over a difficulty by a very little applause. 5 Men and women need to be praised, judiciously. Compliments often restore to a tired individual the last oozings of self- respect, and enable him to carry on. Just as a college team really needs to be cheered on by college mates, so do people literally need the hearty approval of friends and ac- quaintances. It keeps them going when the going is pretty stiff. Was the name of some one in your family on the high school honor roll? _ Matters affecting all north shore towns, including Evanston on the south and High- land Park on the north and all intermediate ; towns, constitute The North Shore the program of : i 2 the. North Sh Relations Committee e-Noth: Shore Relations Co m- 2 mittee. It is a full program and an important program, for it presents many inter-community prob- lems, the solution of which demands the united efforts of representatives of all north shore interests. Our attention has been called to the fact that in our attempt to take a shot at the present Chicago scheal situation we have been supposed by some to be shooting at Superintendent Washburfie. Not a few, so we understand, have even gone so far as to imagine that we objected to his taking a lecture tour now and then. Let us say very emphatically that we know of nothing at all in the activities of Mr. Washburne to criticize, but that on the contrary we re- gard him as having established in Winnetka a public school educational system that has no rival anywhere else for the achievement of desirable educational goals. The more widely spread his gospel, the better for Ameritas ae hide WINNETKA TALK November 12, 1927 a i -- ---- Armistice Bay A RED CROSS NURSE DOESN'T FORGET (with apologies to K. C, B.) I'm going to toss aside The lighter thought And tell a story For those who think. I've been wondering Ever since yesterday When I met a girl On the street downtown If T shouldn't tell you What she said to me, So I'm going to write And let vou know. She doesn't look like The girl I used to know Because her hair has grayed And her eyes are heavy. But she smiled and said: "Do you know I'm thinking Of a day, nine years ago When they brought a boy Into the Base Hospital Where I was stationed In France, and 1 asked: 'And who are you?' The boy had a smile on his face But [ guess he didn't know it Because he was all banged up Where the shell fragments hit And he couldn't answer Though I kept on repeating: 'And who are you?' And after while he closed his eyes And I knew the lights were out Because I'd seen others go that way. That's nine years ago But somehow when this day Rolls around each year I catch piyself saying Over and over again: 'And who are you?' And just today After all these years It is clear to me That that fine boy Didn't need to answer Or tell me his name Or where he came from. = For now I know Just who he was. He was the boy Who gave his all That this tricky old world Might be a better place For all of us to live in; That we might secure That peace on earth And good will to men That God taught us about. And so today when I take The old white cap out With the red cross on it I'll not be thinking Of those who fought and won And D. V., came back. I'll be thinking of those Who fought and won Not the war, but the glory Of being able to answer: 'And who are you?' At the golden gate above." --R. C. P. * SHORE LINES 4 4 MORNING Early in the morning The world is mine alone. The sun just flicks the tree-tops And the hesitating breezes, That announce day is coming, Cool my che®k and whip my hair, This world that lies before me, So quiet--so intense, This world--is it the same That I see later in the day? No shouts, no crowds of people-- Vét so very much more poignant Is this eloquence of silence That I find at dawn of day. The clinking of milk bottles And the morning paper boy Break this spell of fairy-land And thus the day has now commenced. --GEorcIA Res. LIL LLL LLL] Crowded Hours Traveling city-ward on the "Road of Service" 'tother evening we noted, immediately under the introduction to an article in the astonishing Liberty the italicized sentence: "Reading time 20 minutes, 10 seconds." "Ah, ha," said we, address- ing ourselves, "Now we shall see." Forthwijth the stopwatch was set and we proceeded post-haste. Rounding the curve below Willow street, Chicago, we pulled up in the stretch, and at Chicago avenue ~ame under the barrier. Time: 20 minutes, 5 and 3 seconds. What was it we read? 'Oh, why bring that up?' LLL XXX LL LL Memories A lovely rose lay withering at my feet; What careless hands had idly tossed it there? Half tenderly I pressed it to my heart For it reminded me of one most fair. All through her life she'd loved and cherished flowers, So I was glad that I had thought to save This lovely rose, and for her dear sweet sake I took it then and laid it on her grave. --Ouivia KINGSLEY. ELT T IL LLL S Well, What of It? Mique-- Some years ago, or so it seems, somebody was a trifle provoked because the writer of the valued para- graphs immediately west of this column implied that stop-and-go lights had already been installed at Fourth and Linden. In fact this same somebody waxed very facetious At the expense of this same writer. Well, now that these lights have been in- stalled and are working to keep separated the two voluminous streams of traffic flowing through that intersection, perhaps the said somebody will see that the writer knew exactly what was going to happen. : --Fmup SPACE. EXIT II LLL YL] The Wistful Hour : The sun shines down from deep blue skies-- The earth is drowsing in its rays-- The birds are chirping on all §-- It surely is a day of days. The air is filled with happiness, And all of us smile with the sun; But I prefer another time-- The evening hour when day is done. For at that time when shadows creep, And night puts on her jet black cloak, I sit up here in reverie, And sadly dream of distant folk. And when the silvery gliding moon Silently glows between the trees, And from across the sleeping sea, There comes a faintly stirring breese-- "Tis then I long for all the days I spent in meadows gay with flowers-- "Tis then I hope and fervently pray For many future happy howrs. --TuE Piscaror, FERRE REE And, suddenly, I find myself alone. My hands go on; my voice rises and falls; No tell-tale gestures, and no change in tone, Yet all at once I, I am far away, In vast uncharted depths of silent space, Where nought of God nor man remains, except. The echo of your woice, your haunting Face. . --SHERRILL, LITT III LL ES Burning leaves--turkey on the way. --MIQUE, al Zea 2.

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