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36 WINNETKA TALK April 21, 1928 - WINNETKA TALK ISSUED SATURDAY OF EACH WEEK by LLOYD HOLLISTER, INC. 564 Lincoln Ave., Winnetka, Ill Chicago office: 6 N. Michigan Ave. Tel. State 6326 Telephone........... Winnetka 2000 or Wilmette 4300 SUBSCRIPTION PRICE.............. $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, eards of thanks, obitu- aries, notices of entertainments or other affairs where an admittance charge is published, will be charged at regular advertising rates. There was a primary a few days ago. Only a memory now, but Oh, what a pleas- ant 'memory! The citizens of Illinois, more ; especially of Chicago, fired a broadside heard round the world. Not even yet have all the wounded been restored to normal health. But it's too bad that there had to be a revolution. For years things had been go- ing from bad to worse. The disgracefut story is too well known to need more than mere mention. Had there not been this April revolution a license might have been granted to grafters, hoodlums, and crimin- als that would have permitted assault and murder throughout Chicago. But just the same the need of this revolution is to be regretted. The fundamental fault is not with the politicians and terrorizers but with the average citizen. The voter is to blame. We allow these evils to grow until they become almost too strong for us, and then with an extraordinary effort we get busy and put them out of business: Revolutions Are Unnecessary But what a waste of time, money, and energy! What should we think of the housekeeper who would allow her house to go neglected day after day? No dust- ing, no washing of dishes, no mending, no putting things in order. Then one day de- voted to housecleaning. Should we con- sider a business man competent who let things go at loose ends all month, post- poning to the last day the doing of the necessary straightening out? : ~ Revolutions are unnecessary. By keep- ing everything in order as we go along from day to day we/can eliminate the need for revolutions and the attendant waste and loss. Public business can be conducted as effectively as private business. It can be made profitable. The main responsibility for putting it on a sound business basis rests with the voters. What does it mean to be a First Class Scout? It means first of all just what it says. It means that a boy must be a first ; class scout. And that A First Class means a great deal. Tt Scout means that he puts in- to daily practice the ideals and principles of the Scout Oath and Law. The Oath is as follows: (1) To do my duty to God and my country, and to obey the Scout Law. (2) To help other people at all times. (3) To keep myself physically strong, mentally awake, and morally clean. The Scout Law requires a Boy Scout to be trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, cour- teous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent. The slight friction that has existed, and perhaps will arise in the future between certain members of a community and those who are somewhat 'less sensitive finds its type Why Not Get in the present difficulty Together? in Glencoe. "Glencoe Day" is objected to by the Woman's Library Club. Doubtless it would be more accurate to say thatthe Club objects to the way "Glencoe Day" has been celebrated. The objection, in the form of a petition against these celebrations, de- clares that those in charge "have filled the park with all manner of gambling devices and concessions, including games of chance." These devices, etc., "are demoral- izing and degrading to our citizens and particularly our youth; cast odium and re- proach on our village and filled our park with an undesirable class of people." Doubtless this opposition may be found in every community in the civilized world. The so-called highbrows and the so-called low-brows will never agree exactly as to what is the proper thing. Some people of ordinary manners and morals will never please their brothers and sisters who live on the other side of the tracks. Gambling in any form, even the mildest, will be frowned upon by the teetotalers. So we who do not undertake to be judges of morality, in such matters as public pic- nics, suggest that the parties concerned get together and yield a few points. The throngs of voters crowding the polls on Primary Day is evidence that people will vote if only they can be brought to re- gard the issue as unusually important. How to get certain people to vote at ordinary elections is a hard problem. But perhaps not insolvable. The small boy objects vig- orously to cleaning his finger nails even for festal occasions. However, as he grows older the boy forms the habit, and then nail cleaning becomes automatic. In like manner the habit of voting can be formed. If you have ever been in England you will be stirred when you read in a recent book of an English soldier in Palestine who, when longing for his home-land, vowed that if he lived to see it again he would "wander through the lanes of England and little thatched villages of England and lie on English grass watching an English sky". But if you have never been there you may not be stirred. Very nearly all of the talks on child pe- dagogy in these latter days lay emphasis on the training of the mothers. Little is said about training the child and less about training the fathers. We rather think that the reason for this is that if the mother comes to know what stimuli are good for children, it will then follow that the child will grow as he ought to. Little is said about the fathers because he is home so seldom. We note with pleasure that among the artists to appear in the Winnetka Music Club recitals next year are Muzio, Spalding, and Horowitz. Which makes us almost, but not quite, wish that the fall were already here. Only one of the newly painted North Western coaches have we seen, and that didn't strike us as especially attractive. We have grown to like the familiar yellow. SHORE LINES THE SEA GULL How wonderfully graceful the sea gull is, As he sails through the peaceful sky; He soars and he dips like the phantom ships Of my dreams, and I wonder why, Just why it is that the lovely gull On his voyage should be so free, While I am only a Prisoner of Hope, Then the sweet thought comes to me; That in spite of the chains that hold me fast I should be content with my lot, : For out of my Hope comes a Love and Faith That the sea gull knoweth not. --Orwvia KINGSLEY. Careful Now, Len The press of Illinois won a victory over the peepul at last week's neat overhauling of our political mechanism, according to no less an au- thority than King Len, the dethroned. And we wondered whether reference was to that ex: tremely interesting journal conveying 'a message from the Governor" which reached our doorstep day before election. Or What Have You? " We have lately--through the good offices of Gentleman Jim--become availed of an unabridged edition of Roget's Thesaurus of English words and phrases. In it Jim inscribes this legend: "To 'Mique'--an' may ye always find the right word." Which may or may not be a gentle thrust in the general direction of our cylindrical expanse of jargon, gibberish, jabber, mere hocus-pocus, fus- tian, rant, bombast, balderdash, palaver, flummery, verbiage, babble, bavardage, baragouin, platitude, niaiserie, insanity, rigmarole, rodomantade, twaddle, twattle, fudge, trash, stuff and nonsense --as Roget would say in his Thesaurus. Old Love Call me your beloved, Never stand apart, And let your sudden passion Beat against my heart. Hide and seek for children, =~ But we are growing old, Tomorrow has 2 way Of waking, wan and cold. --WICKIE. Fourth of July's Coming Dear Mique--The Village (Wilmette) forgot to put out its flags on our Village election day last Tuesday. We forgot to vote! y --A Woman Voter. Mother There's a wee little lady In the gentlest brown, With a bit of lace Caught at the throat of her gown. With happy eyes loving us, Lingering so, Upon memories of children, And days long ago. Though distance may stretch Far between us and wide; In my dreams she is ever With me at my side. Home, pictured in summer's New green is more fair, Because someone's mother Is just living there. It may be a cottage, Or mansion quite grand; But home is made heaven By the touch of her hand. With her love she enfolds me Wherever I go, In that little word, Mother, From cradle lisped low, That divine word, just Mother, The sweetest I know. --REBECCA ANTHONY. Hot Cross Puns Since the old Fanning residence in Glencoe was mysteriously consumed by fire just as the work- men were proceeding to raze the ancient structure, there has arisen considerable speculation concern- ing who fanned the flames. And so to Wrigley Field and the Cubs' pretentious (we hope) inaugural. --MIQUE.