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22 WINNETKA TALK July 3, 1926 WINNETKA TALK ISSUED SATURDAY OF EACH WEEK LLOYD HOLLISTER, INC. 564 Lincoln Ave. Winnetka, IIL 1222 Central Ave., Wilmette, Ill Chicago office: 6 N. Michigan Ave. Tel. State 633¢ Telephone. ...... cssererssanns sesses Winnetka 2000 TeIEPHORG. ca cet tevrrirnrnseson +. Wilmette 1920 SUBSCRIPTION PRICE ........c... $2.00 A YEAR All communications must be accompanied by the nam¢ 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 af- fairs where an admittance charge Is published, will be charged at regular advertising rates. Entered at the post office at Winnetka, Illinois, as ma!l matter of the second class, under the act of March 3, 1879. Picnics and Such E certainly had a picnic!" - That's what any normal man, woman, or child will say if he wants to im- | press upon others the fact that he (or she, if you insist) has had an especially hilari- ous time. And the universal use of this method proves that everybody loves to go picnicking. Of course there are a few very old peo- ple who simply hate picnics. Such people would rather, much rather, have their food served to them on a china plate and eat it with the customary utensils. They have not the least desire to sleep anywhere else than on their own comfortable mattresses. But everybody else except these luxury- lovers gets a thrill out of picnics. What does your true picnicker care if the bacon is only half done? If the straw-stuffed tick is lumpy? If he has to walk a mile every morning to get nice rich cream? Of course we are referring here more to camping out than to the ordinary one-day picnic, but after all, camping out is merely a protract- ed picnic. The one-day picnicker has the same attitude. He likes pink lemonade, sandwiches, and pie eaten al fresco on the ground :--So tired but so happy! The season of picnics is opening. The churches are making dates for their an- 'nual outings. The various secular organi- zations are looking forward to their more or less sylvan gambols. Let's go on a picnic! Taking it Seriously IME was, and still is, in many places, when the summer school student could easily be distinguished from the reg- ular scholar by his much greater serious- "ness. The expression in his face, and in fact in his entire bearing, plainly said, "I'm here to get all I can out of my brief stay in these halls of learning." Quite different from that of the regular scholar, which was nonchalant and, we may say, bored. And there was a good reason for this dif- ference. The regular attendant had nine months at his disposal. He had thirty-six weeks in which to digest Caesar. But the summer boy or girl had only six or eight weeks in which to chew, swallow, and as- similate (if possible) De Bello Gallico. Why shouldn't he take his work seriously? The summer school student whom we have seen at the University of Chicago was, if a girl or woman, an ultra sober in- dividual, actnated by a most solemn pur- pose. Her favorite motto was "Life is real, etc." She attended every public lecture of- fered by anybody. She must have felt as we did when we skimmed all Rome in five hours, seeing St. Peter's, the Sistine Chapel, the Coliseum, the Forum, the Baths of Caracalla, and everything else of impor- tance. The summer student was usually much older than the September-to-June pupil. We believe, however, that inasmuch as the habit of attending school during July and August is growing more common that the difference referred to above is diminishing. Today it is rather difficult to tell the two types apart. Camping Out VERY man not too near 100 years of age can recall with considerable vivid- ness- his first camping experiences. Of course there are a few men who never had the good fortune to camp out, but since these unfortunates are in the decided minority, we shall proceed to disregard them. Our first experience in this field began at that very moment when we became aware that a certain group of our friends was planning to go and that this same group would allow us to go along. Receiv- ing the permission of our parents we at once hitched our wagon to a star and cancelled all the dates on our calendar ex- cept the date of departure. Our preparation, as we now recall it, was very simple. We simply gathered all our old clothes into one large bundle. Thus equipped we set off by train--North West- ern, we believe--for Lake Marie, one of that numerous group in the neighborhood of Fox lake, not far from Chicago. Ar- riving at the favored spot we pitched our tents. The details of life in that camp are faded. The general memory is pleasant. We recall distinctly that one of our camp fellows brought with him a bushel of roasted peanuts. Our experiences with pea- nuts having previously been limited to five cents' worth, a bushel was incredible. The meals, cooked outdoors, were better in prospect that in actual reality. We swam, rowed, fished (not much) and slept (when the mosquitoes allowed). A grand life! Young boys should not be allowed by their parents to drive automobiles unless accompanied by an older person. The rea- sons are obvious but apparently need em- phasizing. The main reason is that children are imprudent, willing at almost any time to take chances. Moreover, they cannot properly estimate the power of the motor which they are controlling nor the mo- mentum of the car itself. They should not be allowed to drive alone until they are much nearer the years of discretion. Our lawmakers, recognizing these facts, have passed laws forbidding the driving of cars by boys of 16 or under unless an older per- son is with them. T often happens that a clever chap will attack a piece of work with great vim but will fail to accomplish his aim be- cause he lacks staying power. Whereas a fellow of moderate ability and steady per- sistence will make little headway at first but by keeping at it and losing no ground will in a moderate time succeed. It is well to remember that a blunt wedge will some- times do what a sharp axe will not. SHORE LINES I THINK OF THEE! Each day--each night, By dark or light, I think of Thee! When all the sounds of day are dead-- When God's fair candles burn o'erhead Divinely bright-- I think of Thee! In grief--in joy, That cheer or cloy, My soul secks Thee! When all the worries of the day Are in their graves and laid away To ne'er annoy-- I think of Thee! On earth--on high Forever I Will long for Thee! When for this body bells shall toll And life is done--Ah, then my soul Shall upward fly And seek for Thee! --H. A. Ms. We Thought It Had Been Started! Dere Slave: Don't you think it would be a good idea to start the fashion for men to wear divided skirts? --Lyp1A. SUMMER IN CHICAGO (By which, of course, I mean the Chicago area.) Cold days, hot days, windstorms, rainstorms, thun- derstorms, clear days, cool days, cloudy days--the right kind of weather at the wrong time, always Shebas in light summer dresses and sheiks strolling hatless and coatless in the heat of the after- noon . + . +. the same shebas with cloaks covering the same dresses strolling in the evening, accom- panied by sheiks wearing topcoats and straw hats TR clouds and a northeast wind shivering shebas and sheiks in all varieties of coats i aa .advertising posters on the "L" platforms PY S . "Blah theatre, 70 degrees cool inside," "Great Snowstorm at the Merry Paradise," "Drink Coco Cola. Always Refreshing" slickers on wet days covering street clothes vellow slickers on dry days covering bathing suits Chicago beaches jamed with the populace in all its glory . . . . north shore beaches jammed with children, = 2, Sheridan road jammed with traffic "Is this the way to Channel 1856?' vw vv we "How do you get to Waukegan road?" FRE oe "Where's the Garden of Allah?" Maxwell street on a hot night sleeping in trucks parked along the curb children sleeping in pushcarts parked anywhere and everywhere . . . . . big rats disputing the right-of- way the usual garbage smell fighting to hold its own against the fragrance of the stock- yards creeping up from the southwest . . . . . Lin- coln park full of families from the Italian district on the near north side Garfield park full of a conglomerate mass of humanity . . . . . 'Wash- ington and Jackson parks the same.... Up north at the lake resorts, giggling girls in knickers, giggling girls in sailor togs, gigglingg girls in bathing suits, giggling girls in sports wear . . . . . sheiks inditto . . . .. jazz bands across the water . . . . . "Let's Talk About My Sweetie" . . . . . moonlight am ete Away down on the south side, in the steel mills district, the eternal red glow flickering up, orightening the sky, then dying down a bit . . . . . big ore freighters tied up in the slips alectric lights of the hydraulic and electric rigs, sparkling as they shoot back and forth, shrieking and groaning . . . . and along Ninety-second street, and elsewhere, the bums sitting on the curbing outside the soft drink parlors of such as Honest John (Wiecziewski) who sells a shot of raisin-jack for 15 cents, two for 8 QUAPLer vis ov iia ee --THE JOKER. TO YOU A sunbeam chanced my way; It danced and twinkled within your smile, Dispelled the shadows a little while, And warmed me for a day. A melody reached my ear; The lyric woven of tender words Rang out far sweeter than song of birds, And dried a burning tear. The sun and song have flown; My life is empty that once you filled-- Hope cannot die, my heart, be stilled-- I wait, and walk alone. --SAMPSON. Hooray for the Glorious Fourth! They've re- moved all the glory and this year they even hold it on the Fifth. --THE SLAVE. A)