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WINNETKA TALK ISSUED SATURDAY OF EACH WEEK . y LLOYD HOLLISTER, INC. 564 Lincoln Ave., Winnetka, IIL 1222 Central Ave., Wilmette, Ill Chicago office: 6 N. Michigan Ave. Tel. tate 6326 BOIEPROMB «ov vvveriinteeriinnnerssrases Winnetka 2000 PAICPRONE «cov virnnraresssrsssussainm Wilmette 1920 SUBSCRIPTION PRICE .......... «...$200 A YEAR Ali communications must be accompanied by the name and address of the writer. Articles for pub- lication must reach the editor by Thursday noon to msure appearance in current: issue. Resolutions of condolence, cards of thanks, obituary, wtices 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. Did you read in the paper the. other day of the Paris-to-London airplane that, in endeavoring to make a safe landing in a fog, crashed into a barn and Once injured more or less serious- ly its passengers? Well, we Is Enough did, and we recalled most vividly our one flight from Paris to London. With what happy expectation did we buy our tickets for the flight! You see we bought our air passage in London at the office of the American Express company, concealing the fact from our friends, who were to remain behind in England while we made the grand tour of the Continent. We had never flown before. How delightful it would be to rival the sea gull at least once! So we bought our tickets in London and soon after started off for Belgium, Holland and all the other interesing Continental countries, expecting to land in Paris last of all and thence hop lightly over into Li . 5. land and there rejoin our waiting frien How thrilled they would be when they heard the details of our air trip! They were thrilled, but the details were not what we had anticipated. : Up to the very moment that the plane began moving with us on board we were full of joyful expectation. . But when the gigantic motors began to roar, our first suspicion awakened. And when the colossal machine began to leave the earth, we got our first real taste of airplaning. To the fairer half of our per- sonal party it meant something more worse than mere sea sickness. To us it meant a feeling of what fools we were to have left dear old mother earth and entrusted our- selves to a barn door kept up in the air only by its speed. From the time we left the ground in France until we landed at Croy- don, near London, we were most unhappy. All we wanted was to get down again to what we now knew was terra firma. Edsel Ford can aviate all he wants to. We're done! ; Experts tell us that our trees, especially elm and ash, are in danger of being serious- ly damaged, if not destroyed, by the tus- sock moth. These experts Save Your advise removing from in- fested trees and burning Trees the tussock cocoons. It is also urged that this be done immediately. : : Without doubt the entire North Shore would lose its value as a residence district if it lost its trees. If our elm and ash trees were to be destroyed by the tussock moth, not only would much of the present beauty WINNETKA TALK of our streets and home grounds be des- troyed, but the well being of all those who reside in these favored communities would be seriously affected. Homes without trees hardly seem real homes. It is our duty then to ourselves and chil- dren to follow the advice of these tree ex- perts. We should examine our trees care- fully. If we find cocoons on the trees we should at once take steps to remove them and burn them up. It is a simple, easy act, but like many simple, easy acts is often postponed until the fatal damage has been done. Save your trees and you will save the value of your home. A recent very careful survey, made by 'the American Library association, dis- covered that of all : hty- rural residents in the Eig three United States and, Per Cent Canada 83 per cent were entirely with- out access to libraries That means that al- most nine-tenths of the people who live in sur country districts do little reading. We do not regret the fact that so few rural residents have access to current fic- tion, that section of our public libraries most patronized upon by book borrowers. The good received from the reading of this fiction is virtually nil. And every librarian's monthly report shows that more novels are read than all the other sorts of books put together. So our sympathy goes out to rural dwellers not for the short-lived fiction . they miss but for the other books--history, poetry, science, biography, classics. One of the ways of feeding this book hunger is especially attractive libraries on wheels. We have known for a number of years that the Evanston library used a book truck to distribute books to outlying homes. If it is a great privilege to bring even one good book to a stranded human being, separated from worth while reading, how much greater is the privilege of those who make it possible for a Parnassus on wheels to make a weekly or monthly tour through our rural neighborhoods. All of which should make us more thank- ful for our village libraries. When wondering what to read, the an- swer you want can always be found on our book page. It often happens--doesn't it?-- that just at the very mo- Our ment you feel like reading k P and have the time, you can't Book Page tphink of one that will exact- ly fill the bill. So you stretch back in your easy chair, and yawn, and long for a good book. Don't yawn. Look at ~ pur book page and youll be sure to find just the book you've been longing for. Our book page announces all the latest and best volumes. It also gives brief and readable reviews. On this page you will also find spicy bits of biographical gossip, interesting informa- tion regarding oncoming books. In the same columns you will usually find news of what's going on in your own village, in the field of books. Our book page conductor is a genuine book lover and at the same time very de- sirous of increasing the value of the page to all our readers, old and young. How can it be improved? - September 25, 1926 ore Lines BACK YARD BALLADS The Garden Gate Out in our yard we have a ol' gate 'At swung on a strap en never was straight, En when you went through fer beets fer a meal It'd foller you up en bump on your heel! 1 Once little George went out there to play En pushed the gate, but pushed the wrong way. When it swung back it pinched all his toes En blackened his eye en bloodied his nose! Nen Ma run out en picked Georgie up, En as she come back she stepped on our pup! Nen Pa run out, but come too late-- Ma said, "You better go fix that ol' gate!" Nen Pa got a board en hammer en saw En said, "I'll fix it to suit your mama!" He got a new hinge en spring fer the back En straightened the posts en filled up a crack. Nen put an arch over so roses can grow-- En raised the ol' catch, cause it was low, En put in a screw where a nail used to be, En puttied it over--ye hardly could see! Then with some paint in a ol' paint pot He stained it green--en most of the lot! Now the ol' gate will swing either way En makes it quite safe fer Georgie to play! "We'll put two roses right here," Pa said, "Ta show the spot where little George bled, Fer this is the age fer Georges to shine-- Lloyd George, the king, en this son of mine!" --H. A. Mis What Can We Say After We Say We're Sorry? Dear Slave: Yot're a fine one! You won't even admit that { exist. I got wind of another column conductor, and just for that I'm going to fall in love with him. If he's a she, I'll fall anyway. Now what are you going to say? --EMMmy We're No Wilfred Cross, Old Thing Dear Slave: I have a heavy date for next Saturday eve- ning with a coed from Northwestern university. After reading recent accounts of coed activities from the pen of a Mr. Cross I am at a loss whether to bring the lady a fifth of Gordon gin or a pint of bourbon. If I told you her sorority could you advise me as to which she might prefer? She is a junior this year. . --THE JOKER Now Joker, don't crowd us too far. We are neither Wilfred nor Beatrice Fairfax, although you seem to think us a combination of the two. We suggest that you take the fair coed a pound of Fannie May's. That's what we always used to do when we called on a coed. (Aside: Yes we did, lykell.) It won't be long now! Another week and we'll be watching Northwestern's purple wildcats line up against the South Dakota huskies in their crimson sweaters, the whistle will sound a shrill signal, the ball will soar down the field and the greatest sport in the world will be on. We can hardly wait to hear the roar of the stands when the ball gets down on the ten yard line, second down, eight yards to go, and one side of the big stadium pleads for a touchdown while the other chants, "Hold that line! Hold that line!" o ~~. THE SLAVE.