Judge — May 24, 1919 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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Donen by NOK Warsen “Those Were tHe Harey Days” Centaur—It seems but yesterday when she used to jump ont Jame A Great Help i PL Moruas ad H%: well I remember the dear old Rollo books that I used to secure from the Sabbath School library of the Stone Church, which as an urchin I infested on sundry Sundays at the prescribed hours, related old Festus Pester. “Ah! What wonderful volumes they were! Those were the trmes when any- thing in the slightest degree interesting was supposed to be unfit for children’s reading, when Mrs. Sigourney’s somber poems were considered enter- taining, and the admirably grammati orations of J. Fenimore Coope fabulous sachems were regarded as light reading. In those days it was not essential in writing to have something to write about. Books were nothing like as plentiful then as now, and the prevailing idea was that a book was a book, to be thankfully received and eagerly read, whether it was worth reading or not “Young Rollo, gaily bedight in a cap with a tassel on it, journeyed f tically all over the map, as it then was, accompanied by his wise tutor, arrayed in a tall hat and intellectual side- whiskers. At intervals the tutor would explain in measured accents that ‘We now sce before us—’ so and so, and ‘From this we should learn something or other. Whereat, Rollo, being a good boy, would politely reply, *Ah, how ver-y in-ter-est-ing!’ and the fike. And thus the little prig and the big prig rambled on and on through almost countless volumes, behaving like no human beings ever acted be- fore or since. “When I look back on my ex- d and more ace The Cause By Cuestextos Toon soon as I looked him over I knew from his frank, engaging smile, his openwork countenance, and his free and easy clothes, where he was from. “Yes,” he said. “You've guessed it. I'm from the West.” “And you look down upon the East,” I ventured. “You regard New York as essentially provineial—you believe that the Atlantic seaboard is infested by a species of human being with ingrowing culture, with mock intellectualism, with narrrow mentality, indeed with no back and say, * Home ural, healthy, broad outlook on life “But L enjoy my yearly visit, "hesaid, antly le: Certainly you do.” L replied. “You are wise enough toover look the highbrowism, the self-satisfied stupidity of the Easterner. and there are opportunities for realization not afforded in the West. You can be vibrated in New York in many keys.” He shook his head. “You haven't got me at all,” he said. “There is, of course, something in what you say. But that is not why [ really like the East.” Then why?” I asked. “Because,” he replied, pleasantly. “In traveling through the East Lalways meet so many Westerners.” ter e or less checkered career I shudder to think what I might have become but for the examples of good young Rollo and his desiccated Deroron by Rowxer Tnowson tutor.” Jisaty Rears a Harvest or Pennies Witn His Home-Mape Periscore