Judge — September 15, 1923 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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“It’s entirely to him I owe my per- fect pianissimo.” “How interesting! He doesn’t look like a music teacher!” “He's not. He’s my next neighbor.” door Are We Gypping Ourselves? by Carl Macaulay Leo [78.307 the casual auto owner that don’t do no more harm than wash his car out in the front yard on Sunday mornings what is causing all the trouble, but. those as has a car and a wonderlust besides. Everywhere you go they're first, especially if it’s a place like Yellow- stone Park, where I ned from good authority from a waiter in one of the hotels that th was more auto tourists in the Park this season than they was school-teachers which is some little flock when you remember that the railroads buys there whole winter supply of coal off of the business they get in the summer from school-teachers using the Low Round Trip Fares to See America First. This influx to the Park via the rubber tire route is causing no little trouble to guide nd Park officials who say that the regular customers no longer want to go and watch the bears what collect in herds of one and two behind the hotels or wait for the geysers to perform like is on the illustrated folders and the picture postcards, but would rather go down to the auto tourists’ camp and watch them unravel their equipment which I will have to admit is some sight as some of them seems to do the impossible. But it ain't fair to the natural beauties of the Park as it puts them at a unfair disadvantage like one old fellow said to me, “Old Faithful is a wonderful Geyser alright, but did you see t car from Iowa down camp with that tent, bed and th the tourist combination spare tire rack It’s the same proposition everywheres else and some of the Wild West towns reports that all the Bad Men and Indians which has alw been more or less of a att jon to these towns of the great outdoors, has fled to the hills scared of the touring tourists whose general appe: would throw terror into a New York taxicab driver let alone these simple Bad Men and Indians, of the West. Why, a few years ago, a sheriff could go out of a evening and keep the jail full by just arresting the various suspicious and disorderly characters about town, now he would be just as liable to get a banker from Peoria, IIL, or a lawyer from Newark as he was a hobo and what good rance as HIGH FINANCING He— What you spent on that hat would pay the grocer’s bill. She—But, dear, that just shows how economical I am in the marketing! gang only the whol Sven the picturesque ypsies which used to roam the 1 and causeaafternoon’s diversion whe: ver they stopped, can’t stand the competition id are settling down to quict existences in Southern California where theys sell- ing their equiptment and buying. oil stock. And the way things are going now it won't be long befor we are a itinerate race of people which cook everything in one kettle and sing folk songs like the chorus in’ a Bulgarian comic opera, as everywheres you go new auto camps is sprung up even with community kitchens and Y. M. C. A. secretaries to lead the singing in the evening. It’s really getting serious and about the only way out t sce is to make it a crime and a misdemeanor to sell a tent or a hiking suit or a auto- mobile to anybody that’s got a faraway look in his eye or looks like they was fond of puzzles and has heard about road maps, ee The Lover by Sidnia S. Burrell T" winp shall be my fan— The turf shall he my bed: ‘The stars shall be my candles To flicker overhea And while thedawns are scarlet, While the skies are blue, These shall be enough for me If I just have you! Drai you thir Ww He wr An’ John. He Ande Ish Tt isn’ I jo Why TT fi minut Ay of fan Afi even i Ari a poor comicbooks.com