The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1880-07-22

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1T is not more than a dozen years
since the hard-worked New Yorker o1
Philadelphian with small income made
up his mind that the summer holiday,
which was an indulgence to his well-to-
do nelghbor, was necessity for himself
-as much OF a necessity in the work of
the year as the hours~-fon slsep are in
the work, of the day. So far SO good.
Now that he is convinced of that he
takes his holiday; but he is not yet used
to it. He carries the luxury uneasily;
it discomforts him; he doesrnot know
how TO use it. Having but the one
chance to be idle in the year hi is cap
tious about the idleness and scared lest
he may not enjoy every moment of it..
de knows what he wants very we'll
He and his wife and children are talk.
ing about that at this very moment. in a
hundred thousand places. He will tell
you that he is not hard to please. There
are certain essentials, to be sure, which
he must have when he leaves home for
enjoyment; sublime scenery, pure air.
no mosquitoes, plenty of game, milk,
fruit and eggs, congenial society, spring
mattresses, well-cooked meals and little
to pay at the end of the week-give him
these and he is satisfied. Where he
shall go to find them and after lie has
gone how he was cheated while he was
there afford him matter for grumblinp
from May until December. s1ss Ais8@s
Now his French or German. cousin
over the sea has a hundred holidays in
the year. He knows how to bring the
flavor out of every drop in the orange.
He drifts into idleness easily, without
thought. When his fete comes he goes.
for a few francs, with his sweetheart or
wife, a mile or two out of town. They
Joke and laugh. The sun shines, the
wind blows-it is all good. It rains, IL
is dusty--but they joke and laugh all the
same. They criticise nothing. How
good it all is! +.
But as for our American, q corn-husk
bed, or a mosquito in the woods. will
oyerturn whole summers airy fabric
OF happiness. In his, anxiety lest he
should not seize the best chance sof en-.
joyment, he is apt to follow the largest
crowd. He goes to Niagara. to Cane
May, the Adirondacks, or to- some one
of the countless paste-board mansions
or hot rm-houses. in the suburbs
of the cities. He tells you that5his ob--
jeet is rest and freedom, but the
chances are that he leaves both behind
in his house in town. There he could
wear his old slippers, he chose his own
companions; he held such. habits and
opinions as suited him; he was the Mac
Donald, and where he sat was the
head of the table. But in every enesofs
these summer houses society tramples
him. down. tits often a little cli,Iue Of
which he never heard before, 'sswjth-
out father, mother or Descent" he
may laugh at it as vulgar and ignorant,
but it is master of the position; he is
not. In the hottest months of the year
when even the beasts in the fields lie,
down to rest, it forces upon him a hur-
ly-burly OF fashion gossip, dress, outlay
and WEAKNESS, which at home he can
manage to shut outside of his own door.
He goes back, as rule, to his shop or
office, his gas-pipes and family table,
unrefreshed and glad that the holiday
is over. But, after all, he goes With the
crowd next year The average Ameris
can is afraid not to move with the
crowd. rA' - ss4'@ SSs@sl
The history of all surhlnering-p1aees
is alike. An adventurous artist usually
ventures into a new field and whispers
his discovery to his friends. Scenery is
wellnigh as popular a hobby just now
as household decoration. After, him
come pell-mell the would be aesthetics,
and later the mere ofashionables, easlthe
flock follows the tinkle of the bell. 4
wether and up go the mammoth hotels y
as fast as mushrooms spring on a May
morning on betramped. sheep-walks.-s
Rebecca Harding Dacis, IN Hupca' s
aalh 9 ..se.. 50 y !. .-aas.se-a ;.