The daily morning journal and courier., 1901-07-16

1 Zunder Children Enjoy Day of Pleas
 ure at Woody Crest.
 T wen ter visit a frien' one day. and
 the friend this time. was Mrs. Leo Herz.
 | To the reading public, the country
 outings of the vacation schools may be
 trite and deadly dull. To bring them to life, stand on the corner for ten
 minutes and watch the orderly, eager embarkation on the cars; then listen to the whoops of rapture that float back
 ward along the track. The pulses are
 dull and dead that do not quicken at
 the sight and sound.
 The vacation schools have had coun-
 try trips before. trips for which they
 have prepared with lessons on the
 things to be seen by the roadside, trips
 that they have gone over and over again, in school and out, for these ex- petitions have their educational as well as their play time value. But Thurs day was the first time that one of the schools has been invited to go a-visit- ing.
 We went to Woody Crest, to the summer home of Mrs. Leo HerZ. The journey was an event in itself, Deco rous Elm street, in West Haven echoed with "Boola" and Seven Little Fair ies" Savin Rock was hailed as an old friend but after the meadows were passed, the children settled to the de- light of exploring strange territory. As the cars came to a standstill at Woody Crest, our hostess was saluted with cheers, shril1, strident, lengthy. Then such scramble to the ground! Such glorious time!
 There was an open field where, as we were informed, Number Seven beat Number Tree, one to nothin' an two men out" there was the broad, pebbly beach for wading and for skipping stones. Across the road, amid the ferns under the great trees was the spot where the hundred and twenty sat down to eat the cookies bought with their very own money, and to drink the huge glasses of lemonade so generously provided by Mrs. Herz and served by her friends, Mrs. I. Ro- Mrs. N. Hahn, Miss G. But Ter Mrs. A. Springfield, Mrs. Lamson and Mrs Karlsruher. This lemonade meant so much to so many thirsty lt- tie throats unaccustomed to such treats.
 And then we all crossed the road again to the great, open field sloping town to the water There, in the rank grass, the children formed a huge ring 'or their parting games. Against the l background of sea and shore, their | bright gowns and jumpers stood out in | bold relief. Above the splash of the waves, their songs rose into the clear, air. And, just eight days be- lore, the writer had stood in Factory | street, watching those same children in luite different surroundings. In the | leacy shower the water had been breed back and upward in the sewers, looding Oak street to a depth of more han two feet, then slowly subsiding, to cave everything plastered with a thin lime, laden. doubtless, with every ,nown species of microbe. But it was yet, and even that was refreshing af- CT the dry, burning heat of the past avs, and the children waded to and fro n the water, shrieking and splashing Ike mad things.
 From Oak street to Woody Crest! The contrast was complete; but the bought of 1t makes it hard to find rords to thank our hostess and her riends. i{HHl The vacation schools are glad to &C., ept invitations. But even if no more are forthcoming, there are lany open spots of shore and country here the children can get fresh air nd sunshine, as well as the countless CIV ideas that serve to broaden their arrow little lives.
 But it does take money to pay for the ars. ANNA CHAPIN RAY.