Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1902-08-16

ually thursday Afternoon, with most
other stores it is on Saturday after
noon.
No milk is delivered Thursday af-
ternoons in Chicago.
L wish you could stand with me on
one of the downtown corners and see
the throng of employees pour forth.
As soon as - o'clock comes the
doors go to with pleasant bang
against customers and in a few min
utes from Railways, from easements,
and from all sorts of exits small boys
even shining down drain pipes and
fire escapes-an in a hurry to get
away. Some make for the street
cars, and so home; quite as many
have anticipated a trip somewhere,
and they are off.
Hundreds of lads from IL to IS
years old hurry to the piers, where
they buy a dozen minnows, and have
such luck as comes to their hook and
line, usually quite satisfactory, for
perch is always hungry and their
numbers are beyond arithmetic. 9th
ers have in mind a trip on the lake;
they hurry to the river and there they
find ample opportunity to satisfy
them, from great leviathans like the
whale-back Columbus, to little drain
age-canal tubs.
Trolley parties are made up, and
away they whirl, to the north, out to
Wilmette, to Highland park, and to
Waukegan. To the west they go to
the Desplaines river, beyond Oak
park, and south, some go as far as to
Momence and Kankakee-any where
TO get away from the distraction, the
heat, the dust, the noise, the hate of
the city, to where they may have a
glimpse of green grass, where they
may recline under a canopy spread by
the Maker, and fill their lungs with
air that is absolutely free from any
thing evil.
Abraham Lincoln once said "God
must have loved the common people
else he wouldn't have so many of
them" Thanks be, there are so
many of them in the world today. 1t
warns my heart as l watch them
surge past, bent on a half days re-
lease from the Moloch of money;
mostly afoOt, with baskets and paper
bags, little care-they for the Nabobs
who pass them in carriages and auto
mobiles, for their seats in partIor cars
or private yachts, they are the Bobs,
and they are happy.
Thousands go to the parks every
Saturday afternoon; on that day all
signs keep off the grass" are hidden
away. There you may see wee wan
babies, grabbing grass by the hand
full, tired mothers sprawling on the
turf in an ecstasy of freedom from the
hot pavements and sitting smells of
their tenement house homes.
Every night thank the Lord that you
don't live in a tenement house. The
law of compensation holds good in
Chicago, else no one could live there.
That great, grand, beautiful lake all
along the border, sweet, cool, clean
water, sandy beaches for the boys,
fish for the catching. 1t tempers the
heat in summer, and it mitigates the
cold blasts of winter. 1t bears on its
bosom the fleets of an empire. Its
blue eXpanse, further than the eye
can reach, is restful, healing, help
full.
Morning, noon, and night it hath
led to Thee, hearts that were tired
and sore, and tempest tossed
Saturday afternoon is prominently
the working mans holiday. You
would be amazed at the huber of peo-
pie who delight themselves with
trolley rides.
Every Saturday afternoon and
Sunday morning $4,000 or 3d.
600 people take the Northwest
ern elevated to Wilson avenue. There
they change to the Evanston Electric,
surface cars, and go to Church street
in Evanston; there they change again,
to the Waukegan line and find shade,
water, and Lake Michigan and well
come for their tired selves and at
small expense, no small factor to
most of them.
The next time you come to Chicago,
steer away from State street, take
that trip, and if you don't say it's the
best little journey you ever took I'll
pay the bill.
Marshall Fields boys and girls quite
often make up a company enough to
fill anywhere from twenty to thirty
street cars and invade Washington
park or Field Columbian museum,
and Field foots the bill; so also do
A. NJ. RothschiId & Co. and Seigel
Cooper & Co., The Fair, and some
others of the great department
stores.
Nearly every day I see car loads of
children whizzing past my suburban
home, eager, noisy, and clean, to the
woods far north; they come back at
night tired, somewhat crumpled as to
clothing, red faced and some of them
Enthusiastically dirty, arms full of
green stuff; often it is only way-side
weeds, but perfectly lovely to their
poor hearts, hungry for anything that
God made.
Long distance trips are not in much
favor with the masses; they take too
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