The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-10-31

little David Sinclair has the Group.
II Harry s. Lewis, the young Yale senior
who left New Haven on Sunday TO a
charge of the hot air plant at Upton Sin
clair's Home Colony at Englewood, n. j.,
had been on the job and had kept the furnace
going during the night David wouldn't
have got the Group perhaps. Not that
the illness bothers little David-he was
having a lood time around his fathers
Helioon Home yesterday ~afternoon-but
the twenty home colonists who have
gathered under the leadership Of David's
distinguished father left good homes pur-
posely to get away from Group and spring
housekeeping and canned asparagus and
that sort of thing. Wherefore it is very
Encouraging right at the start to have
little David up and get the Group and so
take one's mind OF art.
The troubles Of David under an unco-
operative raising were the principalreasons.
In fact, for the foundation Of the home
colony. Young Mr.. Sinclair had tried to
bring up little David on a Jersey farm, but
befor anybody could stop it David had
begun to play with a little girl that
suffered. When he wasn't learning to
stutter, continues Mr.. Sinclair, he WAS
swimming the baby ducks and his shoes
in the w69htub or out in the kitchen mixing
himself a pudding Of pepper cruets, CANDLE
sticks and rilk."
Consequently. when Mrs. Sinclair an
nounced at twenty-three minutes to 9 last
night in the corridor of Helicon Home that
David had the Group there was distress in
the colony. A minute before the announce
ment was made a reporter for The SUN
had asked young Mr.. Sinclair how his
scheme Of raising children comparatively
was working.
"David's Group doesn't look as il il we're
bowling success, - said Mr.. Sinclair, sadly.
F~our-year-old David stood to one side
solemnly studying a row of The Library
of the Worlds Best Literature"
"Tve just given David a dose Of whiskey,
90 he feels better now said Mrs. Sinclair.
The idea Of letting the furnaces go out at
night! Michael kept them going all day,
but he says the doors were being opened
90 much anyway that he didn't think it was
worth while TO keep the hea on any longer.
The doctor has seen David. Let me ave
O dollar, Upton, please, to pay the hack
driver
"A dollar, repeated Upton, still gloomily.
Nevertheless there Wa happiness in the
home colony yesterday, as the reporter
learned when he interviewed young Mr..
Harry Lewis of Sank Centre, Mich, Inc
Yale, who is supposed to don overalls and
keep the hot air circulating during the
night.
I'm just having a lazy time" said Mr..
Lewis, cheerfully. Il haven't started on the
hot air plant, but have been giving my
time to reading Nothing has happened
TO me yet worth talking about, but if you
want to know my opinions I'll write them,
provided your editor orders them from me-.
That's my business, writing. You just
ask your editor II he doesn't want me to
write for him"
MIR. Lewis is a tall young. very young,
man who gave up his work at Yale because
the New Haven. institution is too much
like "a cloister." ~ Mike, who has been run
ming the HeliCon Hall furnace for a number
Of years says he has hopes for Mr.. Lewis.
Hes a bright Teller" said Mike, ard i
think he'll be able 20 get onto this work."
Mike was the only one Of imIo rtance in
sight when the visitor first called. Young
Mr.. Sinclair had gone for a walk through
the tall timber, it was said. In the mean
time the repo rter was shown through the
works by a young woman wearing a gown
Of saltbag material, a khaki tie and hair
like an art student. ,
That's where the children will play and
be raised comparatively, said the guide
a. she pointed to a long noom where car
penters W NE working. we haven't any
very young children here now, but We ex-
pect a baby soon. !. is "a months Old,
explained the young woman. Now you
may look about tins foor all you wish"
AS one enters me long gray and white
building he is met in the corridor with tall
piles of books and bedroom china ard "A set
of boxing gloves that give a touch OF sro RITZ
ness tn the er trance. The corridor opens on
a big patio filed with rubber trees. Facing
this enclosed court are the cooperative
child raising der artment, the cooperative
dining ROOM, the canned music DON with
o mechanical Tiano md the cans OF music
ranged in rows along the walls, a blllia I'd
room that is now given over TO the Hood OF
books that spill over every thing, and a quiet
reading room which oTer > on the mechani-
cal piano and from which one can look up
from a rage Of Richard lie Gallienne and
gaze on Hacker sack. On clear days one
can climb the tower on the building and
Gee HCboken.
Also there is a big Longing room at one
end Of the patio that is fitted up with sassy
sofa cushions and the current magazlnes
up to March. 1905, and altogether gives the
inpression9of theGwaiting room OF a fash
ionable dentist. IN this room also was a
copy of The jungle Book by a writer
named Kipilng. Like Mr.. Sinclair's The
Jungle il is about animals on the hoof but
10 some other respects is different. In the
cooperative dining room the tables were
set with cracked nuts, roses and olive oil,
pepper and salt.
The young woman guide had given the
impression that Mr.. Sinclair had beer on
the Job earlier in the afternoon but that he
had merely walked right in and turned
around and walked right out again. Conse-
ouently ne was sought in the tall timber
down the road.
A three minute walk down a little. path
brought one TO a glade in the wood and
there gazing thoughtfully into the dying
Gun stood a young mar fair and straight
and wearing a hickory shirt. Aloft one
late songster, reluctant to leave for the
southland. was singing softly. And as one
Razed on the author standing there hatless
and with the last rays OF the sun striking
his domelike brow one thought Of the Carl
tol at " a~shington. The reporter couldn't.
Just couldn't interrupt hin then but silently
stole away to await young Mr.. Sinclair's
return to the cooperative child raising
plant.
IN talk to YOU. I'll talk to you" said
young Mr.. Sinclair. after the reporter
had been told by two Of the home colonists
that Mr.. Sinclair wasn't at home. and then
had run into the author quite by accident.
while heading toward the door.
The Young man braced himself AGAINST
The Library Of the Worlds Best Lltera-
tre.' He still wore the hickory shirt, no
coat. one waistcoat and cordurov Trousers.
and carried a hammer. Between the top
Of the trousers and the bottom OF the waist