New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1910-08-14
Country Life
Doesn't Appeal
to the Cynic
HE LONGS FOR THE CITY
The Wall of the Flat Dweller
Rouses His Ireland Yet
He Doesn't Move.

Huh" exclaimed the cynic as he read
an editorial paragraph in his paper quot
ing kipIing's scorching word picture of a
modern American city and closing with
the sentence, Those who are wratched in
the city can escape most of their ills by
n two days walk into the country II they
have that much initiative and endurance
Il bet that was written by city man.
continued the cynic. It's the nature of
man to think his lot worse than that Of
his neighbor. Almost everybody, except
John D. and J. p and Andy and few
others who have retired. thinks some
other business is better than his and vows
that no son of his shall ever go in it.
Only city man could write that way.
like facts. Now, let's see what really
would happen to that chap taking two
days walk into the country.
IF it's hot day. before he's been on
the country road long he'll find that & city
street with q shady side is comfortable
compared with a long, shadeless, dusty
stretch of country road. The automobile
only adds to the discomfort. There are no
drug stores or other places where he can
moisten his 'parched throat The only
water he can find may be bad. Possibly
he may have the notion that the journey
ought to be real jaunt back to nature,
and has decided to sleep on the bosom Of
Mother Earth. A cool bed on the fresh,
green grass for me- this fool says TO him
self as he makes his plans for this wonder
working journey out into the real world.
Humph, wait until he hears and feels the
inyr'ads of creeping things in the grass
under him. He'll be pretty tired if that
doesn't keep him awake for while. The
reminder Of some hotel beds he has at
tempted to slumber in won't hasten the
approach of Morpheus any.
Perhaps he has imagined the joys of
lying on his back and looking UP at the
twinkling sparks of light swinging over
his head in the march of the great deep
spheres. Ina gination doesn't have much
chance when the nerve racking music of
the happy mosquito is heard approaching.
Possibly it is one of the kind of mosqui-
toes that bears about the virus of malaria.
When he does get 10 sleep he may dis
cover that the much described charms Of
the bird chorus greeting the dawn are not
all that the armchair naturalist has
cracked them up to be. If the racket Of
the birds doesn't wake him, old Sol may
do il when he pops his orb up over the
treetops on the eastern horizon at 40
a. n
He may thank his stars that he doesn't
live in the country the year round In the
winter there is no street cleaning depart
ment TO cut UP the snoHbanks, and in the
spring the mud is horrible If you have
children 1t is difficult to get them educat
ed. for there is nothing except d district
school mile or two away, in which a
Young woman unframed in pedagogy in
structs the youth for IS or IS week. IT
isn't her fault that she hasn't a better ed
ucation or higher salary. Neither she
nor the district can afford it When you're
sick it may be that you are dependent
upon one OF those doctors-save the mark!
with a diploma from a half-rate medical
school If he gives you a prescription,
there may be no drug store where you can
have IL filed. or If there is one the drugs
may be stale and ineffective because they
are aged
Then the church may be a struggling
Institution that must put up with third
rate preaching, and has hard work paying
for that. The choir Is made up Of local
songsters who have had little instruction
in music, and they are accompanied on
a small foot organ. Oh, well, What's the
USE
The cynic threw down his paper. shout
ed an order TO a man moving the lawn
and then went in TO dinner