Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1911-07-02


- flight of the mallard in his migrations,
the accompanying vision brings inspec-
ton of the railroad folders for he who the time
and the wherewithal &c pursue rest assdiously
Stiff armed, scantily clothed venuses add their
Circean lure to stationary stifflooking waves which
never dampened the central figures garments-on the
back of the folder. Sentimental girls ride in canoes
with what the novests call clean limbed" young
fellows on placid lakes. In the back ground the
look OF alteration in the male persons off
with representation of the wide verandas and broad
windows Of summer hotel. occupying a pleasing
prospect on top of hil-on the back of the folder
Or II your tastes differ yet-ye man with the time
and the wherewthal that gitters-there is yet an
other chance. Pick up that folder lying there on
your desk.
With certain pert significance buckskin frocked
young woman smiles at you, while stately peaks
their heads in bluer sky than blue, and
she says, Come on'-on the back of the folder
Yes there many ways pass a vacation. The
folders naught of mosquitoes and sand feas and
mountain solitude that bores. 1t all looks very nice
on the back of the folder-and If enthusiastic
enough it is nice.
But this is the experience of a who could only
gaze at the advertisements. 1t not for him to
be disillusoned. The desk demanded his time and
the wife and Riddles needed his money
This man-lets call him Mr.. Stay Athome-sav
no chance for few days off at mountain, lake or
seaside for himself The wife went to the country
for few days, and the Riddles went along. That
was the formal vacation for them
But the head of the family-for him nothing
Zone Sunday morning he picked up a book called the
Forest of Arden The Hero and Rosalind modern
Ones tired of the resounding pavements and the
bounding street They took themselves away
to the enchanted forests-and they lived happy ever
after. For in the mystic companionshp of the blue
fsh-and the grosbeak, the maple and the elm winding
paths and winking springs there is the omnpresent
sense of freedom where individuality is developed
and such sordid the butcher, the baker and
the cande-stick maker forgotten They do not
exist. And bankers and bills? They are nowhere
The Forest of Arden" unused Mr.. Athome.
pretty things for the writer's of books, but they
had to dig ALI day in vouchers accounts and
stay at home all summer
''Wifey." he continued this is a tough world. 1
wish could get out in the country and remain there
until Gabe toots the horn"
'oh you're nervous and hot and developing a
temper Listen I'll pack up a few things and wen
go to the park for day"
Park" he laughed What's a park but city
which also has paved streets?'
Come on" said she.
Yes, that's what I'll be-" said he "a come on Z"
And he grumbled and he growled. But wiley put
up the bread and butter and jam, and pickles and
sandwiches, and the cake and the cookies, and tea
IN a bottle
The growl did not lesson as he toted the basket to
the street The car stopped at Hanscom park
trance-or maybe it was Riverview, Elmwood Any
folders to deceive you
day off in parkand began to have interest for
Mr. Stay Athome He still felt grouchy. however and
led the way without speaking. The mistress and
kiddies stopped to commune with a squirrel the
little animal scampered away for few feet and then
eyed them with dilated nostrils and determination
to flee at the first sign of advance. Overhead
thrush piped his salute TO the world and his mate.
of the little Stay Athomes wanted father to buy IT,
That crouch began to disappear.
You don't buy things out here" observed the
parent sententiousy. This is Gods country although
the park board thinks it owns it,"
What's the birdie doing dad?" the youngster
wanted to know.
oh he is taking day off with his lady love in
the park Just that young chap in the striped shirt
over there is doing"
"oh. look at the hoppie skirt she's wearing" broke
, in the wife.
Don't talk of skirts This is day off, and there
are no butchers bakers eandlestick makers
around" admonshed her spouse.
The little party stuck TO the paved pathways for
short time Suddenly the left the trail which
they we're following and struck up through the woods
or the left only little belt for on yon side
wide open field invited the suns rays and distilled
them into a refreshing bid for the feet Of human
beings to come and Jump and romp But the belt