New-York tribune., 1913-07-21
~AT's Well That Ends at Trib-
une Fresh Air Camp" the
Motto of Tiny Traveller.
FAITH HER GUIDE BOOK
She's a Composite, However,
of Many Thousands Now
Awaiting Chance for
Trip to Country.

her CnemieS-htI CONVERSATIONS are worth
,s.ering TO whether they be of music or
erals. philosophy or economics, geog-
..nbv or travels. but particularly geog-
,.rbv and travels. for Anna is some tray
eer.
she knows all about preparing for a
;oprney The other night she was waiting
tor train time in one Of the city's rail-
road terminals and. having a few mo-
rsnts to spare, drew the friends around
her into conversation.
aO-o-h." said she, Il didn't have no
5es OF goin away tonight. and my
mother had a job gettin' me ready. She
washed all my dresses and irCned 'em
this afternoon. They're all here" Say
ing which Anna swung into view, as the
container of all her dresses. a package
which parcel post rules would not have
excluded for its size)
Poor Lera, though, Amt il too bad?
She told the teacher she could go might
But her mother couldn't get 'er no dress
nor stockn's She thought she could but
she couldn't. Amt II a shame?'
Everybody knows the story Of the two
bovs who went travellirg-the one who
saw lust a lot Of ields, houses. people,
rivers and hills; the other who saw thou
sands Of things Of absorbing interest
about which he could not cease from
talking after his return. Anna is trav-
eler Of the latter sort. When she travels
she is all eyes, ears and questions.
on this same night. for instance, as,
during the first leg Of her journey, she
sailed the North River on one Of the Erie
Railroads feet Of greyhounds, a thought
popped into her head, and no sooner into
her head than into words.
Mister" she queried, ARE we on the
ocean now"
And when a negative answer dashed dis
appointment on her hopes. she continued
We'll. amt we goin' way far out on
the ocean,"
Whether she was or not may be judged
from the answer to a question put to her
and her companions a little later by a
bystander.
Where are you going?" said he, and
he might have added without fiattery.
my pretty maid
Angelica" bubbled Anna, without hes
itation. But the next question was en-
barrassing.
Where's that?" said mister" half to
Anna and half to his companion mis-
ter" Anna hesiJated at this d moment
then confessed:
Il dunno
In the winking Of an eye her spirits
rose again, however, as she added tri-
umphantly:
But had a swell time there last
year.
OF course. everybody but Anna and
mister" knows that Angelica is out in
Alegany County and that its precincts
are not laved by the restless waters of
the ocean.
These latter remarks Of Annals indi-
Gated her absolute faith in the benefcent
government Of all things human. She
starts out on her Journeys without either
purse or scrip, thinking neither of rail-
road tickets nor timetables. nor yet OF
how to get TO her destination or what II
will be like. Not much TO be CLEANED
from the conversations Of one who travels
like that, eh? STILL Anna always ends
up in the right place-the Fresh AIT
Country" For she Of whom we write IS
not Anna OF the Five Towns, but Anna
Of the Five Hundred Towns-towns that
lie in all directions. towns that hang the
key to everything within on the outside
OF the walls whenever Anna heaves IN
sight
Anna has several thousand sisters ana
brothers who would Ike TO travel TO this
same Fresh Air Country. and perhaps
after one more conversation Of Anna Is
set down you will want 70 help 90 So
On this occasion IL was Tribune Fresh
Air Fund teacher" who talked with her
What does your father do for a living
Anna" asked she.
He's a musician" gravely replied the
girl.
oh. isn't that nice? What does he
play?" continued Tteacher."
"A hand organ," replied Anna stiii
grayely.
And il must be added in conclusion that
a musician Of that stamp can't pay the
railroad fare Of many children to any
country"