The Bennington evening banner. (Bennington, Vt.) 19??-1961, 1913-05-14
Our Poor Little Rich Girls

our roof EIttle hiCn OlTiS
So there was no mystery about
the poor little rich girl after all.
She just ran away from the sani-
tarium because she was homesick
and had no home to go to.
81 am tired of sanitariums," said
the poor little rich girl, land l hate
hotels. | want to go home, and
want home to run away to" and
so the mother, who was divorced
came and got her and they've gone
home-to a real home somewhere
out West, where there's room for a
girl to keep house under lilac
bush and climb up in a tree to read
Rose in Bloom"-if she wants to.
| hope there's barn on the place
where the poor little rich girl has
gone-no, not a garage, barn, with
wide roomy doors and a NOW full of
sweet hay and a dusty floor-and
some cows, mooneyed and gentle
and an old horse or two and
friendly dog.
hope there's yellow rosebush in
the yard, by the gate-and clump
of SNOWFALL trees by the window,
and oh, what If there should be a
hedge of pink and white fox, and
verbena bed. And ! do hope there
won't be chef in that home. !
hope there'll be a cook, one of the
oldfashioned kind, who'll let the
poor little rich girl come out into
the kitchen and make cookies and
stir up fudge and bake a chocolate
cake once in a while.
Let's see, Is, she is, the poor lit
tie rich girl, not too big yet for
swing-the old fashioned rope kind
Rush--r-ush-ho It flies into the
air, up up, up-to the very top of the
tall trees-whish, what a rustling of
leaves-whoosh-down again, down,
down, down-out Of the blue into
the green and brown.
Cut, cut, cut, get your hair cut,
get your hair cut" Why do hens
always get so excited when they
see any one swinging?
'Potrack. potrack," that's a guinea,
little rich girl, "gobble, gobble,"
that's turkey. Why. you'll take six
months to get acquainted with them
all, won't you? No elevators rumbl-
ing up and down, no bellboys, no tel
ephones jangling day and night, no
lonesome breakfast in a vast room
full of staring strangers no stupid din
ners with bothersome walters; home,
poor little rich girl, / hope you're
there today.
II you are, you are better off, let
me tell you, than many a poor little
rich girl, from one end of this coun-
| try to the other
The principal of a great school in
great city was telling me about 1t
the other day.
It's a day school in the fine part of
a big city-and no one can go there
but poor little rich girls and boys
and the principal feels sorry for many
of them, she says.
six out of 10 girls come to school
without breakfast" said the princi-
in bed. father down town, the ser
wants don't CHRONOLOGY gets the
children up in time. It's run along
now, and get to school; after school
mothers out playing bridge or going
20 a drama league play, or listening
to a lecture on the higher aim of
motherhood or something.
Father Is down town. earning the
money to pay the school bil-the
servants are all busy.
"At night mothers at the theatre
or out to dinner and so is father: not
always together, but still out-both OF
them. It's fudge and a book till nine
o'clock in the beautiful library, then
somebody comes from somewhere up
stairs and makes the children 20 tc
bed, and in the morning it's all begin
ming over again.
Vacations. There's no home life
about them. It's all vacation schools
now-every one is doing the vacation
school Son goes camping with 9
teacher and a party from the school
Daughter goes abroad with another
teacher and another party from the
school. Father and mother take the
car and so motoring somewhere. visi
ing their friends. playing bridge, play
ing golf, doing the one-step and the
bunny hug. In the fall the children
come back to school, and so il goes
oh, yes, they're taken care of eve
ry minute. When the boys want tC
play ball teacher goes and show.
them how, when the girls want tC
play tennis. a teacher serves fol
them. They are taught to ride laugh
to swim, taught to dance. taught e
read, taught to play. taught to laugh
taught to dress correctly, taught tC
follow the leader. taught everything
on earth, even down to how e
breathe, and they never, never learr
thing by themselves.
Il don't believe one OF our BOYS
could play Andy, Andy over to saw,
) his life. How could he? He's never
been taught"
Poor little rich girl. I'm glad YOU
ran away and tried to get a home
y somewhere, somehow. - Winifres
Y Black. in the New York American.