Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1913-01-11
ARE YOU LONELY? EVERYBODY. IS
By Winifred Black.

| play of middle-aged persons in scant,
clothes pretending to be college girl
out for a lark.
A woman with a good sensible clea
head who doesn't want to spend every
dollar she can wheedle out of her hus
oand for clothes with which to maxi
her look so that some man on The
street will ask her whose doll are
you?"
onesome are you-from Kentucky
you say, and can't get used to Broad.
way? Well, little woman, you don't
have to get used to it, and don't try;
don't even think of trying.
The people you see on Broadway
aren't the whole city, no, nor even
those you see on Fifth avenue, either
They may think they are but they are
not
They are only the bubbles on the
cup of good American coffee that is
underneath, that's all.
Somebody works, somebody plans
somebody sacrifices. Who do you sup
pose pays for all those clothes, who
meets the rent day, who settles the
grocery bills-why, the very woman
across the hall from your own little
fiat Came from Tennessee. You just
ask her some moonlight night if she
ever gets river sick?" and watch the
tears come to her eyes
What, the woman up stairs, the one
with the gorgeous hats and the cleo
trio runabout? Why she's from the
West, cans you tell that by the way
she says good morning to the elevator
man? Yes, Indeed she's from De-
catur, Illinois, or Negaunee Michigan,
as sure as you are born. She has
picked many a pail of blueberries for
her mother to put up-when the woods
began to burn off in the great forest
up there by the blue lakes.
4 California Woman.
Down stairs, the woman with the
pug dog and the French maid? Bless
your heart, she's from Sacramento,
California-never saw snow in her life
till she came to New York. She can
make salad and does make it, too,
even if she hasn't asked you for your
receipt You talk to her about trees
some day and see what she'll tell you
about the redwoods, and what makes
them so big.
Didn't you notice her eyes were red
the other day when you met her in the
hall? Quarrelled with her husband q?
Not bit of it, home sick, that's all,
just plain home sick for rose tree
and Gala lily hedge, and a good
neighbor to say "Howdy" to.
Her husband is home-sick, too, yes,
the man in the fur coat. Why, bless
your heart, diana, and he'd give all
the fur in his coat to be back there
right now. He has played hockey and
gone "swimmin'" just as your hus-
band did when he was boy.
The man who your husband spoke
to at the front door the other night
used to stay in after school to learn
the Presidents, just as your brother
Joe did down in Frankfort, when you
thought he would never in the world
pass into the next grade
Homesick among strangers? Why,
you're not among home folks; they
are all around you if you did but know
it, and crazy to get acquainted with
you
New York lonesome, cold unsympa-
thetic Well maybe New York is, but
the people in it are not, They are just
plain Americans, plain everyday hon
est hearted, simple Americans. They
only do the New York pose, just for
fun, their hearts aren't in it the least
bit in the world.
New Yorkism is just a veneer, you
can rub it off just as easy. Try it
some day with almost any of your
neighbors and see.