New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-08-01
ONLY Peace ard the Ripple
of Laughter Where Chill
dren Are Rejoicing.
VACATIONS ALMOST
A DREAM TO SOME
Happy Days at North Shore
Holiday House End All
Too Soon.
In a summerland they lie.
Dreaming ss the days go by.
Ever drifting down the stream
LINGERING In the golden CLEAN.
Life--what Is II but a dream


There may be wars, but not here,
not at North Shore Holiday House.
When you enter here you leave all your
cares outside; or, if you happen by
mistake to carry one with you through
the gate, you send it packing in short
order once you find what sort OF place
this is. ,.,
For it's lust a summerlsnd where life
;s a dream. Instead Of the bayinS OF
the dogs Of war, you have mere me
ripple Of childish laughter; instead Oh
the crashing cannon shot, the click OF
croouet balls on the lawn. Instead OF
the frown the cares of state beget, y0i
will see here nothing gloomler than tne
pucker of a childish brow when lessle
l. irving to stare the sun out OF coun
tcnance. while she watches ROBIN IN
the apple tree.
"Pooh!" you will say perhaps, "Nortn
Shore Holiday House is place Tor NJ
tie girls of eight or ten years. Whs a.;
do they know about wars and cares
They know a good deal about the war
against poverty and hunger-this par
ticular group of little girls OF eight
or ten. They know lot about VIC
cares that come Of living eight people
in three small rooms and OF trying 10
grow up in traffic jsmmed streets.
No wonder, then, they find this iand
Of neace. for it's a land of plenty ana
a land of wide, uncrowded spaces.
You'd have to take a peep into inc
stufFv tenements from which these emil
dren come and another peep into Holi-
Gav House before you could appreciate
fnilv whv the latter is a place OF peace.
But when YOU had seen the dark, ciut,,
tered rooms of the city homes ana
then looked into the vast, airy, sunht
rooms of this great, tree-surrounde'l
country house, you'd feel great wave
of peace come over your own spirit a.
the knowledge that the poor tots had
been transported from the one 10 IHe
ether. ,,
one of these girls making her dihner
of black bread and the remains OF
CON of salmon rescued from refuse
barrel. and had yesterday looked into
the harder at Holiday House and seen
tae quantities of vegetables fresh fropl
The gardens of the neighborhood, the
gaIlons of rich milk, the chickens want
mo 10 be fricasseed, you, too, mign!
know something of the feeling tna'
steals over the little vacstioners during
their two weeks in this land OF peace
and plenty. I,.;.o.
There are other peace giving devices
here, too. There are strange games I'M
croouet. that you can't play amid the
I trucks of the city streets; there sI'
swings under the trees; there are auto
mobiles that pick you up and whlrl 20.
away through the country by the hoari
thera are launches that take you sai!ini
/, cut on the Sound; there sre-go'.
I things too numerous by Tar 10 mentIoh
So. it's a land of peace, a sum,neI
dreamland, where the only thing ina
/ Tessie fears is that she Will wake W
and find that she isn't there at all ou'
| Just dreaming. ,,;,l
And this peace and this plenty, WIZ
the fun and frolic that go with tnem
ore Nil due to a group OF womaniy
motherly hearts who spend the summer
each wear in the neighborhood OF hunt
: ineton. Long Island, and who hide the,l
( ;dentitv under the name OF the NorI'
shore Holiday House. They pr0vi.ul'
The entertainment and invite the IT'D
une Fresh Air Fund to send them eaSI
fortnioht twenty-five of its niue
| proteges. -, :, .he
third of the season. Two others WI
nrobably follow this one, although prsc
ticsIIv every girl now at Holiday Hous,
was heard to wish fervently seVerS
times Yesterday that she might De al
/ loyed to stay there all summer