New-York tribune., 1916-07-28
Johnny, Eight Years Old,
Finds No Place to Play
in Entire City.
THEN HE THINKS
OF TRIBUNE FUND
Lads Application for Fortnight's
Vacation In Country Soon
Will Bring Results.

Johnny has hard time Of II these
epidemic days.
Yesterday, as he started out to play,
his mother called after him, Don't
20 on the next block, Johnny dear,
there's a case Of that disease there
"All right, mom," he replied, "l'll go
round the corner; there's one of them
play-streets where no trucks is
allowed"
But when Johnny got Ground the
corner" he found the play-street full
of trucks. For the police by closing
the play-streets to children and open
ing them TO traffic are preventing the
spread of infantile paralysis.
Thinks of Settlement.
So Johnny thought to himself. an
go round TO that settlement. They
got playground there with soups and
a toboggan and basketball and a lot
o. things. That's a swell place"
Ground" he went, making a detour
of three blocks 10 avoid that next
block" and the case of that disease"
his mother had warned him against
With a glad smile he waved greeting
70 the teacher" at the playground and
started for the toboggan on run. Be
fore he reached it, however, teacher
grasped his arm and drove the smile
from his face:
Johnny. you can't stay in here
you're only eight, and the Board OF
Health thinks it isn't safe to admit
children under ten to the playground
You'll have to play outside the fence
You may watch the other children
through the pickets if you want to-"
Watches from Outside.
So Johnny went outside, feeling like
an outcast, and sat gloomily on the
curb for while. Then the sunlight OF
inspiration burst through the clouds of
despair, and the boy leaped to his feet
and dashed for home.
There he found his mother reading
the newspaper with a look of care
wri1kling her brow. But Johnny was
too full of his inspiration 70 take note
OF looks Of care.
"Mom,' he shouted, take me dowr
to Cooney Island, will va cause
the play-street's closed and they wont
let me in the playground at the settle
mont 'couse ! aint ten, and no kids /:
out to play anyway? They gotta stay
in SOS not to catch that disease"
Dear me, I'm sorry" answered hi'
mother, "but in the paper here it says
not to take children to Coney lslanC
because in such crowds children car
catch the disease
Boy Grieves.
The lad grieved at this. 81 can't g
nowhere. No one wants me round.
guess Pm the plaguel"
Just then, however, another brigh
/ idea burst into the little outcast's mint
and was Immediately put into words
"Mom, / know what can do-go or
one o. them Fresh Air vacations in the
country. know a lot O. fellers was
sent by The Tribune. A guy next door
got a postal from his brother. He's
havin' swell time"
"Oh, Johnny. wonder If you could?'
am ask the teacher in the play.
ground. She sent the feller mex door
Fund Gets Request.
And he did. His request has been
forwarded TO the Tribune Fresh All
Fund. The little outcast is waiting
for this one outlet into fresh-air-
play land to open for him.
Do you sympathize with him, city
dweller, with money that might sup.
port the work of the Tribune Fund?
Do YOU sympathize with him, coun-
try dweller COR sojourner), raising
quarantine bars against him? Has this
lad no rights? How would you feel in
his predicament?