The Washington times., 1922-11-04
GARLAND NEST
LODGERS FIND
LIFE EARNEST
Living a Problem to Be Solved
by Each According
to Views.

Basing her stories on obserra-
tion made while she tUas q member
of the colony, The Flapper has
given a detailed description of life
at Charles Gariand's April Farm"
in North Carver. She has related
her talks ,oith Garland and pitk
the girls that keep him company,
Anna, Doris, Harriet, and Alice.
Alice and Harriet haze been dis
cussing neW born love Of home
apporent in Renie. the young bride
Of Hamilton Garland, the young
est of the three Garland brothers.
NoW 90 on usth the story:
BY CARYL FRINK,
A Flapper.
Copyright. lsa2; by Cosmopolitan
News Service.)
NORTH CARVER, Mass, Nov. 4.
After breakfast the next morning
Renie drove up in a large touring
car to get Harriet and take her to
her home at Buzzard's Bay. Renie
was a slight girl. with rich color
ing and great regularity OF fea-
lures. She was dressed conven'
tionally.
Harriet hurried out to the car.
She had no baggage because she
had brought nothing with her.
sleeping, as the rest Of the April
farmers did, in the altogether.
Barley called to Renie. asking
her II she wasn't going to stop Tor
d while. The wife Of his million
aire brother. Hamilton, replied that
she hadn't a minute; that she had
errands to do in town.
Going Away To New York.
Harrys departure was as abrupt
and unceremonious as her arrival.
She had come with copy OF
Emerson, a copy OF the Rubaiyat and
Spanish grammar. She had lett
the books with Alice to be sent to
a washer woman with literary
aspirations, whom they both knew.
All except the Spanish grammar.
She took that with her.
She had told the girls that she
was going, eventually, to New York.
where a position with a Jewish
newspaper awaited her.
That morning l heard a conversa-
ton between Alice and Anna that
peculiarly typified much of the small
talk in the Chicken coop" kitchen.
The girls and Garland talk constantly
about life, politics, the potato crop.
immortal souls, what to feed the
calf, psycho-analysis. cranberries, art
and letters and dirty dishes, stress
ing all alike.
Alice, dumping a canister Of brown
sugar into a huge mess OF cram
berries-Does thee think this 10
enough sugar?
Anna, horrified-Oh, you should
not have put the sugar in till after
they've boiled while. That's what
makes the skins tough.
Alice-Oh, dear me-is II too late
to scoop 1t out?
Anna-You might get some Of it
out-off the top.
Alice scoops off the sugar on the
top. Then she patiently spoons out
the cranberries, picking them out Of
the sugar one by one. Half an hour
later Anna discovers her thus.
Anna-Oh. AL, I didn't mean you
had to get every teeny bit out. Just
what you could scrape off the top.
Alice-I know, but I want to do
this right. There, l guess I've got
IL all out now. I'll leave this canister
here to be washed.
Anna-Does II need washing7
Alice-Of course. It's empty.
Anna-But aren't you going to put
more sugar right back into It?
Alice-Yes. But oughtn't the old
sugar to be washed out. / should
think II would get stale.
Anna-Oh, no, II won't. We al.
ways dump new sugar in on top OF
the old.
Alice-For years?
Anna-Well, not for years.
Alice-Then you do wash the can
sometimes?
Life Is Earnest-And Short.
And so Il goes on, Indefinitely.
! These people at April farm seem TO
| have found out what few of us know;
| that life is terrific problem that
wants individual solving; that, as the
girl graduate says, life Is real; life
is earnest. But what they don't seem
| to have discovered yet, is that life Is
short. Or maybe they don't care.
After lunch l announced that ],
too, was going. Alice suggested that
I visit q friend of hers in Boston
who might be able to help me in one
way and another. And Anna sat
down and bit her tongue over a letter
! to n man In New York who might
| find honest employment for me.
| shook hands with the three girls.
Doris kept my hand a moment
longer than the others.
"Gdd-by, my friend" she said.
"Will you write to me?"
promised her | would.
Barley stood at the door, his
hand outstretched. He. too, looked
me in the eye as I took his hand.
"Good.by." he said, with a little
smile. Good luck to you"
On my way back to Boston, one
thought about April farm remained
with me.
II was that I had been well
treated. That l had been given
! food and shelter. And that my need
for these things had not been Ques-
| toned.
The theory of brotherly love 10
| frequently aired In Greenwich VII.
lage, on Beacon Hill. and elsewhere.
But one seldom encounters the prac.
tical demonstration, as l found IL At
! April farm.
That, and that only, as far a.
could see, is the justification for the
| name that is often applied to the
| farm out North Carver way.