San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-09-22


Old Fashioned Neishborhoods where
everyone knows everyone else and you
can always borrow a couple onions
and tack-hammer without giving
note for same? The kind of place
where folks drop in and tell you how
the cut-worms arc coming on and dis
cuss what Mr.. Jones was doin' COM
ing home at three in the morning with
10 tail-light? Do you glare ut the
four unfriendly walls Of your fur
nshed apartment and drop a wistful
tear for Paradise like that2 Then
here's where you and Douglas get to-
sether for a real heart talk.
Doug wanted place like that, too.
For three dreary years he and Amy
had lived in furnished rooms and
apartments and never knew who was
bunking on the other side of the wall.
For three years they'd dreamed Of n
day when they'd live like Real Folks.
with ncighbors and lawn mower and
everything. And then at last the
Wonderful Day arrived. Doug's uncle
died and left them $500! And the
good old man had hardly had his thumb
print taken in the Great Beyond be-
fore Doug and Amy had made First
Payment on the Quickest little rose
embroidered cottage with an honest
to-goodncss garden and clothes line
and a pergola that almost covered the
garbage can.
An Old Fashioned Home! All they
needed now was the neighbors. They
didn't need them long. True TO the
most cherished romantic traditions,
the ncighbors arrived while the
plumber was still wrestling with the
drain. Jollicst Neighbors-the kind
that clap you on the back and leave a
wedge of chocolate cake on the table.
1t was all too good TO be true!
Two months have passed. The
curtain rises on the same rose en-
powered cottaSe-cmbowcrcd now in
neighbors MS we'll as roses. And in
stead of bubbling with slce, Doug is
foaming at the gills.
They're here ALL the time he
means. And when they're notsat our
house, Amy thinks VIC ought 10 be at
theirs. There is something planned
for every night. At ! first l didn't
mind 1T so much, but lately it has
been getting my goat. When j get
home / want to fool around the yard
for a while and then take the paper
and read until it's time to 20 to bed.
I don't mind going out once in yhile
but this nightly business is the bunk.
But Amy says we have TO mix if
we're going TO make our home here.
She says they will get sore and think
we're stuck up if VIC don't take part
in The ncighborhood life and be
friendly. But gosh, a fellow has to
have little time to rest. And at
any rate, what's the big idea of try
ing to be friendly with the whole
world? There are few people /
like and would be willing to help
anyone that is in trouble. But why
should l give up all my spare time
visiting around with lot of people
who mean nothing to me?
Il wish you would tell me what
you think about. this Miss Robinson.
1t sure is making troublein our home"
I'm with you 100 per cent, Doug.
Time was when ncighboring was an
essential and mighty welcome part of
life. In fact there was very little
social life save that which arose from
ncighborhood communities. Moreover.
such ncighboring made for mutual
protection. When Grandma dropped
in TO look at Molly Browns new
churn or Grandpa helped Dick Evans
fix the hay-rakc they weren't inspir-
cd merely by good fellowship. They
know that they could depend on
Molly to help with Clara's gradual
ton dress and that Dick would return
the favor by looking after the steers
il they were going to leave town for
a spell.
Neighbors in those days were not
only something to love; they also took
the place of score of institutions
and Convcniences which are easily |
available in our complicated modern
life. But if you now attempt to go j