;o ROUND ABOUT CHICAGO 



what "We, the people" really means. Ride along 

 their interminable length: Archer avenue, Blue 

 Island avenue, Milwaukee avenue. 



What different visions does each conjure up ! 



Along Archer avenue the children, only once 

 removed from the Auld Sod, are bare-legged, wiry, 

 noisy, full of pranks. They will graduate into 

 policemen and then into public officials, and rule 

 the city tomorrow. On Blue Island avenue the 

 little, dark, solemn-eyed babies of refugees from 

 the dim countries of Europe, hug the protecting 

 doorways of the shops embryo merchants of the 

 next generation. On Milwaukee avenue the flaxen 

 haired children of the Emperor, move slowly up 

 and down. They are the leaven of sterling good 

 citizenship that will leaven the whole great soggy 

 lump in the days to come. 



But we are on the "Archey Road." 



The north end of Archer avenue has suffered 

 an invasion from Southern Europe, and Italian 

 names are over the doors, but farther on, toward 

 Bridgeport, the street takes on its own true char- 

 acter. Burke and Hogan take the place of 

 Guarini and Cantinella. Blue eyes replace black. 

 Carrot-tops abound. 



Innumerable short streets, up which one may 

 get a glimpse in passing, empty into the main 



