THE PARKS 



OF all Chicago's summer days, the blue days 

 are the best. If you are of Chicago you 

 know the blue days well. It has been warm 

 and wilting perhaps, but all of a sudden the wind 

 has changed to the north-east, and the pure cool air 

 rolls in from the lake, a delicious tonic full of ozone. 

 Humanity revives, and again there is joy in life. 

 The sky is deep blue and cloudless, and in the 

 afternoon the water is the same deep blue, touched 

 with restless white caps. If you are feminine 

 you put on your fresh blue dress with the white 

 fixings (nothing else will do for complete happi- 

 ness) and gathering your family together you hasten 

 to Jackson Park to answer the clear call of the 

 water. 



As you catch the first glimpse of the lake, a 

 band of deep blue between the green of the trees 

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