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many ways to know it even a little. To walk 

 from end to end will exhaust any but the most 

 sturdy. That, of course, are we, yet we seldom 

 walk. One has less ability to appreciate and 

 enjoy beauty when his strength is all going into 

 his legs. Being unconventional and independent 

 (the result, quite needless to say, of the influence 

 of the o. m.), we occasionally revert to our old 

 ways and go bicycling. Being possessed of friends 

 who are conventional and kind-hearted, we some- 

 times go in an automobile. Having a few shekels 

 we now and then go behind a horse. 



When we go in the evening in the borrowed 

 automobile, the big boy is in his element. With 

 the eye of a hawk he espies every pair of bench - 

 lovers hidden in the shrubbery and he turns the 

 searchlight full upon them. Instantly the single 

 variegated spot widens out into a dark figure of a 

 man and a white figure of a woman. The big 

 boy laughs gaily as we fly past. The o. m. does 

 not laugh. To her a love affair is a very sweet 

 and solemn thing. Once the big boy called out 

 to a spot that did not widen, "Having a good 

 time?" and a frank, manly voice faded as it fol- 

 lowed us, "You bet your life!" I liked that spot 

 better than the others. 



As the north end of the park speaks of the past, 



