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sentinel trees, with a book you love, dreaming, 

 and drinking in beauty and fragrance, and you 

 will go home sweetened and refreshed. Espe- 

 cially if you take your way past the lily ponds, to 

 add a picture of delicious coolness: tall lotus, 

 white pond-lilies, yellow water poppies, and blue 

 water hyacinths. 



Washington Park is not Jackson Park, but it 

 has beauties of its own. 



Over the West Parks it is well to draw a veil 

 until, well, until things are different. But our 

 children and our neighbors' children would feel 

 cheated and abused if we did not go each summer 

 to Lincoln Park, where they spend hours glued 

 to the nettings around the monkey cages or 

 deliciously trembling before the roaring lions. 

 Mother and I used to stay dutifully by, to tell 

 them things they did not wish to hear, and re- 

 fused to remember. But we found out that 

 they could have more fun without us and we 

 could have more fun without them. So now 

 we escape the smells of the zoo and wait at the 

 lily ponds. They spend their nickels for pop- 

 corn on their way back, and we all sit and munch, 

 careless of our dignity. This is one of the rites 

 and ceremonies pertaining to Lincoln Park. We 

 never do it anvwhere else. 



