126 ROUND ABOUT CHICAGO 



superlatively but you do not listen! You are 

 singing paeans of thanksgiving for your safe return, 

 and as you descend from your lofty pinnacle, you 

 vow a solemn vow that never will you set foot in 

 one of these fearsome juggernauts again. 



But if there is no guest and the city's reputation 

 is not at stake, and what you want is to get out of 

 the noise and dust and to give a brief time to 

 your soul's refreshment, take one of the small 

 machines that go to Lincoln Park. Back seats 

 are best here too, because you are out of range 

 of the fool talk of the chauffeur. 



Once over the river, your way leads up one of 

 the quiet avenues that were once Chicago's pride, 

 but have suffered their inevitable fate from the 

 city's growth. They are a pride no longer. The 

 old residents have migrated farther out and 

 the old residences are turned into "genteel" 

 boarding houses most vulgar but expressive 

 adjective! They stretch along, row after row 

 of three-story and basement bricks, whose high 

 steps are thronged after dinner with gaily-chat- 

 tering melancholy multitudes of the city's un- 

 attached population, mostly young clerks and 

 sales-people. 



In the afternoon, however, these shaded streets 

 are very restful. We meet a grocer's wagon 



