The Flames that Clarify 



life or blasting one bright hope. You 

 cannot change the leopard's spots by 

 caging him; neither can he change 

 them himself, try in the jungle as he 

 may. 



Enough green stuff goes on the 

 autumn garden fire to fill the air with 

 smoke that is both blue and fragrant. 

 What is there in the odor of the burning 

 of dry grass and stems and twigs that 

 makes such wide appeal to human 

 sensibilities? Every small boy knows 

 well what I mean by this; and every 

 sane small boy is enough of a primeval 

 savage to scent in that smoke some 

 far-off simple former life in forest 

 glens. 



Do you know that within the city 

 limits of Chicago is one spot where 

 touch with man's natural environment 

 may almost be attained? Here and 

 now I want to pay glad tribute to the 

 man who was wise enough to place in 

 Jackson Park that Heaven-born in- 

 spiration called "The Wooded Island." 



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