In Winter Quarters 



out, which I may dwell upon, accord- 

 ing to my mood, without a meter 

 marking up the minutes I am thus 

 engaged. 



Outside there are tree-tops, tree- 

 tops everywhere. They are not the 

 oaks of Dumbiedykes, but their myriad 

 interlacing arms, sharply outlined 

 against a leaden sky, are weaving 

 waving pictures that only a "movie" 

 camera properly placed could catch. 

 And now and then, when the lights 

 and shadows are just right, dim vistas 

 of the distant heaving bosom of the 

 lake project themselves into the finest 

 etching in Chicago. No extra charge 

 for that except in the form of the 

 ample rent I have to pay for the blessed 

 right to be as near to Nature as is 

 humanly possible in town. 



Inside the walls I can look into the 

 minds of a lot of congenial people, 

 mostly bound in calf. A " baby grand " 

 piano and Victrola stand ready always 

 to bring the solace or stimulus of 



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