In Winter Quarters 



upon the crowded avenue. Over at 

 the Union League a proper lot of highly 

 respectable citizens will lounge about, 

 talk business, golf and gout, discuss 

 civic health and morals, read the early 

 afternoon editions and consume per- 

 fectos. At the Blackstone elaborate 

 luncheons will kill the better part of 

 what is really a perfect day outdoors. 

 The Board of Trade and Stock Ex- 

 change will close in time to permit the 

 gamblers to loiter around "the street" 

 an hour or two discussing May corn 

 or U. S. Steel. Toward night machines 

 and trolleys, trains and busses, vehicles 

 of high and low degree in one vast con- 

 course will essay the task of trans- 

 ferring 300,000 people, who think they 

 have been doing something or enjoy- 

 ing themselves, from the downtown 

 inferno to their respective caves from 

 three to thirty miles distant, and the 

 traffic police will have their hands full 

 managing the riot. 



I have been one of this self-same 

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