In Winter Quarters 



the corner of South Dearborn and 

 Harrison streets. The city man is 

 putting an ounce of carbon into his 

 system for every extra dollar in cash 

 put into his purse. I am like most of 

 the rest of you. I have put in too much 

 time working for landlords, grocers and 

 department stores, and not enough in 

 acquiring knowledge of grasshoppers. 

 I have thought in my folly I was doing 

 something perhaps worth while by 

 undertaking public service when I had 

 better been out upon the hills with a 

 good Collie dog. There can be no par- 

 ticular satisfaction, I imagine, trying 

 to listen to the hum of bees amidst 

 the clover blossoms that grow above 

 one's head. 



Abandoning our friends, for a little 

 time now to their respective vices and 

 vocations downtown, perhaps my over- 

 coat and hat may lead me even here in 

 Lincoln Park to new and real experi- 

 ences. I never took a walk or a ride 

 in my life where I could establish 

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