New Walks in Old Ways 



ditch, with all its native charms, 

 hustles across the foot bridge as if 

 there were no such things in all the 

 world as crabs and tadpoles and funny 

 water-bugs. He "holes out" in three, 

 hurries to catch the train for Chicago, 

 and fondly imagines that he has had 

 an afternoon in the country. Well, he 

 has, I suppose; but he has missed 

 something which the caddy hasn't. And 

 that night no snowy-crickets of the 

 woods shall trill him into dreamland. 

 He probably goes to see "The Follies." 



There is plenty to do in By-Way Land; 

 If you're lonely it's all your own fault. 

 There's the dog waitin' for you a-waggin' his 



tail 



Just dying to scout ahead down the old trail 

 Where the rabbits are plenty. And maybe 



there's quail 



To be flushed 'long the fence by the field 

 Where the wheat's getting ready its harvest to 



yield! 

 Why, it couldn't be better, no matter who 



planned 

 The delights that await you in By-Way Land ! 



