OUR PLAYGROUNDS 



MR. AESOP, if there ever was such a man, was a 

 wise old guy. Every day the truth of his fables 

 shines brighter. We all know the story of the stone 

 which lay undisturbed for so long in the public road 

 while the people cursed, in whatever language Aesop 

 used, and drove around it. Finally someone more 

 public spirited than the rest removed the stone and 

 found under it a pot of gold. If you have no imagina- 

 tion and take this literally you will turn over many a 

 stone without finding any pot of gold, but if you have 

 enough imagination to read this fable as a fable should 

 be read you can still find many a stone that does cover 

 the gold you seek. 



Right here in our own state there is such a stone. 

 Many land men, so-called improvement leagues, and 

 benevolent politicians have been driving "round and 

 round" it for a score of years but none of them have 

 ever really tried to turn it over because they did not 

 expect to go back that way and had no idea of benefit- 

 ing others. 



The North Woods looked under it years ago and 

 found a veritable cauldron of gold. And ever since 

 then they have been howling about that gold and call- 

 ing people to come and get it. For many years no one 

 seemed to hear the call. At last they have succeeded 

 in getting a few individuals to peep under the stone 

 and those few have filled their lives with gold. 



Now the business world has taken a peep and think- 

 ing they see a chance to mint some of that great store 



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