A SPRING HOLIDAY 



The countryman can hardly know the heart- 

 swell and the pulse-throb which comes to the city- 

 prisoned man or woman who breaks bounds after 

 months of abstinence and feasts on the first evi- A sudden 

 dences of returning life in the woods and fields. sur ^ nse 

 Spring glides gradually into the farmer's con- 

 sciousness, but on us city people it bursts with all 

 the relish of a sudden surprise, compensating for 

 much of what we lose. 



One day last week we resolved to break away 

 from work and take a brief, unexpected vacation. 

 So, early the next morning, breathless but happy, 

 we watched the city blocks becoming more and 

 more diluted, first with sordid vacant spaces, re- 

 ceptacles for nameless rubbish, attesting man's 

 tendency to acquisitiveness and his depraved 

 liking for embalmed vegetables and refreshments Fields and 

 abhorred of teetotalers, then with incipient gar- 

 dens, restoring one's lost faith in humanity, and 

 finally with miniature farms, gradually blending 

 into actual fields bounded by gray hill-sides. 



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