in this Chapel the work of man cheers the eye, pleases 

 the senses and makes one feel that he is in the house of 

 God, because the place is dedicated to His children. 

 Made by man, for man and open to mankind "of all de- 

 scriptions " you feel at home the moment you enter it. 

 Pictures around the walls, roomy seats that do not give 

 you a taste of the "sweet ultimately" by cramping your 

 knees up against your chin, pleasant-faced people who 

 laugh and talk out loud, you find in this Chapel. You find 

 just such people in other chapels but somehow or other 

 they do not laugh there. You will see and hear men and 

 women weep in church, speak no word above a whisper 

 there, and yet people do not go there for trouble, they 

 do not go there to whisper or cry, to seek sorrow or 

 grief. They go there to be real, to find rest, peace and 

 happiness, but do not give audible expression to their 

 happiness in a laugh. 



Man made the church, God made man and the trees; in 

 church man may not laugh aloud but under the grand, 

 wonderful trees which God spreads above us we may 

 laugh, sing and do what we will so long as it is not of- 

 fensive to God or our neighbor. But bless me! I am mor- 

 alizing, and that won't do. 



Leaving the Chapel I sought Hubbard and found him 

 standing beneath the bell that summons the faithful to 

 lectures and concerts. He was dressed in a suit of over- 

 alls and looked the sympathetic, soulful man he is. He 

 said : "Hello, Terence, glad you came." 

 I remarked: "Glad to find you dressed up for com- 

 pany," and then he said, "I will have you in a suit like 

 this before you are here very long." 

 That was the meeting and the greeting. 

 After a lecture on what to eat and how to eat, I went to 

 eat at the Phalansterie. Young women who did artistic 

 work in the Roycroft Shop week-days and sang in the 

 Chapel on Sundays waited on the table every day. Ev- 



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