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The  RURAL  NEW-YORKER 
September  29,  1923 
A  13-year-old  New  York  boy  who  has 
done  a  good  deal  for  Our  Page  writes  in 
his  last  letter :  “This  is  probably  the 
last  time  I  shall  ever  contribute  to  Our 
Page.  I  am  going  away  to  live  in  the 
city.  So  goodby,  dear  old  page!  Good 
luck !”  Now  that  is  too  bad,  indeed ! 
And  as  far  as  we  are  concerned,  there  is 
no  reason  why  he  should  give  up  just  be¬ 
cause  he  moves  to  the  city.  If  he  is  in¬ 
terested  enough  to  keep  on  receiving  and 
reading  Our  Page  we  want  him  to  stay 
right  with  us.  So,  too.  with  any  of  you 
who  may  be  in  similar  circumstances.  As 
the  years  go  by,  readers  move  about  and 
grow  up.  But  if  you  have  once  belonged 
to  our  big  family,  I  hope  you  will  feel  that 
you  always  belong  and  that  any  message 
from  you  is  more  than  welcome. 
So  then,  goodby  for  another  month. 
IIow  quickly  they  go!  It  seems  to  me  I 
no  more  than  finish  one  page  than  an¬ 
other  must  be  under  way.  But  perhaps 
you  do  not  think  they  go  so  fast,  do  you? 
Now,  don’t  forget  the  Hallowe’en  page. 
Make  it  the  very  best  one  we  have  ever 
done.  Address  the  material  to  Edward 
M.  Tuttle,  in  care  The  Bural  New- 
Yorker,  333  W.  30th  St.,  New  York  City. 
Pastoral  Parson  and  His  Country  Folks 
By  Rev.  George  B.  Gilbert 
An  Auto  Tkip. — Yes,  we  have  all  been 
on  an  auto  trip — a  real  trip  this  time — 
to  'Washington,  D.  C.,  and  return.  Just 
how  much  younger  the  Parson  feels  after 
his  trip  it  would  be  hard  to  say.  One 
does  not  want  to  grow  young  too  fast  on 
such  a  trip.  He  might  come  out  like 
the  old  man  that  went  to  the  Pacific 
coast.  From  Chicago,  he  wrote  home,  “I 
feel  ten  years  younger.”  From  Denver 
he  wrote  back  East  again,  “I  feel  twenty 
years  younger.”  As  he  started  down  the 
Western  side  of  the  Rockies  he  sent 
word  once  again,  “I  feel  certainly  fifteen 
years  younger.”  But  the  next  message 
that  came  was  in  the  form  of  a  telegram. 
“Dead  from  cholera  infantum.”  We  had 
nine  people  in  all,  with  a  lot  of  baggage, 
which  was  a  pretty  good  load.  The  first 
day  we  made  a  nice  run — stopping  about 
20  miles  south  of  New  York  in  New 
Jersey  with  friends  there,  which  was  just 
about  120  miles  from  home. 
A  Real  Test. — We  got  up  this  trip 
on  the  spur  of  the  moment.  It  was  the  first 
time  we  had  all  left  the  place  since  we 
moved  here — eleven  years  ago.  We  never 
thought  we  could  leave  it.  But  we 
dumped  the  cows  onto  the  good  nature 
of  a  neighbor  and  turned  old  horse  Jim 
out  to  pasture,  poured  half  a  bag  of  wheat 
into  the  litter  of  the  henhouse  and  beat 
it.  IVe  all  get  the  idea  that  the  world 
would  stop  moving  if  we  dropped  out,  but 
things  go  on — they  certainly  will  after  we 
are  gone.  Now  that  we  found  everything 
all  right  this  year,  we  are  planning  all 
sorts  of  excursions  for  next  year.  But 
about  that  test.  It  was  a  real  one  all 
right,  a  real  test  of  hospitality.  These 
people  where  we  stayed  the  first  night, 
had  not  the  slightest  idea  we  were  coming 
that  night  or  any  other  night.  They  sup¬ 
posed  we  were  more  than  a  hundred  miles 
away,  and  we  arrived  at  just  dark — nine 
of  us.  This  woman  has  five  in  her  own 
family.  Now  my  good  reading  sisters, 
what  do  you  think  of  that?  The  Parson 
watched  this  woman’s  face  carefully  as 
he  told  her  of  the  seven  cf  his  own  and 
the  two  besides,  utter  strangers  to  her, 
out  in  the  car,  tired  and  hungry,  though 
with  plenty  of  lunch  with  us.  Never  a 
shadow  crossed  her  face,  in  fact  she  fairly 
beamed  with  joy.  All  the  family  seemed 
to  beam  with  joy.  As  we  had  all  been 
up  to  a  party  the  night  before,  getting 
in  at  two  o’clock,  you  can  guess  we  were 
in  a  inood  to  appreciate  our  reception. 
What  a  real  blessing  a  woman  is  who  is 
an  easy  entertainer ;  who  makes  no  apol¬ 
ogies  for  her  house  or  her  victuals,  and 
gives  you  a  feeling  that  you  made  her  no 
extra  work  to  speak  of !  Such  is  a  real 
sign  of  culture  in  the  highest  sense.  This 
woman  came  by  it  honest  enough,  for  her 
mother  was  of  that  very  sort ;  the  bigger 
the  family  the  better  it  suited  her. 
On  tiie  Road. — We  got  out  of  Newark 
the  next  morning  about  half-past  nine 
and  headed  for  Philadelphia.'  This  get¬ 
ting  through  big  cities  is  the  hardest  part 
of  the  travel  business  as  we  saw  it.  Here 
is  where  it  needs  signs  for  tourists.  One 
gets  through  New  Brunswick  easy 
enough,  and  Trenton  is  a  very  easy  city 
to  get  through.  You  just  keep  straight 
ahead  most  of  the  way.  AN  hat  a  won¬ 
derful  road  from  Trenton  to  Philadelphia  ! 
And  then  the  Roosevelt  Boulevard ;  but 
after  the  Roosevelt  Highway  in  getting 
through  Philadelphia  we  got  into  no  end 
of  trouble.  They  told  us  to  follow  the 
Liueoln  Highway,  which  we  did  as  best, 
we  could.  At  last,  “Lincoln  Highway” 
signs  became  so  numerous  that  we 
stooped  and  asked  a  policeman  about  ’t. 
“Oh,”  he  said,  “don’t  pay  any  attention 
to  that.  Any  good  solid  road  around 
here  is  called  a  Lincoln  Highway.”  About 
five  miles  south  of  Philadelphia  we  picked 
up  a  nail  and  so  at  four  o’clock  in  the 
afternoon  we  still  had  125  miles  to  go. 
It  certainly  is  a  long  stretch  to  Baltimore 
but  we  got  there  about  8.30.  It  is  com¬ 
paratively  easy  to  get  through  Baltimore. 
We  hit  the  AVashington  Pike  at  just  nine 
o’clock— -40  miles  more  to  go.  We  were 
not  so  terribly  tired  when  we  got  there ; 
as  we  stayed  clear  at  the  further  end  of 
the  city,  it  made  the  day’s  run  nearly 
if  not  quite  250  miles.  If  you  have  plenty 
to  eat  and  get  out  and  walk  round  once 
in  a  while  it  rests  you  wonderfully. 
Sight  Seeing. — The  auto  has  certainly 
added  wonderfully  to  the  opportunity  for 
people — poor  people  and  all — to  see  their 
country.  Such  a  lot  of  tourists  cars  on 
the  road;  from  every  State  in  the  union. 
Every  conceivable  way  of  carrying  lug¬ 
gage  is  invented — even  to  having  the 
springs  and  mattress  right  on  top  of  the 
car.  One  favorite  way  of  making  a 
roomy  luggage  carrier  is  to  run  strap 
irons  right  through  from  mud-guard  to 
mud-guard  (about  three  of  them),  then 
you  can  pack  right  up  full  clear  to  the 
top  of  the  doors.  By  the  way,  a  good 
way  to  hold  the  front  mud-guards  of  a 
Ford  right  up  where  they  belong,  which 
we  never  saw  till  we  got  to  AN’ashington 
is  to  run  a  strap  iron — old  buggy  tire 
just  the  thing — 'right  across  in  front  of 
the  radiator,  twisting  it  vertical  here,  and 
then  pass  it  through  the  mud-guard,  bend 
it  up  and  bring  it  back  over  the  top  of 
the  mud-guard  and  stove-bolt  it  through 
itself  just  as  it  clears  the  mud-guard. 
Anyone  knows  how  the  front  mud-guards 
of  a  Ford  are  lopping  and  flopping  in 
all  directions.  Such  loads  as  these  Fords 
carried !  And  after  all,  a  Ford  is  a 
great  car  to  take  a  long  way  from  home, 
for  if  anything  happens  you  can  get  the 
parts  at  the  corner  grocery  and  fix  or 
get  it  fixed  right  up.  For  one  touring 
party,  the  whole  differential  went  to 
pieces  just  before  noon,  but  they  were  on 
the  road  again  before  supper,  happy  and 
merry  as  ever.  It  is  nice  in  some  ways 
to  be  in  a  party  of  severhl  cars ;  then  if 
anything  happens  each  can  help  the  other, 
going  after  parts  or  towing  if  necessary. 
In  our  case,  with  so  many,  it  would  be 
quite  a  proposition  to  camp  out  at  night, 
but  where  possible  it  is  certainly  the  way 
to  travel.  Take  plenty  of  time  and  not 
have  to  hurry  and  stop  and  put  up  where- 
ever  you  want  to ;  this  is  the  ideal  way. 
Had  we  gone  to  A'ermont  as  we  first 
planned  we  would  have  taken  both  cars — 
the  little  Ford  truck  carrying  a  couple  of 
boys  and  all  the  luggage. 
A  AVeek  of  it. — We  had  a  full  week 
of  sightseeing,  and  it  is  really  quite  an 
education.  The  boys  were  full  of  interest, 
and  Sit  took  it  all  in  with  any  of  them. 
The  development  of  the  auto  and  the 
bicycle  and  railroading  and  the  glass 
cases  of  the  families  of  the  different  na¬ 
tions  is  all  so  instructive.  AA’o  had  a  line 
day  of  it  at  Mount  A’ernon.  Such  crowds 
as  there  are  going  to  Mount  A'ernon. 
Probably  not  one  car  in  five  or  ten  on 
the  road  is  a  A’irginia  car.  They  cer¬ 
tainly  take  in  some  money  there  at  a 
quarter  apiece.  To  be  sure,  the  price 
paid  for  the  place  was  $200. (XX) ;  but 
some  one  must  have  made  a  good  thing 
out  of  it  at  that.  The  boys  were  much 
interested  in  the  old  coach  down  in  the 
coach  house  with  head  lights.  They  were 
not  exactly  the  drumhead  style,  and  they 
have  candles  in  them,  but  then  they  didn’t 
have  to  worry  about  approved  lenses,  and 
the  accidents  from  blinding  headlights 
must  have  been  few.  AA’e  ate  our  lunch 
that  day  right  by  an  Episcopal  chapel  a 
little  beyond  Alexandria.  If  it  is  not  an 
abandoned  church  it  is  pretty  nearly,  for 
the  grass  was  tall  right  by  the  front  step 
and  while  it  had  been  shingled,  give  them 
credit  for  that,  the  old  shingles  and  stag¬ 
ing  was  scattered  all  over  the  yard,  and 
the  place  was  a  sight.  A  man  in  AN’ash¬ 
ington  told  the  Parson  there  were  105 
closed-up  church  buildings  within  15 
miles  of  Washington.  At  Alexandria 
some  of  us  went  in  to  see  the  old  church 
of  AVashington.  They  have  the  church 
thoroughly  commercialized  now.  You 
have  to  pay  10  cents  to  get  into  the 
church— a  regular  turnstile — and  you 
can’t  get  by  till  you  pay.  The  Parson 
asked  the  woman  where  the  money  went 
to.  “It  goes  to  me.”  she  snapped,  cross 
as  a  bear.  Then  just  as  you  enter  the 
church  there  is  a  box  for  more  money 
and  I  declare  if  they  haven't  got  another 
money  box  stuck  right  up  on  the  pew 
itself — on  Washington’s  pew.  Isn’t  it 
terrible  how  the  church  has  to  holler  for 
money  all  the  time?  A  woman  told  the 
Parson  the  other  day  that  they  had  now 
had  six  sermons  from  their  new  minister, 
and  every  one  had  been  about  giving 
money. 
The  Trip  Home. — On  the  trip  home 
we  got  a  good  early  start  out  of  Wash¬ 
ington  and  made  our  destination  some 
miles  out  of  Newark,  N.  J.,  in  good  sea¬ 
son.  We  came  by  a  new  and  better  way 
from  Baltimore  to  Philadelphia,  not 
through  Chester  but  to  the  West.  You 
can  make  much  better  time  on  this  route 
— and  the  big  bridge  across  the  Susque¬ 
hanna  is  free  from  toll.  We  also  by  the 
aid  of  an  AAA  map  we  bought  for  20 
cents,  got  around  Philadelphia  with  much 
less  trouble.  It  seemed  so  much  shorter 
from  Philadelphia  to  Newark  on  the  way 
home.  The  next  day  was  Sunday,  and 
we  went  to  New  York  for  the  day.  The 
boys  had  never  seen  a  subway  or  an  ele¬ 
vated.  and  it  was  certainly  a  great  day 
for  them.  AVe  went  through  tubes  and 
attended  service  in  Old  Trinity  Church 
and  went  down  NVall  Street,  to  the  Bat¬ 
tery  and  through  the  Aquarium  and  then 
up  on  top  of  the  Fifth  Avenue  bus,  .  up 
Riverside  Drive  to  Grant’s  tomb,  and 
then  in  the  subway  down  to  Brooklyn 
Bridge,  etc.  AA’hat  a  day  it  was  for  the 
boys ! 
Home  Again. — AVe  came  on  home 
Labor  Day.  AA’e  went  up  the  west  side 
of  the  Hudson  as  far  as  Tarrytown,  and 
crossed  the  river  there,  where  it  is  two 
miles  and  half  wide.  The  ride  up  through 
there  was  certainly  beautiful,  and  it  is 
beautiful  for  a  long  way  this  side  of  the 
river.  Such  a  string  of  cars  getting  back 
home  after  the  Summer  in  New  England. 
So  many  New  Jersey  ears  !  At  one  place 
where  there  was  a  short  one-way  traffic, 
when  we  got  through,  we  counted  the 
cars  waiting  on  the  other  side.  There 
were  just  195,  and  traffic  had  been  held 
up  only  a  few  minutes. 
AA’ recks  BY  the  AA’ay. — Besides  one  or 
two  Ford  cars  laid  up  by  the  roadside,  we 
saw  a  real  wreck  right  in  Arlington  Cem¬ 
etery,  or  just  as  you  came  out  of  the 
cemetery.  A  big  Hudson  had  evidently 
been  unable  to  make  a  slight  curve  in 
the  road — it  certainly  must  have  been 
going  some — and  struck  a  telephone  pole. 
It  not  only  took  the  pole  off  right  at  the 
ground,  but  broke  it  off  also  about  six 
feet  from  the  top,  and  this  end  was  still 
hanging  right  up  there  on  the  wires. 
After  taking  down  the  pole  the  car  turned 
clear  round,  rolled  clear  over  once,  landed 
again  on  its  feet  or  wheels — that  is,  what 
was  left  of  it.  The  telephone  post  was 
right  under  it.  It  beat  the  pole  all  right, 
but  it  was  costly  victory.  Nothing  but 
the  tires  of  the  Hudson  would  pay  carry¬ 
ing  off — the  worst-looking  wreck  the  Par¬ 
son  ever  saw  in  his  life.  The  battery 
was  gone  when  we  saw  it — probably  had 
been  stolen.  Coming  up  a  hill  on  the 
way  home,  one  car  ahead  seemed  to  stop 
up  rather  quickly,  and  right  behind  it, 
three  Fords  banged  into  each  other.  There 
was  a  great  crashing  of  windshields  and 
bending  of  fenders  but  they  all  got  away 
on  their  own  power,  as  a  Ford  generally 
does. 
At  Home. — AA’e  found  everything  all 
right  when  we  got  home.  Some  animals 
are  like  folks  however,  and  get  homesick. 
The  neighbor  said  the  old  cow  in  her 
strange  pasture  would  eat  a  little  while 
in  the  morning,  and  then  come  up  to  the 
bars  and  bellow  all  day  to  come  back 
home.  AA’e  took  great  pains  and  fixed  up 
a  padlock  for  the  shed  door  where  all  the 
bikes  were  to  be  stored  and  other  smaller 
tools,  and  then  went  off  and  forgot  to 
lock  it.  But  of  course  nothing  had  been 
touched.  Long  before  we  left  we  could 
not  find  one  of  the  big  auto  robes  that 
the  Parson  bought  some  years  ago  from  a 
baek-to-tlie-lander  with  his  face  toward 
the  city.  A  queer  thing  to  lose.  The 
Parson  will  not  believe  anyone  has  taken 
it.  and  yet  he  cannot  imagine  how  it 
could  have  been  lost,  but  lost  it  certainly 
is,  and  we  certainly  need  it  the  worst 
way  this  AN’inter. 
School  Again. — No.  we  did  not  send 
Ta  this  year  to  school,  though  he  is  al¬ 
most  six  years  old — will  be  six  in  Novem¬ 
ber.  Mrs.  Parson  couldn’t  bear  to  have 
him  go,  and  isn't  he  better  off  outdoors 
playing  for  another  year?  AA’hy  send 
them  so  young— unless  it  is  to  get  rid  of 
them  and  get  them  “out  of  the  way.” 
Such  a  sweet  affectionate  child  as  he  is. 
and!  how  we  dread  his  going  to  school ! 
AA’hy  crowd  their  little  minds,  and  what 
does  a  year  amount  to  in  the  long  run? 
Down  in  another  school  below  here,  a 
mother  took  her  little  girl  to  school  the 
first  morning.  Five  times  she  had  to  go 
back  and  kiss  it  and  try  to  calm  it.  Then 
the  little  thing  got  to  crying,  and  then 
the  other  little  tots  had  got  worked  up 
and  they  got  to  crying — a  lot  of  them, 
so  the  Parson  was  told — and  some  weep¬ 
ing  time  they  had.  According  to  the 
Parson’s  way  of  thinking  the  best  thing 
that  mother  could  have  done  was  to  have 
taken  the  child  home  and  kept  it  there 
till  it  was  older.  George  is  second  year 
in  high  school,  and  among  other  things 
is  taking  a  course  on  the  typewriter.  The 
Parson  believes  every  boy  ought  to  learn 
to  write  on  a  typewriter — especially  if  he 
cannot  write  with  a  pen  so  it  can  hardly 
be  read  at  all.  AA'ouldn’t  it  be  great  if 
they  would  teach  the  children  to  spell  in 
school?  AA’e  are  wondering  what  the  boys 
will  do  when  the  old  folks,  are  gone  and 
there  is  no  one  to  look  over  their  letters 
and  correct  the  spelling.  Shelley  is  still 
at  home  for  at  least  another  year,  as  lie 
has  a  fine  voice  and  pipe  organ  teachers 
near  at  home.  AA’hy  go  away  and  pay  out 
a  lot  of  money  for  something  if  you  can 
get  it  nearby?  He  likes  the  pipe  organ 
work,  and  it  does  seem  if  he  likes  it  that 
is  best  thing  to  do.  AA’hat  if  there  isn’t 
great  money?  To  be  sure  we  must  have 
a  living,  but  if  only  besides  we  could 
learn  how  to  live. 
The  Drought. — The  dry  spell  is  still 
with  us  and  all  signs  certainly  do  fail  in 
a  dry  time.  In  some  parts  of  the  State, 
to  get  water  for  stock  will  soon  be  rather 
a  serious  problem.  One  only  hopes  the 
ground  gets  soaked  before  AA’inter  sets  in. 
AA’liile  the  yield  of  potatoes  in  Con- 
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