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Page 26 text:
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UMMER is coming! Summer is coming!” Away back in March, on one of those days when the wind rattled the shutters, and whooped around the corner of the house, and blew soot down the stove pipe, and tweaked your hat over one ear as you struggled home from school against it-at the close of such a day a plump, red throated lin¬ net perched on an apricot twig by the window insisted loudly upon it, in defiance of the gust that rocked his slender foothold. It sounded decidedly optimistic then, and so it was, but it was true. For a time the roofs were white in the mornings and every blade of grass wore fairy armor and the window panes were marvel¬ ously etched, but all the while the sap was rising and the buds were forming ready for a few days of warm sunshine to call them out. And now, at last, summer is here—summer, with all its golden op¬ portunities for doing the thousand and one things you have been sav¬ ing up against just such a time; for fishing and sewing and burning holes in the carpet with chemicals; for seeing strange places and strange people; for renewing old friendships and making new ones; for following the inclination of the moment, with no unwelcome twinges of conscience. Then happy he who has a book and the will to read! How many an adventure in contentment he may have and with what delightful guides. He needs very little in the way of baggage —an apple or two (in winter I should recommend popcorn) and, by way of a steamer rug, a stretch of good green grass (in dry weather and under a tree unbeloved of caterpillars). A turn of the leaf and he is off to whatever quarter of the globe he chooses. It may be only to saunter down the open road for a summer’s afternoon, lured on by the sound of David Grayson’s whistle. It may be to penetrate to the —22—
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Page 27 text:
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THE ENTERPRISE, ’13 heart of the jungle with Livingstone, or to glide down the Nile past the ruins of forgotten ages in Bayard Taylor’s dahabieh.. It may be to scale the icy summits of the Sierras with John Muir, or to crawl across the frozen fields of the south in Amundsen’s dog sleds. It may be to visit Myra Kelly’s little citizens in their Eastside schoolroom, or an Egyptian princess in her hanging gardens at Babylon. But one would not travel always. Sometimes it is best to stay quietly at home and to call around us the familiar faces of old friends. I shall never forget three happy days during my college course when I was just sick enough to be kept indoors and not too sick to enjoy life. One by one the old companons came trooping out— Little Lord Fauntleroy and Sara Crewe, Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy, Budge and Toddy and a score of others. For three days college was forgotten and I reveled . Neither would we be content with old friends alone, when new ones are beckoning to us from every book shelf. Isn’t it wonderful that the most delightful people the world has ever known can be our comrades for the reading? Think of really being a friend of “gentle Will Shakespeare;” of sympathizing with every thought of that marvelous mind and with every throb of that great heart. One such friendship would surely make a life worth while. How few people we actually know of all our every day acquaintance. Doesn’t it seem strange that these finer, stronger, wiser people take us into their very hearts? How would you like to tramp for a fortnight over the windy Cevennes with Stevenson (and Modestine), or to fish down some lit¬ tle river with Van Dyke? Nothing could be easier to arrange. Their personally conducted trips are open to all. No less real and delightful are the friendships we may make with the dream people of fiction. How much of the joy of living one misses to whom Mr. Pickwick and Huckleberry Finn, Becky Sharp and Lorna Doone, Ramona and Jean Valjean are only names, or less than names, and not living, laughing, loving, suffering realit¬ ies. Indeed they are a great deal more truly alive than our next door neighbors or ourselves, for they live on in the hearts of genera¬ tion after generation. The best part of it all is that the only condition imposed on us is one which we can all meet, the gift of appreciation, “the open mind —23—
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