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SYNOPSIS
Ruined, financially, by the stock
market crash, James Nelson, Boston
merchant, breaks the news to hie
household. Nance, his daughter,
nineteen. Is on the serge of her in
troduction to society. A short time
I before, an elderly cousin of Nel
son's, Columbine, had written sug
gesting that Nance come to her at
Pine Ridge, Colo., as a paid com
panion. The offer had been regarded
as a Joke.
CHAPTER I—Continued
—2—
This was Jack once more, but
no one thought to reprove him for
the Interruption. Dad aat sud
denly erect Mother’s mouth opened,
and stayed that way a minute. Aunt
Judy bristled: “What's the woman
thinking of?"—while Nancy herself
was staring at them In blank amaze
ment
“Me?" she gasped, after a speech
lees moment
“The very Idea I" said Mother,
finding her voice.
"For Pete’s sake, read on,” com
manded Jack and as they all
leaned forward In sudden Interest
Louise Nelson said:
“Let’s see, where was I? Oh,
here’s the place, ... as soon as
possible. Though 1 know you are
well fixed financially, my dear
cousin, I shall Insist on paying the
girl’s traveling expenses. I also
agree to give her twenty-five dol
lars every month, and her duties
will not be arduous.
“‘As I believe I have mentioned
in previous communications, my
good neighbor, Aurora Tubbs, does
my cooking and house cleaning,
though on the latter subject her
ideas and my own not Infrequently
clash. I should expect your daugh
ter to dust the mansion neatly
every morning; do her own wash
ing—’ "
At this point, unable to restrain
himself a moment longer, Jack
gave vent to a sort of war whoop;
and bis aunt declared In exaspera
tion: “Really, Jack, If you can’t
keep still until I finish, someone else
may have the pleasure of reading
this ridiculous proposal.”
“Oh, go on, Louise,” pleaded
Dad. “What else does she expect
of Nance for that munificent sal
ary?"
"Strict obedience, I judge. The
letter says: ‘If she goes out of an
evening I shall expect her to be In
not later than nine-thirty, my bed
time; and though I prefer that she
should entertain no young men
callers, if such a thing occurs they
must leave at the same hour.’ ’*
Aunt Louise paused, amused eyes
meeting Nancy’s as Jack chuckled:
“No boy friends for our Nance?
That settles the matter. Dad. Just
wire your antiquated cousin that
your charming daughter doesn’t
qualify for the position."
Still* UUj|(jCU »
never heard anything so—so wild
In my whole life!”
Louise Nelson was smiling now.
"You are to read the dally papers
to Cousin Columbine, Nance,” she
said. “And listen to this: ‘If handy
with her needle I should want the
*irl to do a bit of dressmaking now
and then. She would get supper
on Thursdays (Aurora’s evening off),
, and In case of Illness on my part
It might be necessary for her to
wait upon me. That Is all, I think—’
And It’s enough,” declared Aunt
Louise, Interrupting herself this
time. "I judge they haven’t met
the servant problem at Pine Ridge,
Colorado!”
“What she wants la a slave,” as
serted Jack. “I can’t quits see my
decorative slater being nurse, dress
maker and cook to a prehistoric old
lady one hundred-odd years old. Can
you. Dad?”
“Well, hardly,” agreed Dad. “Is
that all, Louise?”
“Very nearly. She says: 'Let me
know what time Nancy will arrive
at Colorado Springs, and I will send
some trusty person to meet her with
an automobile, as Pine Ridge la on
a branch road and our only train
leaves early In the morning. If no
one greets her on arrival. Instruct
her, please, to sit quietly In the sta
tion until called for.”*
A girlish chuckle escaped Aunt
Judy.
“You can check yourself In the
parcel room, Nance 1 Proceed,
Louise. I beg pardon for Inter
rupting.”
Jack winked at one aunt as the
other retorted: “You’re as bad as
the children, Judith. But there’s
not much more. She says: *1 feel
sure that this experience will Im
prove your daughter.' How's that
James T
Said Dad with spirit: “Why on
earth should she Imagine that our
Nancy needs Improvement?**
“And hew would she get It hi s
little one-horse western town?’’
asked Mother.
"This way,” smiled Aunt Louise,
reverting to the missive: "‘She
would get away from the narrow
New England viewpoint She would
learn something about the vastness
of her country.' ”
‘‘1 suppose she means those ‘great
open spaces' we read about,”
laughed Jack, while his aunt, Ignor
ing him, continued:
“'The milder climate would Im
prove her health; and she would ex
perience the satisfaction of being
self-supporting. Please write at
once, and believe me, dear James,
four affectionate though unseen
cousin, Columbine Nelson.' “
Aunt Louise looked up. "Well,"
she decided, drawing a deep breath,
"I call that the—the very limit 1”
For this meticulous teacher of
English to use an expression even
remotely approaching slang, was
an event In Itself. The family
smiled; and Nancy retorted: “It’s
plain. Aunt Lou, that this Is an oc
casion when Webster's Unabridged
Is totally Inadequate! Dad dear,
how can this venerable lady be your
first cousin? And did she acquire
her outlandish name because colum
bines are the state flower of Colo
rado?"
“Better look up your history, my
dear,” replied her father. "Cousin
Columbine must be over seventy,
and Colorado didn’t become a state
until 1870. I’ll admit that I prob
ably remember the date because It’s
also the year that I was born,” he
added honestly.
“But how,” asked Jack, “did an
uncle of yours land way off’In the
old West, Dad? Seems queer for
one lone member of the family to
start off for the wilderness. How’d
It happen?”
James Nelson glanced at his sis
ter, and she said: “As I recall the
story, Father’s half-brother, Jethro
Nelson, who was a good bit older
than the others, possessed the wan
derlust. He yearned to see some
thing besides his native New
Hampshire, and as his young wife
was flred with the same ambition,
they started west In a covered
wagon drawn by oxen, unless my
memory’s at fault.”
“Alone?” questioned the boy, lean
ing forward eagerly.
"Oh, nol There were three other
wagons In the caravan, or whatever
they called It Part of those pio
neers turned back somewhere In
Kansas, frightened, 1 believe, by the
Immensity of the prairie. Others
pushed on to California; but It was
rumors of gold In the Colorado
mountains that lured Uncle Jed In
that direction, and an unlooked-for
circumstance which made him stop
where he did. Of course It wasn’t
Pine Bldge then—Just unsettled
wilderness. But the journey had
proved too hard on bis young wife,
“Pip* Down,” Warned Jack.
and Instead of reaching some set
tlement, Denver or possibly Aurarla
(which was flourishing because of
the gold rush) for the event, her
baby waa born In a covered wagon
at the spot which was later to be
called Pine Ridge.”
“And that baby waa Cousin Col
umbine r asked Nancy.
Her aunt nodded, while Dad took
up the narrative.
“Here's where her name comes
In, daughter. Early next morning
Uncle Jed discovered some enor
mous blue and *whlte columbines
growing nearby and carried the
whole clump tn to the new mother.
The story goes that she uttered an
exclamation of rapture at their
beauty, and cried out: 'Columbines I
I know now what we’ll call our
little daughter 1’"
"Do you suppose," asked Jack,
“If he’d presented the lady with a
cactus blossom she'd have named
her baby Cactaceous?"
"Goodness gracious, boy, have you
no sentlmenU” reproved Aunt
Judy. “And the fact that you’ve
been studying botany cries aloud.
Cactaceous I I never heard that
word before."
“Nor I," admitted Mother. “But
do you mean to say, Jim, that a man
who possessed the wanderlust wag
content to stay right where Fate
landed him for the rest of his nat
ural life?”
"Indeed no," spoke up Aunt
Louise, "and In my opinion Uncle
Jed’s poor wife had a lonely time
of It He was forever leaving her
to seek gold, silver and adventure.
That was, I Imagine, after other
settlers Joined them. Tears later
he did strike silver In Leadvtlle;
but his wife had died of hardship
before that. I believe she never
saw the ‘mansion’ Cousin Colum
bine’s so proud of. Uncle Jed was
the big man of the town of Pine
Ridge then, though the place can’t
be much more than a settlement
now. Anyway, It Isn’t on the map.”
“And she expects ns to send
Nancy to a place like that?” gasped
Mother. “I didn’t realize it was so
Isolated.”
“But It’s home to Cousin Colum
bine," observed Aunt Judy, “and
perhaps she's lonely."
“I wonder If she’d be satisfied
with me?” suggested Jack. “I have
a touch of this wanderlust myself.”
“Ton'd make a swell dressmaker,”
Jeered his sister; and then, being
called to the telephone by one of
the admirers of whom Cousin Co
lumbine would disapprove, prompt
ly forgot the matter.
CHAPTER II
NOW, meeting Jack's eager eyes
as he perched on the foot of
her antique four-poster, the mem
ory of that family dinner all rushed
back. Regardless of the cold air
and a sleeveless pink crepe nighty,
Nance sat up, startled, and stared
at Her brother In dismay.
“Why, Jack Nelson! You—you’re
not Implying that I ought to go way
off to Colorado Just for a—a paltry
twenty-live dollars a month, are
you?”
"Pipe down," warned Jack, “or
like as not Mother’ll come butting
In, and I want to talk things over
with you first. I can’t sleep, Nance.
I keep thinking about Dad. You know
how he Is—always seeing the bright
side of everything; but he admitted
tonight that he was down and out.
That means flat broke, doesn’t It?
And even If I got some sort of Job
It probably wouldn’t much more
than pay my car fares and lunches
for a year or two. And there’s you
—simply a parlor ornament and—”
“Thanks," broke In his sister
coldly, sliding down under the puff
again. “You don’t need to rub It
In Just now, do you?"
“I didn’t Intend to rub In any
thing; but there’s no need of" side
stepping the truth, either. I sup
pose you could help Mother ’round
the house some; but with Aunt
Judy gone, and Lou home only Sun
days, there won’t be an awful lot to
do. And I’ve a notion she’d rather
keep busy, anyway, so’s not to think
about things. I suppose she’s Just
heartbroken over you.”
Nancy said nothing for a mo
ment; then: “Do you think It will
add to her happiness If I'm two
thousand miles away, all alone, liv
ing with a queer old woman we've
never seen, and dying of homesick
ness?”
“No,” said Jack, “I think she’d
worry herself sick. But If you
weren’t alone, Nance—If—if I went,
tod—”
‘You I" interrupted the girl,
amazed. “Why, how do you know
that Cousin Columbine would take
you InT”
“I don't expect her to; but she
might get me a Job on some ranch,
Sis. I’ve always been crazy to see
the West; and with us both away
earning our own living, things
would be easier for Dad and
Mother."
"But you said yourself, Jack, that
what Cousin Columbine wanted was
a slave 1”
“Oh, forget It. 1 waa Just talk
ing. If she has a woman coma In
every day the work can't kill you;
and If I were near enough so we'd
get together every little while, It
wouldn't be so bad. And we’d be
helping Dad, Nance. Honestly help
ing. He wouldn't even have to feed
us!”
The girl gave way to a reluctant
smile.
“Is my appetite as fearful a thing
as that! Why yon talk aa if we'd
have to apply to the Salvation army
for Christmas dinner I Dad can’t
be so bard up that we’ll have to
worry about food. Jack.”
“But It costs less to support
three than five, my dear. Ton can’t
get away from that If you say the
word I’ll send an air mall letter to
Cousin Columbine tomorrow. HI ex
plain what’s happening, and ask if
I can get a Job out there. We
needn’t say a word to Mother until
we hear from her. I’ll ask her to
telegraph."
Nancy looked at the boy cu
riously, as If she were observing a
stranger. Jack was only seventeen
and his sister had always regarded
him with the tolerance nineteen be
stows upon a younger brother. Now,
suddenly, he teemed older than her
self, for at the drat hint of trouble
ha had pot his shoulder te the
wheel, ft made Nancy feel a bit
ashamed of herself; for she knew
that It was not Jack’s boyish pu
rl os lty to see the West %hlch
caused him to make this plan, but
a genuine desire to help his fa
ther.
“Well?’’ he questioned with Im
patience.
The girl drew In a quivering
breath.
“Do—do you think we must.
Jack? I’ll admit that the Idea—ter
rifies me."
“Oh, be your age, Nance! We’re
not going Into darkest Africa."
“It’s so awfully far.away. Sup
pose we got sick—had appendicitis
or something."
Jack laughed softly.
“The only way you’ll get ap
pendicitis 1s by over eating I We
never have been sick—either of us
—so why worry? And It’s not a
life sentence. We’ll come home soon
as Dad gets hie business straight
ened out Be a sport Sts, and let
me write the letter.”
“Without asking Dad—or Mother?”
He nodded.
"There’ll be time enough to talk
It over when we hear from Oonsln
Columbine. Like as not she’ll veto
the whole scheme; but even If they
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V
“You’rs Just a* Curious as an Old
Woman, Dad.”
won’t consent after we've made our
plans, Nance, no harm will be done.’’
“Well,” agreed Nancy with audden
resolution, “go on and write."
"That’s the stuff!”
Jack slid hts long legs off the bed
and proceeded, as noiselessly as pos
sible to open the windows again.
“ ’Night, Sis. I knew you'd see
sense after I showed It to you. And
don't you dare let on we're up to
anything. Just keep mum.”
It was not so hard to “keep mum”
as Nancy expected. The next few
days were strenuous ones for the
older members of the family, and
the amusing letter from Colorado
was completely forgotten. Jack,
who did not return to Exeter on
Monday, spent two of those days
driving his mother and Aunt Judy
to Edgemere In his beloved “Mary
Ann,” so they could look Into con
ditions at the old home and decide
what furniture must be sent out
from the city.
The air was filled with subtle con
fusion and unrest. And then one
late afternoon, returning from a tea
to which her mother had urged the
girl to go, Nancy spied a telegram
on the hall table. It waa addressed
to Jack, but she grasped the en
velope eagerly, her heart pounding
as she tore it open. A dim hope
that Cousin Columbine would wet
blanket the whole Idea, swept
through her, but the message, eccen
tric and to the point, read briefly:
“Your letter shows you to be a
true Nelson Stop Can get Job on
ranch three miles from here Stop
Sorry to hear of your father’s re
verses Stop If notified will send
check to cover expense of trip for
both of you Stop Advise come as
soon as possible—Columbine Nel
son.”
Nance read this twice, her hands
gripping the paper tensely. 8he was
still staring at what seemed an Ir
revocable sentence at hard labor,
when her father entered the room
so quietly that she had no chance to
conceal the tell-tale yellow message.
He asked, a touch of alarm In hla
voice: "What's happenedr
She glanced up, forcing a smile of
reassurance.
“Nothing to worry about. It's a—
a telegram for Jack, No bad news,
Daddy.”
“Let's see, daughter.”
He stretched oat n hand, but
Nancy thrust the paper Into her coat
pocket
“No,” she said, “you’ll have to
wait till Jack comes home and tells
you. He took Aunt Judy over to
the 8pears’ on some last errand.”
“But who’s It from, Nancy?”
The girl laughed.
“You’re just as curious as an old
woman, Dad; but I promised not to
tell, and I’m not going to. Ton
won't have long to wait. It's al
most dinner time. Here’s Annt
Louise.”
Shs darted off before he could
question any further; but as shs
reached her room a voles recalled
her, and Jack, who had come In
close on his aunt’s heolg, was up tha
■tain.
“Hi, there! Dad says Tvs got a
telegram. What luck?”
(TO BB OOWlWftl
Howe About:
Shaw
Back to the Farms
Heroes
©, Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
By ED HOWE
BERNARD SHAW has changed
his mind again about Commu
nism. In an address to Oxford un
dergraduates, who thought they
were Communists, he said: “You
don’t know what you are talking
about. No single breath of tyranny
Is missing In Russia. It Is carried
Into effect there on a gigantic
scale.” . . i Shaw wants to be s
Communist, but Is so Intelligent he
cannot avoid seeing Its faults.
When In Russia he made fun of
the Communists to their faces.
They were one day taking him to
the races, and he said to them: ”1
suppose you have arranged for all
the horses to win, you believe so
much In equality.” . ,
• • •
How do some favorites get their
start? Buddha Is an old-time for
eign hero to whom millions say
their prayers, yet the British ency
clopedia says no such person ever
existed. I think we common peo
ple pay too much attention to he
roes; none of them are as good or
great as the shouting of followers
would Indicate.
...
I met a man recently who lives
In a town of a thousand population
In the South, where there are three
negroes to one white. “We are get
ting along,” he said, "because wa
have always lived simply; we have
known how to produce our food,
and are doing that now.” . . . The
same word comes from rural places
everywhere. The rush to the towns
has been stopped; the tide now Is
the other way. Originally the first
duty of the people was to feed
themselves, and they did It. They
can do It again. The towns and cit
ies are most artificial, and are be
ing hit hardest. There have always
been too many agents. Judges, colo
nels, generals. In the towns. I
thank the Lord they are being
starved Into going to work.
• * •
Sllerlus said. In his memoirs, that
his favorites among his generals,
neighbors and wives often annoyed
him with acts and words with which
he found fault; but he recalled
that his generals, neighbors, wives
and special friends had cause for
equal resentment at times against
his conduct toward them. Men are
so constructed (and women, of
course, are cut In the same timber)
they cannot entirely satisfy anyone.
The little good In ns all must be
cultivated, and made as agreeable
as possible. Any man of reasonable
candor and Intelligence knows he Is
at wretched bundle of poor flesh
always wearing out, and that a de
cent average In managing It Is all
he can hope for; that to achieve
this decent average Is success. “I
have been occasionally proclaimed
as wise," Sllerlus adds, “but am so
weak X am ashamed In my own pres
ence, although I sincerely believe
In exchanging civilities and such
small assistance as I am able to
offer, with those who are equally
kindly disposed toward me."
• * •
The Beer Bust Head punishes me
very savagely. So does the bust
head following a big dinner, but I
rather enjoy the Road Bust Head.
We have about ruined the country
voting bonds for good ronds, and
stolen n good deal of the money.so
appropriated; but we have the
roads.
And fearful as I am of debt, and
national bankruptcy, I find a little
satisfaction In good roads when I
am able to temporarily forget the
future. Recently I motored 1,400
miles through country unfamiliar to
me. Fine paved roads every foot
of the way. When able to forget the
bond interest constantly piling up,
the threat of national bankruptcy,
I was almost proud of my country
ngain: the Hoad Bust Head was
almost enjoyable.
* • •
No man Is willing to grant other*
the right he demands of himself,
the right of choosing his own opin
ions and amuseihents: Oeorge Jean
Nathan once wrote of H. L. Menck
en: "How can a man like Mencken
waste his time upon such Idiotic
spectacles as political conventions?”
And Mencken replied: “What keeps
a man like Nathan in the theater,
breathing bad air nightly, gaping
at prancing Imbeciles, and sitting
contentedly for hours with cads?"
• • •
At my home there are three flights
of steps: two from the street, and
one to the porch. There Is much
complaint about them from elderly
friends who call. ... My excuse Is
I built them when young, and my
friends did not find them objection
able. (I have lived In the same
house 64 years.)
• • •
It has been charged against me
that I have peculiar notions. One
of them la that during times like the
present It Is more Important to feed
the hungry than It Is to buy mem
berships for young men In the T. M.
a A. I so told a solicitor today.
No doubt he went away thinking 111
of me. ... My next caller was a
ragged old man with a wooden leg.
The solicitor did better with me, he
said I provided for his necessities
for •'preok.
A New York State Glove Factory.
Prepared by National Geographic Society. 1
Washington, I>. C.-WNU 8err1ca.
RECENT census report re
veals that New York state
has 60 cities with a normal
population of more than 10,000 each,
of which seven stand in the 100,000
class and six in the 50,000 class.
New York city has mors than
half the population of the whole
state.
Buffalo, the metropolis of Erie
county, with its splendid system of
parks, connected by drives, boule
vards and parkways, ranks ninth
among the Industrial centers of the
United States and Is one of the ten
lending ports of the world, although
it lies at the foot of an inland lake.
No one could visit Rochester,
with Its falls, its beautiful parks,
and Its busy Industries, without
agreeing that here is one of Amer
ica’s most livable cities. Rochester
makes enough ’’movie" film every
year to belt the earth eight times.
Kodak park has to “cook" four tons
of silver every week, transforming
It into nitrate of silver to make
the emulsion for the films and photo
graphic paper Eastman produces.
Nearly 7,000,000 pounds of cotton
Ilnter8 go Into the making of film,
and there Is a saying that on the
smooth side film Is first cousin to
cotton and on the emulsion side
cousin-german to sterling sliver-,
ware.
Uiennnuess must ue next to gouu
ness when motion-picture film is
made. A speck on Greta Garbo's
nose or a splotch on Mary Pick
ford's cheek would ruin a picture.
80 the smokestacks of Kodak Park
are among the highest in America,
and 20,000,000 gallons of water a
day are pumped out of Lake On
tario. The gelatine on your film is
as chemically pure as that In the
dessert on your dinner table.
It is an impressive sight to gee
Bausch and Lornb melting tons of
sand, mixed with chemicals, accord
ing to the most accurate of formulae,
and then pouring the great pots of
white-hot liquid upon a table and
rolling It into the giant pancakes
from which come most of the spec
tacles of America. For forty years
the two founders of this concern
tolled away before their business
began to grow. But now Bausch
and Lornb are known the world
around and have one of the largest
optical works on earth.
Syracuse Is a radiant city in a
beautiful land. Salt gave Syracuse
Its start, hut today the community
takes rank as one of the most ver
satile in America. Famed for its
typewriters, aircooled automobiles,
office furniture and other nationally
used products, Syracuse is also dis
tinctive as the capital of the Six
Nations. Here the sachems of the
several tribes meet in “The Long
House," as they met centuries ago,
to consider the problems that have
changed so vastly since these pow
wows began.
A pitiful remnant of a once
mighty nation they constitute. Their
reservations are islands In the Juris
diction of the state of New York.
Yonkers Comet Fifth.
It is doubtful whether one per
son In ten would guess the fifth
city of New York. It Is Yonkers.
Adrian van der Donck, who once
owned Its site, was a young Dutch
nobleman, or Jonkheer, and It was
an easy transition to Yonkers from
Jonkheer's land.
The city has some of the largest
carpet factories, sugar refineries,
and elevator plants In America.
Few states have capitals so for
tunately located or capitals with
as rich a history. Four of New
York's six Presidents have been
governors of the state—Van Buren,
Cleveland and the two Roosevelts
—and have lived In Albany. An
other son of New York who won the
presidency by vote of the people,
but lost It at the hands of the elec
toral commission, was Governor
Samuel J. Tllden.
Utica, a fair city of the Mohawk
valley. Is a center of the knltgoods
industry in America.
Schenectady made a bold bid for
position among the cities of ths
state In the 100,000 or more popula
tion class under the 1930 census,
and came only a few thousand
short As the home of the General
Electric company, where Stelnmetz,
Coolldge, and Longmulr have delved
so deeply Into the mysteries of mat
ter and have nwde many an appar
ently unfathomable secret arise to
serve the needs of everyday Ufe,
Schenectady has become a house
hold word In America.
Binghamton, which Is strikingly
located astride the eaat branch of the
Susquehanna, is making a bid
a place beside Rochester In
manufacture of photographic
plies. The shoe factories of
neighboring town of Endlcott
out footwear known far and wi
Troy is a mild-mannered ■
but, for all that, It makes Ami
and much of the world weai
collars. In one factory there
finds a- museum of autograj
collars with the signatures of
notables as Theodore Roose
Ramsay MacDonald, the Prlnc
Wales, Woodrow Wilson, Geo
Clemenceau and Admiral 1
Four-fifths of all the collars n
in 'America are manufacture!
this city at the head of na>
tion on the Hudson. Troy Is
noted for shirts.
Mark Twain's Resting Place
As one of the homes of h
Twain, Elmira has made the w
Its debtor. Quarry Farm Is a sh
of New York as much as Coo[
town and Irvington. Mark Twj
ashee rest In the local cemet
but his spirit roams wherever
pie love humor.
After extensive Investigations
National Glider association sele
the Elmira section as the Ideal
for Its annual meetings and c
petitions. With a terrain closely
swering to the needs of gliding'
tests and with air currents m
Ing the conditions required for r
erless aviation, Elmira was a re
choice.
As the home of the Amerlear
France Are engine factory, Eln
has given protection to almost ev
city In the land and has qulcke
the pulses of small boys who h
watched Are apparatus answei
an Alarm.
Jamestown is a famous centei
metal furniture manufacture,
large colony of Scandinavian im
workers has settled there, and
annual output of the furniture
torles of the city and surround
country was valued at $27,000,
by a recent census.
Chautauqua county, of wh
Jamestown Is the principal city
at once New York state’s ma
grape-producing area and Its no
historic meeting place of summer
llglous and educational assembl
Poughkeepsie, with her boast
the Queen City of the Hud
and her Intercollegiate boat ra<
and Amsterdam, the second city
the world In the production of r
and carpets, are Important comi
nitles.
Home Town of FIve-and-Ten.
Watertown, where the Ave-a
ten-eent-store Idea was horn, wl
Frank Woolworth persuaded a
cal merchant to. let him set up
Ave-cent table In the former’s
partment store. Is the largest c
In northern New York.
All Americans hold Newburgh
reverence ns the place where Wn
Ington repelled the Idea of a cro\
and for Its Hasbrouck house, n
a state shrine, where he bade
army farewell.
It is pleasant to wander up
Rome, where old Fort Stanv
stood, for here the American fl
received its baptism of Are uni
circumstances that will be tore\
heroic In the hearts of the Amt
can people.
Mount Vernon, New Rochelle, a
White Plains, triple towns of We
Chester; Auburn, Ithaca, and (
neva, a triad of gems that bede
the Finger Lakes; Corning, with
plants specializing In high gra
glass; Gloversvllle, with Its h«
dred glove factories; Oswego, wl
Its dreams of becoming the Ore
Lakes gateway to the Hudson; On
da, with lta striking organlzatl
that has made Community silver 1
mous throughout America; Co
land that overlooks most cities
the state In point of elevation—i
of these municipalities bear w
ness to the versatility of the Empl
state and prove that the esthe
and the industrial can march ha
in hand.
in or can one torgei seneca r ai
where bloomers first bloomed, whc
woman’s rights exponents held thi
first convention, and where enou
pumps are made every year to w
for It the Jocose nickname of Pun
town.
There are literally scores of oth
live communities like Auburn a
Batavia, Canandaigua and Dunkli
East Aurora and Pulton, Gene
and Hornell, Ithaca and Johnston
Kingston and Lockport, Malone a:
Norwich, Olean and Penn Tan, K
and Salamanca, Tonawanda, Vail
Stream, and Whitehall, that ■
pleasing stars In New Tork’s gi
axjr of municipalities.