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Show The Owner Turns Cp. Chic :io Tilbtn e. "Papa, who owus these parksi-'' "We do, my sou,'" replied the lilt'e boy's father, "we, the peup'.e. As ji.trt of the people. James, we have s riirbt to consider ourselves the owners. I( is ,t ghn itius feature fea-ture of our form ot rov, r..:ii--nt, my boy," he continued, li:s eve k ndhng, "that the people ar," ah -:u,c. All property riglits arc based on ihcir couSunt All titles thus come from them and will finally revert to them. The will of the neonle is the sun re me law. By the will of the j, tropic this lovely park has been reserved and sui apart forever as a playground, a breathing spot, a common com-mon our common. Here we have a right to come and rest from the to ! and worry of life. We are on ur own soil. To breathe this pure air, my boy. to stroil at wiil tbroui:li tlics lovely " "Yah, there!" si: inted Imrsfa, inij erious voice. 'Uei dT that gr.is--, ye dirty thafe, or I'll run ye in!" It was the voce of the park olictrmas. The o'.ln r man m; !i r.e b en mistaken, somehow , in bis iens on parks. |