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Show 1 ,THE SALT LAKE TRIBUNE, SUNDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 26, 1922 m. Out in the b.g outdoor, where life is free, and men are men, with hearts of oak and arms of brawn, so so, tut too the scenario writer put it. Well, maybe Hi Peebles, often they are built more on the order of shown here, en route lo the east meadow with a load of fertilizer. The gentle feminine touch. . The sentimental lady (who loves the big outdoors is very fond of quoting ' something apropos of the season. If its early summer, or even as late as the twentieth of July, she will murmur, Oh, what is so rare as a day in June, sweetly and sadly. But if it's ,'any other month of the year, say up to the middle of ApriJ, she will announce coma 'that' "Now jthe m 1 a n choly days, the saddest of 'all the year, with just as much sweatees and sadness. " Isnt nature just WONDERFUL? When you stop to think of all it means to the budding poet and what its done for him. The day of the spring poet is past, however, so if your idea of a around and go home. kind words on spring or summer cither. He takes on somethe .pangs of your terrible thing like this: "Ob, let me forget vile August, oversexed and beauty, oh, fierce June, and you too, seek shejtejf of cool November. rotting wickedly Let me rather sweet autumnal death and the lead me to the slaughter, ' Oh, ever dreamless sleep. Of course, it should be spaced differently, but thi i the gist of it. N V yijf ,r N-- f II i Anything in the big outdoors that makes for beauty in the landscape has surprising ef-jfect on Marcia. Oh, Winfield, 'Marcia will cry, "just look at this lovely, lovely grove of trees! I just KNOW that If we look HARD we will see a FAIRY! I just know I'll meet a fairy some day! Wouldnt you to just f LOVE meet a fairy here Winfield? m i siA p IY .4 Fit v I) I is I t ,igj big, free outdoors is all right for those who like it, but a good, lawn is more to the liking oilthe timid lady who was born fearful that something a woodchuck, or a snake, maybe would jump out at her from the long grass 1 The great, i-- r.' dose-trimm- A T II A, please are constantly at war with The big outdoors and e sach ether. Artists are always complaining that such and such a doesnt compose well, or model well, or that the country is all side, have wrong in feeling. And so the artists, being thwarted on every to go back to their studios and make up something out of thejr own heads that wont be all wrong in. feeling. Art--capit- al I L land-scap- fill to if 1 ! 4 u 3$J. I rjy-.c-- V I 'v.. A V V, s tl r.-- 'p,, ' iy-- V; f: v V Hill If I1PIT1I lift Somehow or other The they it really doesnt seem so very' much. Give me, Frant-zen say, the view back home, looking out toward Park from Bergen Avenue!? tourists and the famous view. . i. Along in the Spring of the year when birds are chirping and the crocus, etc., etc., the lady with the early Greek complex succumbs to the lure of the big outdoors. Right out before everybody shy makes her Georeic Is one of those virile redbloods i whose strenuosity in the big outdoors is appalling. Always pulling up big trees by the roots or chopping them or lust, as the case a &" .sSfdsirjSast. "j'hTSl . r ) y y f , y y - |