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Show I THE OLD SWIMMLNG HOLE. No more delightful stor of American life, which knows no class and no social harrier, has been recited than that of the picking up by President Wilson of three youngsters and the taking of the "kids" for a ride in the president's automobile. The boys, ranging m age from 8 to 9 years, had been having a "time" in a swimming hole in Rock Creek park and were on their way out, when the president stopped his car and invited them to be his gueetc an ji-CTit drive, which ended at the home of the little fellows. "Hop in," said the president, and they hopped in. Water from tousled heads trickled over three sunburnt faces, we are told, and dropped on the president's shoes. Where, other than in the United States, a country which lifted the poverty-stricken Lincoln to the presidency, could you find a democracy that allows the head of the nation te make the children of the poor the object of his devotion? Where, other than in a nation that is about to seleet as president one of two men who were newsboys, could you so disregard class distinction as to have the chief magistrate draw close to him in loving lov-ing attention three little urchins out of a swimmng hole? One of the ever-refreshng poems, recall ing boyhood days, is on the old swimming hole Now it is for some gifted writer to give this new version. |