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Show i DOES NOT LIKE j NEW YORK. I Down in the streets of New York, ' where there is no backyard to play j in, the children in the poor districts jshiver tn the cold of a bleak December I day, but they romp and laugh as they I lag each other. They go to wherj I "Jhe fire hydrants break through the j paving and shoot marbles on the little square of earth They climb the italrs and are back again to the side- TT-alkj, where they are warned away from the street by the honk of the H ' auto horn. What would a western boy eight years old do if he suddenly were Transported and placed between those high walls of stone and concrete. where the smoke screen tho sun and j everything is artificial? 1 What would he do? He would cry and beg to be taken back to his home, j where a boy is free to amuse himself him-self in a thousand different joys and where nature beckons to him from 3 every nook and corner. Well, a big boy from the west or a 1 grown up lurna with a shudder from the thought of being cooped up in 1 .New York, or Philadelphia, or Chi- H -cago. The lives of those who ln- ' habit the tunnels, called streets, and H who ride morning and night in the darkness of the subway, are so un- natural as to cause a western man to j feel a pity lor the submerged. Bui H it is a pity which is wasted as the H j New Yorker might endure a month in H -f the west; he could not survive two 1 months without being overcome with I a longing for the rush and push, the atir, the sweep of the thousands on I Uroadway or Fifth avenue, j Well, it all is tho mental attitude, I and it is a good thing, as it tends to J stabilize humanity and keep all of us ,1 well within the environs which have marked us with our pronounced likes 1 and dislikes. It prevents a greater 3 centralization and helps keep down the congestion ot the large centers of V population. |