Illustrated Flushing and vicinity : College Point, Broadway-Flushing, Malba-on-the-Sound, Whitestone, Bayside, Douglaston, Little Neck in the third wa . nlight, and the blue sky through the networkof the upper branches, and the white clouds drifting across the blue. Ican hear the breeze, in little gusts, whispering through the trees. WhenI close my eyes I hear the same nature sounds that I hear when I amstretched out flat on my back on some mountain side in the Catskills,a hundred and fifty miles from the heart of civilization. I am far fromthe rush of dusty, dirty city life. I am in a placid,
Illustrated Flushing and vicinity : College Point, Broadway-Flushing, Malba-on-the-Sound, Whitestone, Bayside, Douglaston, Little Neck in the third wa . nlight, and the blue sky through the networkof the upper branches, and the white clouds drifting across the blue. Ican hear the breeze, in little gusts, whispering through the trees. WhenI close my eyes I hear the same nature sounds that I hear when I amstretched out flat on my back on some mountain side in the Catskills,a hundred and fifty miles from the heart of civilization. I am far fromthe rush of dusty, dirty city life. I am in a placid, beautiful countrytown. My telephone rings. Someone in New York must see me. Eighteenminutes in the cleanest and most comfortable of steel cars, on a swiftelectric train, puts me in the very heart of Manhattan! I live in acountry town that is a veritable park, and I am nearer the heart ofManhattan than those who live in the crowded tenement-beset Bronx! I was born and raised in Iowa, in a town of 14,000 souls—a townthat was a real town, complete in itself and with as much personalcharacter as any man or woman has. Then I came to New York, began. Main Street, Flushing 7 FLUSHING AND VICINITY a family, and sickened of living in a trench,with brick walls on two sides and a hot, as-phalted bottom, where you got nature byleaning out of a window and twisting yourneck to get a glimpse of the sky. I mighthave been there yet, for all that, if businesshad not taken me one noon to a suburbantown above Manhattan. I stepped off thetrain and saw grassy lawns, leafy trees,charming homes and little bevys of schoolgirls in white dresses, hatless, laughing andplayful and not, as in New York, scurryingtimidly for fear of the brazen mashers andloafers that lined the streets. My soul ex-panded, I can tell you, and I drew a deepbreath. I knew then what was the differencebetween living and merely being alive. Thosewho live in places like Flushing do have room to live in. I was going to mo
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