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and running many a crook out of town; for no crook, nor "gang boss" can
hold out long if up against a strong Woman's Club. Though it was long
thought that woman's brain was minor in comparison with man's, woman,
as a class, now-a-day shows an all-round activity; and has brought
staid control to official actions which had had a long run through
domination by man;--that proud, cocky, strutting animal who thinks that
this gigantic world should hop, skip and jump at his commands. So,
from, or through just such clubs as Lady Gadsby's, Branton Hills was
soon attracting folks from surrounding districts; in fact, it was known
as a sort of Fairyland in which all things turn out satisfactorily.
This was, plainly, a condition which would call for much additional
building; which also brings additional tax inflow; so Branton Hills was
rapidly growing into a most important community. So, at a School Board
lunch, His Honor said:--

"I trust that now you will admit that what I said long ago about making
a city an attraction to tourists, is bringing daily confirmation. Oh,
what a lot of politically blind city and town officials I could point
out within a day's auto trip from Branton Hills! Many such an official,
upon winning a foothold in City Hall, thinks only of his own cohorts,
and his own gain. So it is not surprising that public affairs grow
stagnant. Truly, I cannot fathom such minds! I can think of nothing so
satisfying as doing public good in as many ways as an official can.
Think, for an instant, as to just what a city is. As I said long ago,
it is _not_ an array of buildings, parks and fountains. No. A city is a
living thing! It is, actually, _human_; for it is a group of humanity
growing up in daily contact; and if officials adopt as a slogan, "all
I can do," and not "all I can grab," only its suburban boundary can
limit its growth. Branton Hills attracts thousands, annually. All
of that influx looks for comforts, an opportunity to work, and good
schools. Branton Hills has all that; and I want to say that all who
visit us, with thoughts of joining us, will find us holding out a glad
hand; promising that all such fond outlooks will find confirmation at
any spot within cannon-shot of City Hall."

At this point, a woman from just such a group got up, saying:--

"I want to back up your mayor. On my first visit to your charming city
I saw an opportunity for my family; and, with woman's famous ability
for arguing, I got my husband to think as I do; and not an hour from
that day has brought us any dissatisfaction. Your schools stand high in
comparison with any out our way; your shops carry first-class goods,
your laws act without favoritism for anybody or class; and an air of
happy-go-lucky conditions actually shouts at you, from all parts of
town."

Now, as months slid past it got around to Night School graduation day;
and as it was this institution's first, all Branton Hills was on hand,
packing its big hall. An important part was a musical half-hour by
its big chorus, singing such grand compositions as arias from Faust,
Robin Hood, Aida, and Martha; also both boys' and girls' bands, both
brass and strings, doing first-class work on a Sousa march, a Strauss
waltz, and a potpourri of National airs from many lands, which brought
a storm of hand clapping; for no form of study will so aid youth in
living happily, as music. Ability to play or sing; to know what is good
or poor in music, instills into young folks a high quality of thought;
and, accuracy is found in its rigidity of rhythm.

As soon as this music class was through, Gadsby brought forth soloists,
duos and trios; violinists, pianists, and so many young musicians that
Branton Hills was as proud of its night school as a girl is of "that
first diamond." That brought our program around to introducing pupils
who had won honor marks: four girls in knitting, oil painting, cooking
and journalism; and four smart youths in brass work, wood-carving and
Corporation law. But pupils do not form all of a school body; so a
group of blushing instructors had to bow to an applauding roomful.

Though this was a school graduation, Mayor Gadsby said it would do no
harm to point out a plan for still adding to Branton Hills' public
spirit:--

"This town is too plain; too dingy. Brick walls and asphalt paving
do not light up a town, but dim it. So I want to plant all kinds of
growing things along many of our curbs. In our parks I want ponds
with gold fish, fancy ducks and big swans; row-boats, islands with
arbors, and lots of shrubs _that blossom_; not just an array of twigs
and stalks. I want, in our big City Park, a casino, dancing pavilion,
lunch rooms; and parking for as many cars as can crowd in. So I think
that all of us ought to pitch in and put a bright array of natural aids
round about; both in our shopping district and suburbs; for you know
that old saying, that 'a charming thing is a joy always.'"

So a miraculous transformation of any spot at all dull was soon a fact.
Oak, birch and poplar saplings stood along curbs and around railway
stations; girls brought in willow twigs, ivy roots, bulbs of canna,
dahlia, calladium, tulip, jonquil, gladiola and hyacinth. Boys also dug
many woodland shrubs which, standing along railway tracks, out of town,
took away that gloomy vista so commonly found upon approaching a big
city; and a long grassplot, with a rim of boxwood shrubs, was laid out,
half way from curb to curb on Broadway, in Branton Hills' financial
district. As Gadsby was looking at all this with happy satisfaction, a
bright lad from our Night School's radio class, told him that Branton
Hills should install a broadcasting station, as no city, today, would
think of trying to win additional population without that most
important adjunct for obtaining publicity. So any man or boy who had
any knack at radio was all agog; and about a thousand had ambitions for
a job in it, at which only about six can work. And City Hall had almost
a riot, as groups of politicians, pastors and clubs told just what such
a station should, and should not broadcast; for a broadcasting station,
with its vast opportunity for causing both satisfaction and antagonism,

and running many a crook out of town; for no crook, nor "gang boss" can

hold out long if up against a strong Woman's Club. Though it was long

thought that woman's brain was minor in comparison with man's, woman,

as a class, now-a-day shows an all-round activity; and has brought

staid control to official actions which had had a long run through

domination by man;--that proud, cocky, strutting animal who thinks that

this gigantic world should hop, skip and jump at his commands. So,

from, or through just such clubs as Lady Gadsby's, Branton Hills was

soon attracting folks from surrounding districts; in fact, it was known

as a sort of Fairyland in which all things turn out satisfactorily.

This was, plainly, a condition which would call for much additional

building; which also brings additional tax inflow; so Branton Hills was

rapidly growing into a most important community. So, at a School Board

lunch, His Honor said:--

"I trust that now you will admit that what I said long ago about making

a city an attraction to tourists, is bringing daily confirmation. Oh,

what a lot of politically blind city and town officials I could point

out within a day's auto trip from Branton Hills! Many such an official,

upon winning a foothold in City Hall, thinks only of his own cohorts,

and his own gain. So it is not surprising that public affairs grow

stagnant. Truly, I cannot fathom such minds! I can think of nothing so

satisfying as doing public good in as many ways as an official can.

Think, for an instant, as to just what a city is. As I said long ago,

it is _not_ an array of buildings, parks and fountains. No. A city is a

living thing! It is, actually, _human_; for it is a group of humanity

growing up in daily contact; and if officials adopt as a slogan, "all

I can do," and not "all I can grab," only its suburban boundary can

limit its growth. Branton Hills attracts thousands, annually. All

of that influx looks for comforts, an opportunity to work, and good

schools. Branton Hills has all that; and I want to say that all who

visit us, with thoughts of joining us, will find us holding out a glad

hand; promising that all such fond outlooks will find confirmation at

any spot within cannon-shot of City Hall."

At this point, a woman from just such a group got up, saying:--

"I want to back up your mayor. On my first visit to your charming city

I saw an opportunity for my family; and, with woman's famous ability

for arguing, I got my husband to think as I do; and not an hour from

that day has brought us any dissatisfaction. Your schools stand high in

comparison with any out our way; your shops carry first-class goods,

your laws act without favoritism for anybody or class; and an air of

happy-go-lucky conditions actually shouts at you, from all parts of

town."

Now, as months slid past it got around to Night School graduation day;

and as it was this institution's first, all Branton Hills was on hand,

packing its big hall. An important part was a musical half-hour by

its big chorus, singing such grand compositions as arias from Faust,

Robin Hood, Aida, and Martha; also both boys' and girls' bands, both

brass and strings, doing first-class work on a Sousa march, a Strauss

waltz, and a potpourri of National airs from many lands, which brought

a storm of hand clapping; for no form of study will so aid youth in

living happily, as music. Ability to play or sing; to know what is good

or poor in music, instills into young folks a high quality of thought;

and, accuracy is found in its rigidity of rhythm.

As soon as this music class was through, Gadsby brought forth soloists,

duos and trios; violinists, pianists, and so many young musicians that

Branton Hills was as proud of its night school as a girl is of "that

first diamond." That brought our program around to introducing pupils

who had won honor marks: four girls in knitting, oil painting, cooking

and journalism; and four smart youths in brass work, wood-carving and

Corporation law. But pupils do not form all of a school body; so a

group of blushing instructors had to bow to an applauding roomful.

Though this was a school graduation, Mayor Gadsby said it would do no

harm to point out a plan for still adding to Branton Hills' public

spirit:--

"This town is too plain; too dingy. Brick walls and asphalt paving

do not light up a town, but dim it. So I want to plant all kinds of

growing things along many of our curbs. In our parks I want ponds

with gold fish, fancy ducks and big swans; row-boats, islands with

arbors, and lots of shrubs _that blossom_; not just an array of twigs

and stalks. I want, in our big City Park, a casino, dancing pavilion,

lunch rooms; and parking for as many cars as can crowd in. So I think

that all of us ought to pitch in and put a bright array of natural aids

round about; both in our shopping district and suburbs; for you know

that old saying, that 'a charming thing is a joy always.'"

So a miraculous transformation of any spot at all dull was soon a fact.

Oak, birch and poplar saplings stood along curbs and around railway

stations; girls brought in willow twigs, ivy roots, bulbs of canna,

dahlia, calladium, tulip, jonquil, gladiola and hyacinth. Boys also dug

many woodland shrubs which, standing along railway tracks, out of town,

took away that gloomy vista so commonly found upon approaching a big

city; and a long grassplot, with a rim of boxwood shrubs, was laid out,

half way from curb to curb on Broadway, in Branton Hills' financial

district. As Gadsby was looking at all this with happy satisfaction, a

bright lad from our Night School's radio class, told him that Branton

Hills should install a broadcasting station, as no city, today, would

think of trying to win additional population without that most

important adjunct for obtaining publicity. So any man or boy who had

any knack at radio was all agog; and about a thousand had ambitions for

a job in it, at which only about six can work. And City Hall had almost

a riot, as groups of politicians, pastors and clubs told just what such

a station should, and should not broadcast; for a broadcasting station,

with its vast opportunity for causing both satisfaction and antagonism,