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Title: The Forum
Year: 1886 (1880s)
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Publisher: New York, N.Y.: (Events Pub. Co., etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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sweater and rubber boots,took along my fish basket, net, rod and bait box and wentdown to the dining-room. Smithkins paused, for a fleeting moment there came tohis eyes the look of a hunted fawn. He shuddered, thentook a brace. EVERYONE DOLLED TO THE LIMIT PHAT dining-room contained about seventy-five people,probably sixty women and fifteen men, and everyonewas dolled to the limit. Say, the women were wearingmorning gowns that cost as much as a second-hand car, andyou know what theyre bringing these days. The men were inblue serge coats and cream colored flannel trousers, silk shirts,and all the trimmings. I hadnt bothered to shave as I didntthink it necessary in a place called Deep Glen. As I waslooking about for Mrs. Smithkins the colored head-waitercame and told me that the tradespeople should go to the rearoffice. I told him where he should go, stalked in and sat downbeside my wife. I dont think I ever before saw her withquite such a hurt, pained, startled, Heaven-help-us expres-
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So this is a sylvan dell! M 99 100 THE FORUM sion in her eyes. She stammered and said she thought Iwould at least wear decent clothes in the dining-room. Ilooked over the lot and told her that I could probably buyand sell the whole bunch and that my patent hip rubber bootscost more than all the male outfits combined. Somehow itdidnt appease her and she hurried away. Again poor Smithkins took a deep breath and gazedover the green with a faraway look. Well, sir, I decided to make the best of it. I gave mywaiter a tip that made his eyes bulge and he gave me betterservice than anyone there ever had before. After breakfastI started out, determined to go up into the deep glen andcatch a few trout, quite willing that the other guests shouldsit about and gossip or play tennis. When I stepped out onthe porch there were about fifty more people. I heard jazzto right and jazz to left of me. A plank walk ran downalong the water front, a merry-go-round was whirling, aferris-wheel was spinning, a sh

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