Image from page 274 of "The Suburbanite; a monthly magazine for those who are and those who ought to in interested in suburban homes" (1908)
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Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation
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e, andthen, in the third place,people who live in thecountry have more time,to devote to the babies and theyseemingly? also have a vast fund ofgood night stories—all of whichhave an influence on the imaginationof the child at the holiday season. The baby doomed to pass its Christ-mas days in a steam-heated apartment,if it develops any reasoning powers atall, soon grows to doubt the SantaClaus tradition. Now, how could KrisKringle get up through the hot radia-tors? How could his reindeer andsleigh travel over the rooftops, whenthose rooftops were so dangerously andvariously high? are some of the ques-tions, that in another form, perhaps,enter the little sceptics head, and alltoo soon he gives credence to the whis-pered informatoin of a co-kindergarten-er that there aint no Santa Claus. The shopping problem is one that hasa most satisfactory solution for the su-burbanite. To be sure, the crowdedstores, thronged with the holiday shop-pers, are the common heritage of the THE SUBURBANITE
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Santa jlsleep Suburban Stoop city dame and country woman as well assuburban haus-frau. There all meeton common ground, to seek bargains ingifts of every sort. But there the dif-ference ends. The city woman takesher way homeward in jammed subwaycars, the chill of the frosty air bitingto her bones, but with no alleviatingfreshness to make the close air of thecars bearable. The suburban womangoes another way—but— —. The other day, two women met asthey were leaving one of the great SixthAvenue department stores. It was al-most dark and the current of the home-ward bound shopping throng was at itsflood. Why, Mrs. — —, said the olderwoman, it seems ages since I saw youlast—in June, wasnt it? And are youstill living in the Bronx? Yes, replied the other woman,and in the same apartment—you haveour address, havent you? And whereare you—still out in Jersey? Still out in Jersey, was the re-sponse, and gladder of it than ever;were really and truly living now. Ishould love to have y
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