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ҧቃٟ௴፬ɛڭᖯh۞Ԣ౶ίٺ̋ࡩٙ࢕ʕdၾֈɿɓΝۜপe୩ᛓ௢ჼe
                     At their Chicago home, Rotary’s founder and his wife drank tea, listened to
                              ࣴ၇ዓ˝dԨᆠઋಛܙԸІ˰ޢ΢ήٙஞ܄
                       birdsong, planted trees, and welcomed visitors from around the world
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         ݔ       ࡈ̆˚dҢဘӉίٺ̋ࡩࠚਜࣦٙ                  by paul harris
                                                           Ը൳ڐd๋˜ݴᔷdҢࡁ఻˷ঐชաՑ̴ٙএ
                 ͼᅃɽ༸ (Longwood Drive)fவૢ
                                                           ਗf್ϾdҢࡁʥԒஈ̹ࠚd̥ც 10 ʱᙒٙ
                 ɽ༩႒⟣׵ɓஈ஗၈ژʆ঑™(the
                                                           ༁d௥͞ձ͗Ϸ͞eىఙձ؍ήdᜫҢࡁชᙂ
         Ridge) ٙʃ˳ࣙd༈ʆ঑ΣГی˙ַФᅰߵ                           ԓ೻dکঐਗ਼Ңࡁ੭Ցͺлፕψ༵ٙӀfίԟ
                             ne winter day I was walking on Long-
                                                             Diagonally across the drive from our home,
                             wood Drive in a suburban district in   there was, in the early years of our married life,
         Ԣdவίٺ̋ࡩྼ᙮ӼԈήႶdΪவࢭ̹۬ٙ                              җֽϓ̌৚ᕎྡྷᙬf
                                                           an ideal bird refuge of which we were very proud.
                             Chicago. The drive skirts a hill spo-
                    O ken of as “the Ridge,” which extends
         ɽ௅ʱήਜޫމ̻վʘήfɽ༸Гਉٙג܊ܔ                              The entire block was covered with a growth of
                                                               ίҢࡁอ੎ࣛಂdИ࢕࿁ࠦુ࿁ԉٙ༸༩
                    for several miles in a southwesterly direction,
                                                           ࣙdϞɓஈҢࡁˏ˸މශٙଣซ௢ᗳಐࢹήf
         ׵ၾʘ̻Бٙʆ঑ٙ௟၌f                                      wild crab apple trees so dense and so studded
                    an unusual feature in Chicago as most of the
                                                           with long, sharp thorns that it afforded the birds
                    city lies on flat ground. The houses on the west
             ԟ˂dʆ˳ᔧႊഹᆳᆳͣ௛d஢ε܀ഁࢳ                            ample protection from cats and dogs. As a refuge,
                                                           ዆ࡈ൑ਜཁ̺௉͛ऎಆዓd،ᐿ໢߱dɪ᎘̺
                    side of the drive are built on the crest of the hill   it was especially popular with the robins that re-
         จනս๞БdҁΌʔ၍ৌପᛆٙਪᕚf್Ͼd                              တφڗ˲ቚлٙঠಇdމ௢ᗳ౤Զ̂ԑٙҐ
                    which parallels it.
                                                           mained there during the mating and nest-building
                      On that particular day, the hill was covered
                                                           ᚐdеա˭፟ٙڧᓔfவࡈᒒࠬಥतйաՑٝ
         Ч˷ӚϞ΂Оή˴ึซሯဲவԬ܀ɿމОϞᛆ                              period. Thousands of them made their appear-
                    with snow and many youngsters were coasting   ance and took up temporary quarters each spring.
         ਗ਼ʆսণջൖމʮ΍ఙਹf                                      һ௢ٙڡຕd̴ࡁίӋਅʿጘ੫ಂගேึवί
                    without regard to the property rights involved.
                                                           The air would be full of song.
                    No property owner, however, seemed disposed
                                                             Just why these discriminating creatures con-
             வష౻൥ၾҢהᆞٝ˲ᆠฌٙอߵࣸᚆ͛                            வ༁fӊϋ݆˂dϓɷɪຬٙٝһ௢ึίϤତ
                    to question the rights of the youngsters to make
                                                           sidered this Heaven-made protection undesirable
         ݺ݊νϤग़ЧdᜫҢذ್͛ৎɓࡈׂ᎘j߰Ϟ                              Ԓdᅲࣛಐ֢f٤ंʕᐼ݊̂တəࣀЀٙ௢ჼf
                    common ground of their hillside lawns.
                      The picture seemed so true to the New England
         ಃɓ˚ҢঐኹϞІʉٙ࢕d̴֛ึѬໝίࣦͼ
                    life I had known and loved that the thought came
         ᅃɽ༸ʆ௟ʘɪfவࡈᗴૐˢཫಂԸ੻һҞྼ
                    to me if ever I was to have a home of my own,
                    it would be on the top of the hill on Longwood
         ତfఱίٺ̋ࡩɽণࡡࡆᆀ௅ (Chicago Prairie
                    Drive. The time came sooner than expected. It was
                    on one of the countryside hikes of the Chicago
         Club) ٙɓϣඊӀࢯӉࣚБʕdҢᒖড়əɓЗ
                    Prairie Club that I met a bonnie Scottish lassie
         ߕᘆٙᘽࣸᚆ֌ࢅfμʔҜԈҢѰдॎฦdک
                    who, dismayed by a rip in my jacket, offered to
                    repair it for me. That was how she got in trouble
         ˴ਗ౤̈މҢࡌ໾fவɰމμІʉ˜ญ™ɪ௦
                    for it wasn’t long after that when I persuaded Jean
         ๨dΪމʔɮʘܝdҢکႭ؂əޜhಷ֍ಌ
                    Thomson to become Mrs. Paul Harris.
                      I married my bonnie Jean in 1910, and two
         (Jean Thomson) ϓމڭᖯh۞Ԣ౶˄˄f
                    years later, acquired a home on the hill. We named
             Ң׵ 1910 ϋၾҢߕᘆٙޜഐމஹଣdՇ
                    our home “Comely Bank,” after the street in Edin-
                    burgh where Jean spent the days of her childhood
         ϋܝdҢࡁίʆ˳ɪໄପτ࢕fҢࡁਗ਼อ֢ն
                    and youth, and never, during the thirty-odd years
                    of our ownership, has any boy ever been refused
         Τމ˜ੰߕᘆచ™(Comely Bank)d˸ߏׂޜՅ
                    free use of our lawn when coasting times come.    As neighbor Silvester Schiele watches, Harris fills his bird feeder.
                                                           ቌ֢ࢩၪ౶तhࢩᆀ (Silvester Schiele) ίɓࣙ᎑᎑
         ࣛʿڡˇϋࣛಂίฌɕఝה֢Иٙ൑༸fίҢ                              ή޶ഹ۞Ԣ౶މ௢Յٙᒸ࠮ኜ૴࠮f
                      How could I refuse them! Like my mischievous
                    boyhood friends, they are rapscallions one and all!
         ࡁኹϞவஈגପٙ30εϋගdӊு๞௛ࣛືd
                    During this Second World War many of them have
         Ңࡁʔಀלഒ΂ОɓࡈӲ܀Դ͜Ңࡁٙণջf                              for permanent residence, I have never been able
                                                               Ї׵வԬܿ࡜ٙ͛يމОႩމவ၇ɪ˂ሮ
                                                           to determine. No robin, to my knowledge, ever
                    been fighting for us on foreign soil, on the seas
                    and in the skies, far, far from home. God bless and
                                                           ʚٙڭᚐʔቇΥ͑ɮ֛֢dҢЇʦʥϵܠʔ੻
             Ңܣঐלഒ˼ࡁճl˼ࡁఱ྅ҢԟԬཬ                             thought of building a permanent nest in the crab
                    protect the rapscallions of our beloved land!   apple trees on Longwood Drive. They were all
                      The great city comes nearer and neare
         ͤٙՅِࣛМɓᅵdே݊ɓ໊ݺᆌλਗٙʃଇr to us                       Չ༆fኽҢהٝdʔಀϞ΂Оٝһ௢ึίࣦͼ
                                                           prospective papas and mamas and I imagine that
                    as its population increases and, as the years roll
                                                           ᅃɽ༸ٙऎಆዓɪጘɓࡈ͑ɮٙ੫fӬࡁே݊
         ंlίୋɚϣ˰ޢɽ኷ಂගd˼ࡁ஢εɛίڢ                              the prospective papas like to give the prospective
                    on, we can almost feel its breath. We are still on   mamas the once over, and then, having made their
         ੬ڢ੬ჇჃٙମ਷ٙɺήeऎɪe٤ʕމҢࡁ                              ᆑίٙ௢ههձ௢෸෸dҢซԟԬᆑίٙ௢ه
                                                           selection, hie away with the ladies of their choice to
                    the outskirts, however, and ten minutes in our
                    motor car suffices to take us into the Illinois   find homes far from the madding crowd of robins.
         ኧ኷fᗴɪ܎ڭСԨڭᚐҢࡁவ˪ᅚฌɺήɪ                              هఃᛇ΋˜Ͻ࿀™ɓɨᆑίٙ௢෸෸d್ܝd
                                                             One morning, after the birds had left on their
                    farming country where wheat and corn fields,
         ٙʃଇंl pastures and woodlands give us a feeling of hav-  home finding expedition, tractors dragged the
                                                           ίਂ̈፯኿ܝdک੭ഹːᄃ͎ٙ௢dჃᕎٝһ
                    ing made good our escape.
             ᎇഹɛɹٙᄣڗdவࢭɽ̹۬ᕎҢࡁ൳                             trees out by their roots; not one remained as the
                                                           ௢ٙ௽ᙬdరҬτԒͭնʘהf
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