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World, compares itself to Rome and Vienna, it will not acquire the scientific spirit, the international mind, which would make it great. It picks at information which will visibly procure money or social distinction. Its conception of a community ideal is not the grand manner, the noble aspiration, the fine aristocratic pride, but cheap labor for the kitchen and rapid increase in the price of land. It plays at cards on greasy oilcloth in a shanty, and does not know that prophets are walking and talking on the terrace.

If all the provincials were as kindly as Champ Perry and Sam Clark there would be no reason for desiring the town to seek great traditions. It is the Harry Haydocks, the Dave Dyers, the Jackson Elders, small busy men crushingly powerful in their common purpose, viewing themselves as men of the world but keeping themselves men of the cash-register and the comic film, who make the town a sterile oligarchy.

VII

She had sought to be definite in analyzing the surface ugliness of the Gopher Prairies. She asserted that it is a matter of universal similarity; of flimsiness of construction, so that the towns resemble frontier camps; of neglect of natural advantages, so that the hills are covered with brush, the lakes shut off by railroads, and the creeks lined with dumping-grounds; of depressing sobriety of color; rectangularity of buildings; and excessive breadth and straightness of the gashed streets, so that there is no escape from gales and from sight of the grim sweep of land, nor any windings to coax the loiterer along, while the breadth which would be majestic in an avenue of palaces makes the low shabby shops creeping down the typical Main Street the more mean by comparison.

The universal similarityā ā€”that is the physical expression of the philosophy of dull safety. Nine-tenths of the American towns are so alike that it is the completest boredom to wander from one to another. Always, west of Pittsburg, and often, east of it, there is the same lumber yard, the same railroad station, the same Ford garage, the same creamery, the same boxlike houses and two-story shops. The new, more conscious houses are alike in their very attempts at diversity: the same bungalows, the same square houses of stucco or tapestry brick. The shops show the same standardized, nationally advertised wares; the newspapers of sections three thousand miles apart have the same ā€œsyndicated featuresā€; the boy in Arkansas displays just such a flamboyant ready-made suit as is found on just such a boy in Delaware, both of them iterate the same slang phrases from the same sporting-pages, and if one of them is in college and the other is a barber, no one may surmise which is which.

If Kennicott were snatched from Gopher Prairie and instantly conveyed to a town leagues away, he would not realize it. He would go down apparently the same Main Street (almost certainly it would be called Main Street); in the same drug store he would see the same young man serving the same ice-cream soda to the same young woman with the same magazines and phonograph records under her arm. Not till he had climbed to his office and found another sign on the door, another Dr. Kennicott inside, would he understand that something curious had presumably happened.

Finally, behind all her comments, Carol saw the fact that the prairie towns no more exist to serve the farmers who are their reason of existence than do the great capitals; they exist to fatten on the farmers, to provide for the townsmen large motors and social preferment; and, unlike the capitals, they do not give to the district in return for usury a stately and permanent center, but only this ragged camp. It is a ā€œparasitic Greek civilizationā€ā ā€”minus the civilization.

ā€œThere we are then,ā€ said Carol. ā€œThe remedy? Is there any? Criticism, perhaps, for the beginning of the beginning. Oh, thereā€™s nothing that attacks the Tribal God Mediocrity that doesnā€™t help a littleā ā€Šā ā€¦ and probably thereā€™s nothing that helps very much. Perhaps some day the farmers will build and own their market-towns. (Think of the club they could have!) But Iā€™m afraid I havenā€™t any ā€˜reform program.ā€™ Not any more! The trouble is spiritual, and no League or Party can enact a preference for gardens rather than dumping-grounds.ā ā€Šā ā€¦ Thereā€™s my confession. Well?ā€

ā€œIn other words, all you want is perfection?ā€

ā€œYes! Why not?ā€

ā€œHow you hate this place! How can you expect to do anything with it if you havenā€™t any sympathy?ā€

ā€œBut I have! And affection. Or else I wouldnā€™t fume so. Iā€™ve learned that Gopher Prairie isnā€™t just an eruption on the prairie, as I thought first, but as large as New York. In New York I wouldnā€™t know more than forty or fifty people, and I know that many here. Go on! Say what youā€™re thinking.ā€

ā€œWell, my dear, if I did take all your notions seriously, it would be pretty discouraging. Imagine how a person would feel, after working hard for years and helping to build up a nice town, to have you airily flit in and simply say ā€˜Rotten!ā€™ Think thatā€™s fair?ā€

ā€œWhy not? It must be just as discouraging for the Gopher Prairieite to see Venice and make comparisons.ā€

ā€œIt would not! I imagine gondolas are kind of nice to ride in, but weā€™ve got better bathrooms! Butā ā€”My dear, youā€™re not the only person in this town who has done some thinking for herself, although (pardon my rudeness) Iā€™m afraid you think so. Iā€™ll admit we lack some things. Maybe our theater isnā€™t as good as shows in Paris. All right! I donā€™t want to see any foreign culture suddenly forced on usā ā€”whether itā€™s street-planning or table-manners or crazy communistic ideas.ā€

Vida sketched what she termed ā€œpractical things that will make a happier and prettier town, but that do belong to our life, that actually are being done.ā€ Of the Thanatopsis Club she spoke; of the restroom, the fight against mosquitos, the campaign for more gardens and shade-trees and

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