drive, is Arthur Meeker, familiarly
known as Art.
Whether Art started his brilliant
butcher career by swinging a hefty
hammer on the heads ofprime stock
yards steers or by shaving the bris
tles off the heaving hides of surging
swine with a" safety razor, we do not
know. His early career is so hedged
about and covered o'er with piles of
coin, and he has soared so high in
the social world, that hir early activ
ities are not visible to the naked eye.
At any rate Art, one of the grand
dukes of the stockyards, now lives on
Lake Shore drive and thereby
hangs a tale. Not a pig's tail, just a
tale, a narrative tale.
When Art started from the stock
yards, took a run and jump and
leaped the loop and landed on the
swell North Side, he built himself a
palace, fit hohie for a multi-millionaire.
And he built this home of
brick. Plain, common, ordinary,
home-made brick was good enough
for some of Meeker's neighbors, but
not for Art.
For Art looked to the old world.
He had to have something imported..
So he imported rare and expensive
brick from across the seas. And
when all the work was done and each
particular imported brick lay snug
ly on the broad back of its fellow un
derneath, believe me, Art Meeker
had SOME palace there on Lake
Shore drive. It even made the en
nuied autoist pause and sit up and
take notice as he passed.
Then something happened. Great
patches of dirty white appeared upon
the bright red surface of the im
plrted brick. Not regular or even
artistically irregular patches, but
patches that were splotches. And
people wondered. Those who knew
Meeker and where his wealth came
from thought the butcher's house
was all broke out with foot-and-mouth
disease. Still others thought
it was eczema or prickly heat, or pos
sibly some imported skin disease as
yet unknown -Jo this part of the
There were those who knew the
brick were imported. Some said
from Holland. And these, at first,
thought it was' Dutch cheese or
schmierkase oozing from the pores.
Still others said no that the brick
were imported from Germany, and
that the outward excrescence on the
imported brick was limburger cheese.
Yes, and some were so unkind as to
say that Art had become so accli
mated to the stockyards odor that
he couldn't sleep nights without its
sweet perfume in his nostrils and
he imported limburger bricks so he
could feel at home on the North
However, all this gossip is specu
lative. Thus far nobody has made
complaint to the health department,
no scientific inquiry has been made
and nobody knows just what is ooz
ing from Art Meeker's imported
It may be schmierkase or limbur
ger cheese, or imported Swiss, or
even Camembert It doesn't look
like Gorgonzola or Roquefort lack
ing the artistic minglery of colory ef
fect of these. And it would hardly be
neufchatel, because much of that
isn't imported. All we know is that
the Meeker mansion has a cheesy
look. "And we incline more to
cheese as the solution of the mystery
than to the theory of skin diseases
like eczema, or even hives.
But how did the cheese get into
the imported bricks?
We give it up. Anyhow, and never
theless, when you drive along in your
auto, just take a look at the Meeker
mansion and ponder on the secret
sorrow of a plute, who built a palace
and it turned to cheese.
Washington. Gifford Pinchot,
former chief forester, awarded medal
by National Academy of Sciences for
"distinguished service in organizing
and directing systematic conserva
tion of natural resources."
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