The man in the street: Papers on American topicsNicholson, Meredith
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The man in the street: Papers on American topics
Nicholson, Meredith
American essays -- 20th century
The Main Streets I know do not strike me as a fit subject for
commiseration. I refuse to be sorry for them. I am increasingly
impressed by their intelligence, their praiseworthy curiosity as
to things of good report, their sturdy optimism, their unshakable
ambition to excel other Main Streets. There is, to be sure, a type of
village with a few stores, a blacksmith-shop, and a gasolene station,
that seems to express the ultimate in torpor. Settlements of this
sort may be found in every State, and the older the State the more
complete seems to be their inertia. But where five thousand people
are assembled--or better, when we deal with a metropolis of ten or
twelve thousand souls--we are at once conscious of a pulse that
keeps time with the world’s heart-beat. There are compensations for
those who abide in such places. In such towns, it is quite possible,
if you are an amiable being, to know well-nigh every one. The main
thoroughfare is a place of fascinations, the stage for a continuing
drama. Carrier delivery destroys the old joy of meeting all the folks
at the post-office, but most of the citizens, male and female, find
some excuse for a daily visit to Main Street. They are bound together
by dear and close ties. You’ve got to know your neighbors whether you
want to or not, and it’s well for the health of your soul to know them
and be of use to them when you can.
I should regard it as a calamity to be deprived of the felicity of my
occasional visits to a particular centre of enlightenment and cheer
that I have in mind. An hour’s journey on the trolley brings me to
the court-house. After one such visit the stranger needn’t trouble
to enroll himself at the inn; some one is bound to offer to put him
up. There is a dramatic club in that town that produces good plays
with remarkable skill and effectiveness. The club is an old one as
such things go, and it fixes the social standard for the community.
The auditorium of the Masonic Temple serves well as a theatre, and
our admiration for the club is enhanced by the disclosure that the
members design the scenery and also include in their membership capable
directors. After the play one may dance for an hour or two, though the
cessation of the music does not mean that you are expected to go to
bed. Very likely some one will furnish forth a supper and there will be
people “asked in” to contribute to your entertainment.
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