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ASSASSINS OF<br />

SILENCE<br />

By MARC N. GOODNOW<br />

O N E of the first impressions<br />

the tense, modern citydweller<br />

who journeys into<br />

the country has forced upon<br />

him is the absolute quiet<br />

that reigns there. Let him strike out away<br />

from the beaten paths of the motor car<br />

or the steel threads of the electric or<br />

steam railway and he enters a new world<br />

—the world of silence. For awhile it is<br />

a welcome relief, but soon it becomes<br />

actually oppressive.<br />

Life without noise is<br />

nowadays a horrid bore<br />

to thousands who have<br />

known little else. Existence<br />

minus the grind<br />

of wheels, the screech of<br />

machinery, the toot of<br />

whistles, the shrill call<br />

of the newsboy or the<br />

alley peddler, the nasal<br />

twang of the leatherlunged<br />

sidewalk or street<br />

vendor is beyond their<br />

ken. The city child of<br />

today seems fated to have no sounds<br />

upon his ear-drums but those of rumbling,<br />

chugging, puffing grunts, growls,<br />

squeaks or squawks. A medley of confusion<br />

surrounds<br />

his life from the<br />

cradle to the grave<br />

— unless he is<br />

called by chance or<br />

choice to one of<br />

those queer resorts<br />

in the country<br />

which we call a<br />

village and which<br />

one sensitive artist<br />

has termed a<br />

"paradise of quiet."<br />

It is, forsooth, a noisy age; the assassin<br />

of silence in some one of his various<br />

guises seems always at one's elbow, endeavoring<br />

to split one's ear-drum and<br />

torture sensitive nerves. When I think<br />

of Paris the news vendor's call of "La<br />

Patrie, La Patrie"—the afternoon newspaper—sounds<br />

in my ears with haunting<br />

disquietud e.<br />

Rome, before<br />

the great war<br />

Isn't It One of<br />

Your "Pet Peeves"<br />

to Have Your Restaurant<br />

Table<br />

Within a Few Feet<br />

of One of These<br />

Double - B - Flat<br />

Bass Accomplices<br />

of Chaos?<br />

at least, was<br />

one of the<br />

noisiest tourist<br />

centers of all Europe, with the<br />

street gamins and "facchinos"<br />

who haunt the central station<br />

keeping up their unseemly<br />

commotion all through the night. In<br />

Germany—Berlin—I found less noise<br />

than in any other large city on the continent.<br />

The German authorities seemed to<br />

have some consideration for a sensitive<br />

traveler's nerves.<br />

London noises are hideous and seemingly<br />

age-long in their duration, lifting<br />

heavenward in one great roar from every<br />

part of that huge center. The noises<br />

there were even multiplied by the very<br />

devices which were employed to reduce<br />

noise. It is pointed out, for example,<br />

that in London and other large towns,<br />

but especially in London, the smoothness<br />

and silence of better systems of street<br />

paving, instead of reducing the noise of<br />

at

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