Ravinia. Last week, a time-table was printed in the Chicago daily press. It listed the trains which would be running for the next while between Chicago and a place called Ravinia, 21 miles north. Why anyone should want to be going to Ravinia puzzled a number of dolts, until they read that rich, artistic Louis Eckstein was again presenting operas there. Those who obeyed the timetable, found themselves in a park roofed by tall trees. Some dined sumptuously at a restaurant and danced to jazz; others stocked up at the hot-dog stand, or picnicked...
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