If you will take a map of the United States and, fold it so that the Atlantic and Pacific coast lines overlap, the crease at the center will form a line which runs down through the Dakotas, Nebraska, and Kansas.
That is not, however, the true dividing line between East and West. If I were to try to draw the true line, I should begin at the north, bringing my pencil down between the cities of St. Paul and Minneapolis, leaving the former to the east, and the latter to the west, and I should follow down through the middle of Minnesota, Iowa, and Missouri, so that St. Louis would be included on the eastern map and Kansas City and Omaha on the western.
My companion and I had long looked forward to the West, and had speculated as to where we should first meet it. And sometimes, as we traveled on, we doubted that there really was a West at all, and feared that the whole country had become monotonously “standardized,” as was recently charged by a correspondent of the London “Times.”
The “slogan” of Kansas City suggests that of Detroit. Detroit says: “In Detroit life is worth living.” Kansas City is less boastful, but more aspiring. “Make it a good place to live in,” she says.
As nearly as I can like the “slogan” of any city, I like that one. I like it because it is not vainglorious, and because it does not attempt cheap alliteration. It is not “smart-alecky” at all, but has, rather, the sound of something genuinely felt. And I believe it is felt. There is every evidence that Kansas City’s “slogan” Is a promissory note–a note which, it may he added, she is paying off in a handsome manner, by improving herself rapidly in countless ways.
Perhaps the first of her improvements to strike the visitor is her system of parks. I am informed that the parked boulevards of Kansas City exceed in mileage those of any other American city. These boulevards, connecting the various parks and forming circuits running around and through the town, do go a long way toward making it “a good place to live in.” Kansas City has every right to be proud, not only of her parks, but of herself for having had the intelligence and energy to make them.
What if assessments have been high? Increased property values take care of that; the worst of the work and the expense is over, and Kansas City has lifted itself by its own bootstraps from ugliness to beauty. How much better it is to have done the whole thing quickly–to have made the gigantic effort and attained the parks and boulevards at what amounts to one great municipal bound–than to have dawdled and dreamed along as St. Louis and so many other cities have done.
The Paseo, and West Pennway, and Penn Valley Park, in Kansas City, are all splendid realities, created in an amazingly brief space of years. To make the Paseo and West Pennway, the city cut through blocks and blocks, tearing down old houses or moving them away, with the result that dilapidated, disagreeable neighborhoods have been turned into charming residence districts.
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