The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1876-05-13
THE BELLS


were ringing all the time we stood in the
window of Machinery Hall, playing ma
tional airs | suppose, but my misfoI tune
is, cannot tell one tune from another, and
if they played the same thing right over
again | would think it was something new
all the time.
From my perch in the window | could
look right over the forest of black hats and
new Spring bonnets, and also see the i'm
patient crowd and the military companies.
Presently the vast throng made way, and
President Grant and Mrs. Grant and the
rest of the "dead heads - walked up the
broad graveled way to the entrance Of the
Hall. The cheering was very feeble indeed
while the Presidential party were passing;
but hearty and prolonged when the Gov
ernor of Pennsylvania passed by.
We spent the pleasantest hour of the
day in the neat little parlor occupied by
the club Of 80" composed entirely of
THE LADY JOURNALISTS
of this and neighboring cities. Come up,
Mr.. Editor and give us your photograph,
and become an honorary member. We
give gentlemen of the press that privilege.
Our President is the fair and gracious Mrs.
Baden, of the Sunday Times: our Secre-
Y,
edict, of the City ITEM: Treasurer. Miss
Mcdowell, of the ISUnday Republican,
Although Philadelphia does get out the
most outrageously prosaic papers in the
world in point of grace and intelligence, it
may well be proud of its lady journalists.
And now, Mr.. Editor, suppose you are
ready to conclude that | didn't see the
Exhibition at all, but | did, though.
went through the Government department
and saw where the Smithsonian Institute
and Patent Office had been moved up from
Washington, and | went into the Women $
department and saw fancy embroidery
enough to set all the women in Christen-
dom blind and | toasted my eyes on a
lovely "sampler of life-s figures rep
resenting the marriage in Cana of Cali
lee," all the disciples being clothed upon
with red shirts and green neckties. If the
picture had been called
'.sCENE IN BEER GARDEN
one might laugh at it without being shock,
ed. The patent dish water is there close
by: also Il fat woman beside a water tank,
which little effort of imag ination trans
forms into the mournful and mystic At
lantic" the water, not the woman;
miniature life preserver floats on the tank
ornamented with china dolls, to represent
the ship wrecked mariner gaily disporting
himself among the yeasty waves.
FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS,
this corpulent inventor tells me, she has
spent in trying to get this thing before the
sea faring world, but the obstinate wretcheS
persist in prefering to sink gently into
oblivion instead of careering gently over
the waves upon a cork and something else,
mattress.
When the rain came on, oh horrors, no
overshoes, no waterproofs, no carriages to
be had; crowds of rough men boarding
the streets cars and leaving helpless throngs
of women and children standing on the
sidewalks in the pelting storm, or rushing
wildly at an empty car, to be again out
distanced and driven back by the lords of
creation, and the wicked wretches actually
laughed, loud and long, at our dropping
feathers, crumpled flowers, bedraggled
trails, and the departed glory of new
Spring bonnets.
Yours truly, finalled reached a street
car, resolved to get on or be thrown down
in the mud. A half grown boy had hold
I like grim death on the last step; we i'm
plored him to hold to the car and we would
/ hold to him. He did so, and holding to
| that boys coat tails on the rear end of Il
,jammed street car; yes, in that ing lorious
position, your Centennial correspondent at
last reached her pleasant stopping place,
VIZ ILL