The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1888-08-02

is grinding out last years tunes, and
when the big music machine stops
brass band takes UP the orchestra |
thread and sixty or seventy pairs of
healthy German lungs pump wind with |
great energy into the mouths of the
brass instruments. The blare and din
OF it all NAV be imagined-by people
who have been infected with it.
But it is outside the building that
you see to best advantage the worldly,
jabbering, motley Pot boa,r of humani-
ty. An immense fancifnl edihce,
Jumbo IN wood, multiplied hundred
times, is before you. For dime you
enjoy the luxury of entering the end of
his trunk, which trails on the ground.
and climbing few hundred eccentric
steps to the car on his back. Then
there is the tower, skeleton iron
structure of such dizzy height, that you
begin to speculate on the possibility of
lodging up there in upper ether. On
a bright day the big cities and green
villages and the ships for miles at sea
seem to nestle at your feet. You look
down Immediately below on such an
aggregation of pleasure devices for
those of simple tastes as the continent
elsewhere does not afford; there comes
to you above the roar of the surf a
babel of voices from this-sometimes
hundreds of thousands Of throats.
Your kaleidoscope reflects the cum
ningly and intertwisting Of every form
and color. "Merry ygo-rounds'' = by the
dozen are spinning around people on
the backs of the most grotesque Great
ures imaginable. There you catch a
glimpse of a big-footed Dutchman
complacently revolving on meek
looking dromedary, by his side tot
Of little girl gaily perched on the top
of wooden crocodile. There are tor
tuous tracks of uncertain length on
which carloads of people are whizzed
about with the speed of the wind, solely
by the force of gravity, landing event
ually at the starting point. There are
grind organs and trickmonkeys, for
tune telling Gypsies and dancing bears,
stuffed COWS that allow lemonade to be
MIXED from them for five cents glass,
photographers tents, bearded women
to sell you sandwiches, living skeletons
gyrating on tight ropes, and a thous
and and one other devices to arrest
your attention and salt down your
pennies. The beach is black with
s,rollers and loungers, while hundreds
of others are splashing about in the
surf.
| AS you proceed up the beach the
tone improves perceptibly. The jim
crack venders of the hurdy -gurdy smile'
no longer the auricle. The largest
hotels on the beach-the Brighton
Manhattan and Oriental-most fash
ionable in the order of their remote
ness from the West End, are approach
ed successively. They are vast frame
structures surrounded by splendie
grounds. Gilmore's and other world
| renowned bands give afternoon ane
evening concerts. Porticos anc
; grounds are thronged with men ant
: women whose dress proclaim them t.
be devotees OF fashion. At night ther
are mammoth fireworks shows-mimi'
, Pompeiis overwhelmed with the fer
7 streams of Vesuvius-Sebastopo
: knocked into smithereens by the allie'
t guns Londons licked up by waves c
= fame that leap hundreds of feet int
e the air and spread their ruddy glo'
over the yellow sand and far out int
! the dark waters.
FRANK E. VAUGHAN.