The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1891-08-06
For the Princeton Union.
ONE DAYS OUTING.

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Taylor's Falls with it's dalles and it's
mammoth log-jam the objective point.
Our reason for choice Of day rested
IN the conviction that the sterner sex
dreadful creatures! would be drawn
in the opposite direction to the race
course and promised pugilistic en-
counter, and our decision proved a
happy one, for ON reaching the depot
at nine O'Clock A. M, we were almost
overwhelmed in the tide Of masculinity
emerging therefrom.
A perfect day, the lucky DOMINIC of
a garment wrong side out,'' every
thing seemed in our favor and though
| our spirits were somewhat dampened
on seeing a great concourse Of excur-
saonlsts vending toward our train we
were treasured upon entering the
! ''chair-car'' assigned us and finding
ourselves almost the only occupants
while we learned that the picnickers
were to be dropped at White Bear.
Choosing the shady side of the car,
we ensconced ourselves comfortably
land proceeded to watch the sschosen
few who, like ourselves, had selected
this as a nice quiet day for an outing.
AL aboard!'' and away we rushed,
side by side with a train on the Great
Northern for a distance, under the new
Seventh street bridge, on past the
power house, and soon out in the open
country by fields of golden grain ripe
for the harvest, fourishing potato
patches, and poor, belated corn fields
struggling hard to keep up in the race,
with the bluest Of lakes greeting us
upon every hand and the feeciest of
soft, white clouds coquetting with the
sun above us. ..-' ! :-
MAUD Mullero was out at her we'll
known work and the fudge rode by''
comfortably seated on a harvester of
the most approved style, while all ma
ture seemed in time and tune with the
birds. *@ %.@
At Ramaley's Park, White Bear
Lake, the. first stop was made giving
us a view of the ground, new pavilion
and glimpses of the sail-dotted lake,
ripping in the sunlight. A short ride
from this point brought us to the vii
lage of White Bear, a pretty little
town of something like two thousand
inhabitants with it's churches, schools
and stores, pleasantly situated on the
lake, seemingly a most desirable place
to live at any time but particularly so
at this season when all is hustle and
activity. ..-
A distant view of Bald Eagle was OBJ
tanned from the car-window and at
'Gladstone,'' named presumably for
Britain's illustrious premier, the train
stopped for a party of ladies, who, with
a child, stood in waiting. They
seemed undecided, however, as to
whether they wished to go or not and
allowed the train to start up without
them when the frantic cries of the
child and his efforts to free himself
from their clutches drew everybody to
the windows and a second stop was
made, the conductor and brakemen
shouting back to the party to get on'
if they wanted tor Even this
seemed not to be understood, and the
spasmodic efforts of the child continu-
ing, the brakeman rushed to the res
cue and ''helped'' that entire party on
with a vengence, afterward passing
through our car with such glowing
looks in the direction of the ladies that
every bonnet present dropped as if it's
owner were in some way responsible for
the delay
Forest Lake was the next station and
here we were greeted by a party of
friends who were 'srusticating'' at this
quiet little retreat for a few weeks and
! had come to meet the train in an open
hack from the ''Marsh House"
Speeding away with the wishes for a
pleasant day" sounding in our ears,
we soon reached the chain Of lakes
known as Chisago; beautiful sheets OF
water with irregular, wooded shores
and several pretty little villages clus-
tered about them, extending for miles
along the course Of the st. Paul d
Duluth Ry. Chisago, Wyoming, Lind
strom, and Center City were the names
called at these pretty, wayside stations,
and at just eleven o'clock, two hours
from st. Paul, we drew mp at Taylor's
Falls.
!. Glimpses Of the lam and lovely
bits Of the dalles as seen from the cal