St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-08-17
Scenes by the Way and How
the People Enjoyed Them
selves.
DR.. True, Of Rochester, N. Y,
Touches Up Our Boosted
Civilization
George H. Warren, an Old
Pioneer, Joins the Ranks
of the Hajority.

If the weather is pleasant, the people
with one common. popular impulse,
make rush for a Sunday outing. The
conditions were right yesterday. The
temperature, in the crowded city was
oppressive, aud everybody yearned for
breath of country air that
had not been contaminated by
infection. The opportunities at
fforded- will not crafty this desire in
the fullest sense. A trip to an inter
urban beauty spot or rus-urban seclu-
sion is all that is offered the swelterlng
city thrOng on such Sunday.
The street cars-the electric and the
cable lines furnish the popular mode
of transportation to these objective
points within a radius of ten miles IN
nearly every direction.
But the street car service was greatly
inadequate to the task given the system
YESTERDAY to care for the multitudeS
that longed to flee from the insutferable
temperature ard humidity of such a
day. Every outgoing car throughout
the day, or up to a very late hour, was
a scene, all by itself, of crushed
humanity. People crowded in and
packed the cars as though their saliva
ton depended upon their getting away
from the ScoTching and smotherlng heat
of the city. Many went TO the lakes,
others to the parks, but Minnehaha re-
ceived its full share of attertion-per-
haps more than its just quota.
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A GLOBE reporter made the trip in a
circuitous way-and it Is becoming
quite q fad. by the way, to take this
route-gOing by the iIterurban line
around up to Minneapolis and thence
by the Minnehaha electric line to the
classic shades of the historic falls. 1t
was not exactly delightful ride in the
crowded car, although it was an open
affair, and the reporter was not in the
sweetest possible mood when he saluted
the transfer man at the corner of Wash
ihgtOn and First avenue south.
Transfer for Minnehaha." he asked.
''Hain't got nOne," Savagely retOrted
the transfer man.
Where can l get it?'' persisted the
reporter, bat the transfer man turned
away with contempt and seOrn.
please, mister. will you kindly an
swer my question:" pleaded the help
less reporter.
Where yer frOm?"
''St. Paul"
Cant get no transfer for Minnehaha
in this town." and lie turned away
again.
~
The reporter had inadvertently given
himself away. In Minneapolis they
don't call for a transfer TO a certain line,
as is the custom in st. Paul, and the i'll
slant the august transfer man heard the
first request Transfer for Minnehaha."
| he chuckled to himself There's st.
| Paul guy. and won't get it.
The ride was resumed on a car that
was more densely packed than the in
terurban had been. Everybody in Min
| neapOlis seemed bent in that direction.
! Every street corner along the route was
! Ornamented by gathering numerous
enough in each instance to pack train.
Minnehaha-the poets dream. i'm
| mOrtaliZed by Americas transcendent
! genius LOngfellOw-the pride OF the
state, is the romantic. the ideal beauty
| spot of the continent, and it is
in its regal glory now. Not because of
| the volume of water that flows over the
| precipice. and goes tumbling and purling
Overi and among the stones to the bosom
of the Father of Waters; for the water
that ornaments the picturesque glen
now is merely an apology. To preserve
the lakes that fed this little stream, the
waterflOW is shut of. But the grandeur,
| the most artistic and realistic touches
of natures queen-they are all there,
and ones Imagination is quickened, and
! no description should be condemned by
the cynie as hyperbole.
~
The many acres that now compose
| Minnehaha park were scenes of ANNA
! ton. Men. women and children, repre-
senting every station and condition of
life, were drinking in with delirious de-
| light the beauties that surrounded
them. The park next the railroad has
been graded, adorned and circled with
easy walks, and leading deep down into
| the beautiful wooded and rocky glen,
through which the little stream trickles
to the Mississippi, are multitudeS of
stairs of easy descent and ascent.
~
The soldiers home. What a fitting
resting place for the sturdy-hearted
| patriots who lost health or limb in the
service of the nations proud emblem
| And they appear to appreciate the value
of this retreat. They were lounging
about, basking in the sunlight or shell
! tered by the gracious branches of the
native oaks and cottOnwoods- according
! to individual moods and all seemed
inspired by the romantic surroundings
and rejuvenated. although three score
and ten rough and merciless years have
passed over many of their snOw-white
heads. They have modern convenience
/ and flower gardens. the fruit of their
personal Iabors, Ill the air with sweet
! perfume.
! OUR CHERISHED SINS.