The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1893-09-19
A Countryman I'm Chicago.

attend to maps and diagrams. You
are growing accustomed to the
surroundings and it Is possible ia
call up your scattered faculties and
take your bearings. To be sure
your vitality is considerably low
cred, but you are i'm as good form
for observation now as You will be
again and you had best arrange
your program of inspection. But
there should be no method in the
ecstasy with which one gloats in
his first impressions of the fair.
You are jaded to the precise
point 1T which a voyage around
the lagoons and ponds in an cleo
trio launch at a cost of fifty cents
will prove q lucky investment.
Those boats arc blissful. 1t is
smooth sailing. You take off your
hat and gentle, soft, poetic breezes
that you read about find their way
through your hair or whiskers and
you lean owe and let your hand
dip in the waters and they are
cool. All your good dreams have
come true. "Not a wave OF trouble
rolls across your peaceful breast"
You forgive your enemies. Forget
tul Of tho work and worry, cares
and disappointment of life, you
feel yourself embarked at last and
floating on q sea of happiness.
Within the next forty-five minutes
you circumnavigate a fairy island
of flowers, foliage and verdure,
but the magic joy of tho moment
betrays you into forgetfulness that
it is not u continent about whose
happy shores you will glide forever.
From the shores of the "main land"
rise white places, cleaning in the
sunlight and towering in the skies.
one by one the boat passes them,
stopping at the marble flights of
steps leading from the green plazas
In front of them to the crystal
waters edge. Now the boat is in
the shadow of some colossal bull
Or buffalo lifelike as if the breath
ing animal had been turned to
stone, now the tinkle of the waters
of a fountain tremble ON the ear
while its spray is waited to your
face, and again the arch of a bridge
above has for an instant banished
and hidden tho vision. On the
boat speeds from palace to mansion
from mansion to castle and from
castle back to palaces more splen-
did than the first until the starting
point is reached again and the pas
sengers sorrowfuIly disembark to
lose themselves in the restless
throng of tired land lubbers.
All over the lagoons swim ducks,
common, plebean, every day ducks,
most of them, who do not seem to
put on airs. Occasionally there
are swans and pelicans, the Ma
wurs, Maharajahs, and other dis
tinguished foreigners of strange
waterfowl regions, who are visitors
to the duckish element of the fair.
Most of the ducks, however, ap-
pear to be of the we'll to do, easy
going kind who live in compare
tive luxury. They are capitalistic
fowls. They do not hustle for a
living. They are perhaps non pro-
ducers. While other ducks, their
equals in intellect and culture, are
industriously laying eggs and
yielding up their bone and flesh to
sweeten the teeth CT plutocrats
these ducks are floating around in
idleness. Many Of them are not
even ornamental. They are fail
ures as dudes. Now and then they
stand on their heads in the water
and turning their tails to the stars
pose as acrobats but their feats are
by no means remarkable. These
ducks are mere tbriftless, silly
aquatic sports, yet they never want
the good things of lite. While my
RAIDS of less fortunate ducks quack
from pole to pole struggling for the
bare right of existence these live
like lordlings on the pap which
tIeir labor has not accumulated.
Such conditions in duckish society
are unnatural and unjust. All
ducks are born free and equal and
are entitled to the same property
and social privileges. 1t is a mon
umental shame that in many
duck communities the volume of
bugs and worms is so restricted
that duck legs are growing thin
and emaciated. Some of these
days an army of disconnected
ducks will swoop down on these
Chicago aristocratic ducks and ex-
pei them from their favored isle
with a clacking which will be
heard from shore to shore of the
lagoon.
If each of my readers wereg gifted
with the imagination Of a Dore to
interpret and / had the genius of a
Dante to paint in words 1t would
be worth while for me to endeavor
to tell of the scene presented by
the "Court of Honor" Illuminated.
The Administration building with
its Offering dome overlooks it,
electric fountains throw streams
of many hued waters and battle in
fire the groups of statuarY at their
feet, the limpid waters of the basin
reflect the shining walls of the pal
ices studded with a million cleo
trio gems, which enclose it, and
from roof to roof above, now fixed
on marble obelisk now on golden
statue, sweep the mighty search
lights like the Cherubim's flaming
sword, Mortals who have not
stood in the midst of its radiance
can form no conception of its
beauty and glory.
There were q hundred and sew
enty-five thousand people with me
the night / saw this. Nobody was
i'll tempered, none perceptibly
DRINK. mot ono In tho crow6 ,oo,