The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-07-16
WORLDS FArR SCRAPS.
Bright Bits Picked up by observant
Newspaper Writers.

Newspaper Writers.
Over ia the art palace yesterday. saws
the lnter-Ocean, man and three women
were studying the paintings in the United
States collection. They We're devoting
their time TO that part, evidently. with "a
sort of homesick desire 10 see something
familiar. II is a peculiar fact that visit
ors To the exposition who are little accus-
toned to being away from homeinvariably
look first for something that will remind
them of what they left only a few hours
| before. Complete change Of scene makes
time and distance seem so great. These
people had an absent far-from-home look
! In their faces, manners and clothing. The
women appeared always to be of one
| fancy as they looked and would all stop
together to look at picture. The man
would keep saying;
Come on. come on-that's no good. "
And then he would walk on Finally
one of the women said
Nov, see here, Seth. you Just leave us
alone, and do your own loolin'. We know
what we want to see heap bettern YOU
do"
wal, he said, 81 know how to look at
picters and you don't. | found out that
WINCH NC b1tll bllt VI lllt Judges al our
different county fairs There was one
rule we alters went by. When a picter
tells its own story, it's good. When YOU
have to look in a book to find out what il
IS, it's no good. And you've been looking
in that ere book to find out what all o.
them picters are. Now you Just come on
and look at the picters that tell their own
story and you won't waste any time"
~ don't know but you're right, Seth, ="
said the woman.
And the quartet started down the room
looking for stories from the canvases.
My lrst impulse was to laugh, but the
smile was drowned in a moisture some
where near my eyes The hOmely speech
was full of the pathos of ignorance. What
| artist is there that would not be happy
to know that his brush and soul-thoughts
had told their story without the "a book. -
COULDN'T FIND THE LAGooNs.
On the worlds fair grounds the other
day, Il tall woman with steel-rimmed
glasses went up to the general informa-
ton woman and asked: rs this where
you tell people what they want to know"
Yes maam.n well, I've been looking
for them lagoons I've heard so much
about Can you tell me what building
they are inl"
THE MALAYS IN THE MIDWAY.
The fastidious creature from New York
who was shocked by Chicago people sit
ting on their pOrches would have a stroke
of heart disease if he happened in on
Javanese dinner at the fair, says theInter
Ocean. The liliputians from the east
think dining rooms a great extravaganza,
and they find their verandas good enough
for them. They are shaded by a matched
roof above, and the matted floor makes an
elastic seat when they squat cross-legged.
Their shoes, taken off for comfort, sit
around among the dishes, but little
thing like that doesn't rutfle a Javancse
appetite. Several diners gather around a
single tin basin of rice and curry standing
on the floor between them, and dip up
that delicacy with rude tin spoons con
tributed by orphaned tomato cans, and
when they get tired balancing the
food on the slippery pieces of tin they
go for that dish with little black hand
and five fingers. The JaVanese drink cof-
fee brought from home, and their cups
are Joints of bamboo, neat ana simple
contrivance. Since coming to Chicago
these pigmies contracted the reprehensi-
BILE habit of eating bread. A loaf is
broken into pieces, which are dumped
into basin, and each person grabs a
hunk which may be nearly as large as
his head. and of course, has no butter.
The floor is the table, the tin and the
bamboo dishes are scattered about pro-
miscuOusly, every one reaches for what
he wants, there is no ceremony, and the
brownies" keep up merry chatter
These people say they are Malays
There is peculiar impression III America
that all Malays are confirmed pirates
who revel in gore, but few minutes at
dinner with the party at the fair will
probably knock that idea into mis-
taken past. The Javanese on the Mid
way are as amiable group of
pirates as ever cut throat, or
Scuttled a ship" They make
friendly advances with the remark:
Like Chicago, very good Chicago - smile
good naturcdly and tender some of their
peculiar cigarettes, which are covered
with thin bamboo leaf held in place by
d bit of Irvine. They give the Javancse
names of the objects lying about, and in
pantomime ask for the English equivalent.
The women are bright-eyed little things
not bit shy, and bent on learning English
by asking the names of things. They
wear a single piece of cloth for a jacket,
and another strip, wrapped around the
body and tucked in at the loins, answers
for shirt. They eat among the men
and are full of smiles that reveal their
teeth. The girls have white, regular
molars, but among the women some of
the teeth seem to have been worn off the
gums, leaving black stumps.
THE WORLDS FAIR GIRLS.
"Uncle John" Thorpe's roses are not
the only poisoning things at jackson
park these days, says the Tribune Pretty
girls, from all over the country, are deck
ing themselves daily in the dainty spring
gowns, and filling the wide avenues be-
tween the white palaces with spots of
color. AS a rule, the women who come
to the exposition accommodate their at
tire to the hard work of sightseeing.
They wear heavy and comfortable
walking shoes, and broad-brimmed
straw hats that at once protect
the eyes and the complexion from the
sun.
Until the hot weather of the last week
blue serge, made into Elton Jackets and
loose sailor skirts, has been the favorite
material, but the June weather has
brought out a wide variety of dainty
stuffs One beautiful woman who spent
yesterday at the park wore a complete
suit of spotless white duck. Even her
shoes were white, and a white parasol,
white gloves and a white hat made the
outfit complete. More suitable, however,
was the costume of blue-eyed young
woman, who was gowned all in soft
shades of tan and golden brown. She
was like vision of harvest days wander
ing among the blossoms of June. Almost
every girl who comes to the park wears
dainty shirt waist of some cool, light