The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-01-14
THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, JANUARY IA. 1894.

l believe that there are very few things
that woman is not fitted TO undertake,
and for the few there is the least num-
Der of things in which she is calculated
TO excel man that the balance is more
than even in her favor
A troop Of soldiers, with beating drums,
came marching down Michigan avenue
They were returning from Mayor Harri-
sons funeral Mr.. Stead looked thought
fully out of the window Sad he said,
and yet that very act has immortalized
Carter Harrison. II is one of the risks
that any man runs who becomes much
spoken Of But the risk is mot so great
as many suppose 1t is only one here and
there that is made a target of.
NEW YORK LIKE ST. PETERSBURG
"What do l think of America When
arrived in New York 1 felt as if had
seen the. place before; there was a IA
miliarity in the streets, in the appearance
of the people, in the tramways and the
pavements. ! tried 10 locate it. Surely
I had never been in America before. Rus
sia-ah, there il was; such a counterpart
of St. Petersburg, so much alike in the
pink and opal atmosphere, the frosty
sunshine air, the people, the streets, the
traffic l even looked about me in the
restaurants in surprise in not hearing the
Russian language spoken. The parallel
was even kept up on the way to Chicago.
We passed through fat, rolling country,
whose houses were of frame, whose woods
were full of ruts, with the wagons now
on one side and then on the other, and no
good roadway save when frozen in winter,
and the cattle were scrawny like those in
Russia. There were not the houses of
stone, and the smooth. well-kept roads of
England and the continental Europe. 1t
was Russia over again, with the houses of
wood and level country"
docs the comparison keep up in Chi
cagol"
Il have only been here thirty hours,
and all / have seen of Chicago was a
three hours perambulating of its crowded
streets this morning. l found your people
disposed to butt one out of the way with
something like the rush of rain. 1 was
much interested in studying your people
as they gathered along the sidewalks,
waiting on the funeral cortege. 1t was
decidedly English crowd. l saw few of
the foreigners that are said to make up
much of your population. l heard little
Irish accent and no Scotch. l was sur
prised in hearing your negro people using
such good English, with but little Afri-
can accent. The homage to your dead
mayor was remarkable, but what struck
me as so different from England was
that along the route of the procession
there was so little visible sign of mourn
ing.
ARTISTIC EFFECTS OF THE EXPOSITION.
'Do you know how 1 shall Judge the ar
tistic effect of the exposition upon the
people of this country7" said MIR. Stead.
Let me tell you. l will come here in
twelve months and ask one question.
Have you hanged or burned in the public
squares the fellow who makes Puner's
little liver pills and Pluff's sarsaparilla2 q
Curious question, amt it2 But l went
up the Hudson river the other day.
Everywhere the artistic effect of some
great overhanging crag was mArred by
the lurid advice, For that tired feeling
take Bluffs sarsaparilla, 100 doses 81.
l came to Chicago. On barns and fences
liver pills and sarsaparilla stare at me
through the car windows. / sit here in
my window, looking at that lake, and l
get shiver, for there on that old build
ing beyond those cars Puff is telling me
in ten-foob, fierY-colored letters that his
'sarsaparilla is the best The other fell
low will probably put up his tired -fehing'
sign out on that breakwater beyond.
IF you Americans don't draw and
quarter these fellows without benefit of
clergy the artistic effect of the art expo
sition will get no farther than those meg
nificent buildings. Recently the Hvor.piil
man has got hold in England, and as one
journeys TO Stratford-on-A Avon preparing
his mind with the associations of Shake
speare's home there in the meadows near
the bard's home the little liver pill is ex-
toled in an acre sign. Why I'd sooner
die of dyspepsia than to be cured by that
CLOVIS stuff"