Birmingham state herald., 1895-12-15

shows On either side of you are queer places you are vehemently invited to enter-liying pictures, Hazenbecks anl- mals, ice palaces, plantation cabins, mys- tic mazes, Moorish palaces, Chinese peau- ty shows, Romare's illusions, merry-go- rounds and every other device of cum ming but comprehending men The Fer ris wheel calmly reVolYes amid the con fusion, too elevated to be disturbed Dy such earthly sounds. In front or lhe Moorish palace sit three musicians, Who always attract crowds by their excellent performances. One of these singers IS young boy of about IA years of age, Wltn the most marvellous voice imaglnaple' Its vibrant tones magnetic you, Whether you love music or not, and you ma upon inquiry that the musical critics who nave heard him are as enthuSeu With hls i"ie gift as you are. ~
 Tn front of you, at one end of the Mid way a huge gate bears the inscription, "Streets of Cairo" and if you go Wltn the moving crowd you will soon De Wlth- in the mysterious portals, and In the midst of the widest crowd on the expo sition grounds. Egyptian booths filled with quaint wares are on either sloe of this street, and patient-looking camels and suffering donkeyS are ridden and driven through this queer mart. Men and women who feel they must thor oughly do" the exposition mount the
  the onlookers, and when the Egyptian driver sings out Lean away back, they make a supreme effort to bring into play American grace and agility upon the beasts, who have calmly looked upon the pyramids of ancient Egypt. But to no purpose, for lean in whatever dlrec- lion YOU please the effect is always the same; there is neither grace nor beauty in the effort but apparently much una dulterated fun, certainly to us who looked on.
 In the streets of Cairo is a theater where the famous and infamous coochee- coochee dance is given in all its shame lessness and disgusting horror. The ac- ton of the Georgia legislature few weeks ago for awhile regulated this per formance somewhat, but it is again at it's height, aye, it's depth of human de- praVity.
 The Confederate relics building is al- ways crowded with an eager throng or humanity. The torn and tattered battle flags. the rusty pathetic guns, the war time dresses, the palmetto straw hats, the military orders, portraits of glorious southern heroes, and hundreds Of re- minders of period which grows more luminous as the years advance. are ten derly viewed by thousands each day. There is never noisy buzz of conversa- ton in the room, but as you enter the door the sacredness of the place possesses you and a solemn hush impels to silence. There are many souvenirs of President Jefferson Davis, including his cradle, and a portrait of Hon. Alexander H. Stephens. But of all the relics, beauti- ful in their sacred traditions, the faded gray jackets and the empty, rust-eaten canteens perhaps touch the deepest chords of your nature. As you gaze upon them you can picture the brave, glorious southern men, who wore their jackets upon bloody fields, who endured the heat and the cold and well nigh starved be- cause of principle and right. Fevered lips have quenehed their thirst from these same canteens, and many a we'll aimed bullet has been stopped on it's mission of death by them. The exposi- ton without the Confederate relics would have been an incomplete display of southern force and southern power.
 Maryland day, Saturday, December r. was one of perfect temperature and of gorgeous pageant. The civic and mili- tary display was one of the most impos- ing witnessed in Atlanta since the open ing of the exposition. There were two regiments of Maryland troops in gray uniforms, besides naval reserves, mag nificent regimental bands and drum corpS Governor Brown and his staff and