Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1897-05-31
An Interesting and Lively
Filtration With a Giraffe.
Nothing in the World Compares With
London Fog for General Nastiness.
Visit 10 London Chop House -Preparations
Tor Queens Jubilee.
st. AIMS Terrace,

| instantly raised and preparations Were
soon made. You can easily walk; i
| is only a step" smilingly spoke our
| landlady Little did we realize the
! length Of an English step. Like benny
penny, 1--WE gaed and we gaed" till we
met Il fox in the guise of policeman.
| How much farther to the Zoo" we
asked ready to drop with fatigue.
only a step" was the reply. But We
were wise now, and with knowing look
we hailed a bus, seated ourselves with
long drawn sigh of satisfaction when,
loi we were at the Zoo. Down We
clambered, feeling foolish, and with a
sense of kinship went first to look at the
geese. We found the kangaroos partic-
ularly interesting; one immense fellow,
whose keeper had brought him up on
! the bottle, could not be restrained from
showing his affection, whenever the
man came near him. ne would leap
upon him like a dog. tapping his face
and giving every evidence Of fondness.
The baby kangaroos kept playing hide
and seek, darting in and out of the
pouch-like beds, where the mother car
ries her young; their bright beady eyes
and sharp pointed noses gave them the
appearance of young foxes as they
poked their reads out of the pouch
But the gambois OF the kanGaroos. the
antics of the monkeys. were not to be
compared To the destinations Of the
giraffe. We stumbled upon his abode
by accident, and at first thought it
tenantless. but soon perceived his
highness" peering at us from the sky
sF,+ no lnkXfi "a
us, one by one. as II TO measure our
height. But when Dots turn came
there was a marked change; he DELHI
erately turned his profile and Winked
his left eye. as if to say, you'll do.
In vain we each smiled our most en-
gaging smile the long neck kept turn
ing in order To follow the small per
sons every movement, the attraction
was mutual. and it was reluctantly
that we moved on. and broke up one
of the most interesting firtations we
ever witnessed. This way to the in
sect's house" and we looked upon the
living moths Of every species Hitting
about in a may whirl, whose like we
have heretofore been accustomed to
see only when fastened securely with
pins under glass. Not the least of the
attractions of the Zoo are the flower
beds gorgeous with spring blossoms, the
green grass. the beautiful shrubs and
trees that are everywhere present in
England We can hardly accustom
ourselves to this universal verdure;
every tiny house has Il bit of green
growing about it somewhere, if it is
only a small window garden. But why
CT, Trnnlan1 he n garden
The sky is an immense watering pot;
you never stir without umbrella and
gums You place not the least de-
pendence upon smiling sun, for you
know that somewhere behind him
turks a big cloud, that only waits for
you To don best bib and tucker in order
TO try to give you a drenching. Ger
tainly London means to give us a
specimen of all sorts of weather for "
have seen a real November fog. so our
bus driver Informed us as we were
driving down Regent street. We shall
surely recognize ii the next time, with
out an introduction; it wrapped US
round in it's yellowish. smoky atmos
phere; it shut everything from our
sight but the bus next in front of us;
we knew there were hundreds to right
Of us, hundreds to left of us, but not
one could we see. We might easily have
imagined ourselves lin some vast vii
derness," but that suddenly high
through the mist and fog, high above
our heads, on swinging board, We read
the familiar legend Pears Soap and
felt then that we still had a grip on
things terrestrial. AS our bus moved
carefully along. lights began to CLEAN
from shop windows. although it was
only $50 in the morning. Soon the
streets We're Illuminated brilliantly,
but by two o'clock the sun was shining
as brightly as if there never was, never
could be, such thing as fog. We are
told every cause produces an effect:
we positively know the effect of Lon
don fog on clothes: said fog is most
remarkable mud producer, and such
mud such extremely muddy mud. We
never came in contact with; it is active
and impartial beyond expression, and
spread itself evenly and thoroughly
over both boots and skirts; what small
remnant the streets left uncovered the
bus drive home fully finished.
What reader of Johnson. Goldsmith
or Dickens but has resolved on the first
visit to England to see a London chop
house? We have been consumed from
our earliest childhood with an inSatiable
desire concerning chop houses, pork
pie and English buildings. We have
now Investigated all three The pork
pie we pass over in silence; but the
chop house and Eye pudding" we will
describa for he benefit of those
who may come after us. Who has not
heard of "Ye old Cheshire Cheese Chop
House" 145 Fleet street? Imagine four
females eagerly scanning each num-
Der on Fleet street one rainy noon in
search of the above number A halt is
called before a dingy stairway-but it
is not there. Soon we see a dark and
gloomy passage that leads we know
not where: realizing that 'he who hest !
tates is lost" we enter boldly, are met
by one of the pleasantest of English
walters, who politely assures us-"it is |
all right, Madam, quite right, any lad
les come here" We are uShered into !,
the very room where DIR. Samuel john /,
son and his Boswell, with their friends,
ate, drank and made merry years ago.
1t all stands as it has for the past two
hundred years-the low ceiling, the
almost reaching to it. the