The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1900-09-08

knowledge, but ask you to kindly
spare the bouquets, or rather the
criticisms for presuming to write in
rhyme or jingle.
MY BROTHER JIM
My brother Jim has been across the sea
To see the worlds great sights fer him and me-
He's seen 'cm, | guess, by the way he talks,
BY his Paris style and his English walks
Our jim went abroad to pol his mind,
And study the dongs of al, mankind.
But I'm a.thnkn, though he's been to Rome
He's not much bigger than he was at home
Jim's brilliant, they say, but lie don't know
much
But ''rcadin and writin' and books and SUCH"
He can't pillow, nor plant, nor harness a mule
pity the boy what only knows school,
He went abroad when he finished college,
To back up books with practical knowledge;
But in England, Holland or Belgium,
lie was just the same lad he was at home.
Jim's crossed over seas and climbed the noun.
tans;
He's rcvclod in art and drunk at fountains;
Hes stroled the villas and sailed the broad
lakcs
Studied, fcastod and learned from all that makes
A broad, big man out'en natural stuff.
Takin' care Of the farm is sometimes tough;
But man like Jim pays fer all I've done
He's a nice young laddie abroad or home
The people gather just to hear jim talk;
They push me aside, and over me walk;
But laugh within and enjoy the fun,
For they do not know Jim and | are one.
We're different men, as the world can see,
But as much alike as alike can be-
We work together in different spheres,
And our hearts keep tune through the passing
years.
Jm's surface manners arc we'll civilized
And his sub-son nature is fcrtili2cd.
The world reads his books and reapS his talents
see in him the soul of his parents.
| When God took our mother | took our Jim
And worked night and day to cdicatc him.
| He don't forget, and when we're all alone
Jim's the same sweet boy of our childhood home
SOUTHERN ITALY.
Amidst the solemn hush which fell
upon Ihe industrial and commercial
| life of Milan at the news of Humbert's
death, the cries of the news carriers
selling the morning papers lined with
! great black borders, and the droop-
| ing flags of the stripes and cross fes-
| tOOned with crepe, emblcms of a ma
! tiOn's sorrow, we left that city for a
| tour of southern Italy. Along the way
we note the types of Roman life
Buildings great and small, bearing
| signs of art. Some homes were fres-
| coed, bits of carving, sculpture,
| statues, or some semblance of art in
| every direction, even in very humble
| homes and obscure places. Great
| stone highways, cultivated farms, ex-
! tensive vineyards, but primitive i'm
! plements of agriculture. The OK teams
are abundant, not only among the
peasantrY but they are seen in all
| the Italian cities.
| We pass the town where ST. Angus
| tine was born. At noon we arrive at
| Genoa, the birthplace of CHRISTOPHER
| Columbus. AS we enter the town the
| CannOns from the fortificatiOns thun-
| der the national salute of one hum
| dred guns in memory of the king.
| Near the station in a large plaza lis
a magnificent statue of Columbus, and
my ever-ready camera seized a photo
| graph for future service.
On we go to Pisa, passing through
| 1O6 tunnels, several of them being two,
| three or four miles I'm length. The
| building of this railroad was a Won
| derful feat of engineering skill. Most
OF the railroads in Europe are owned
and operated by the several govern
ments. The service is prompt, the ac-
cidents are few, but the accommoda-
tions and apartment cars are abom-
| Unable. All along the way we can
see the century plants in bloom. We
pass chapels, converts and burial
| places studded with their myriad Of
| crosses. Many shrines, beautifully
| frescoed, are seen, earth's resting
places for priest or peasant, and where
pious loved ones come to pray.
THE MEDITERRANEAN
Now we get our first glimpse Of the
Mediterranean sea, and skirt it's rock
bound coast for many miles. At Pisa,
ancient, dirty and poor city, rich only
in it's cathedral and memories, we stop
a while to visit its sacred temple and
wonderful leaning tower. Here Calico
lived and wrought QUE great problems
in the world Of science. The cathedral