Omaha daily bee., 1902-08-31
Musical

ON THE LAKE, Aug. 2e, and by "a
Lake" Aug. 2S.-With the sun dancing on
the waves and the vast expanse Of sun
and sky meeting. as II were, all around
the circumference, one cannot realize that
he is not on the ocean. We have been
staying at the Hotel Del Prado. out on
that beautiful boulevard which runs
through the old historic Midway Of worlds
fair memory. The hotel is full Of south
ern people. II is we'll managed and is a
regular summer resort hotel, not like any
Of the down town ones. The courtesies
extended by Mr.. McGaun-who is always
to be seen. but is not the proprietor-aro
extended in such a way as to make one
feel that the place is being kept open for
his special benefit. 1 strongly recommend
Omaha people In search OF a quiet but
comfortable place, absolutely frst-class,
to try II. The rates are exceedingly rea-
sonable by the week. Il paid full price.
This is not a paid ADVERTISEMENT
I overheard a conversation at a certain
summer resort hotel last night-no matter
where the resort was, l do not wish to be-
come personal-and that conversation was
too funny for even a comic opera. She,
party Of the first part, was a full-blown
furnace, driving hot air into every room,
even the attic. and he was not so slow on
the "underfeed furnace himself. She was
driving tandem with her imagination and
he was a good second. She was begging
him to come and see her when he was in
Florida, as she knew everyone Of impor-
lance In the southern cities, while he,
we'll, he was the confidential adviser Of all
the big ones from J. Pierpont Morgan to
King Ak-sar-Ben. But why dilate7 The
incident impressed me so that 1 was COM
PEELED to break away from my usual habit
Of prose and infiict a few verses on an I'M
suspecting but forgiving public. 1t is a
long time now since l perpetrated any
verse, and so l beg the indulgence Of tho
readers and ask them to drop a tear with
me. OF course all the small resort hotels
have funny episodes and l may have more
of them later. Here's the poetry"
OH! she was an heiress of high degree,
And was bored to death, you know,
With servants and maids and s~ocietee,
So she travelled incognito.
And he was a n~obleman's youngest son.
Who was travelling for his health,
And he languidly talked to the other one
OF the burden of ample wealth.
She was so glad to be free at last
From society's gay leVees,
OF dinners and balls and receptions past,
or the operas and pink teas.
He was so bored with his club and such:
He was sick of Wallets and grooms,
And bothered to death with ever so much,
TIT society man assumes.
They fingered and loitered and chartered SO
Through the length OF the tedious day
He had ''ennui" from his head to his toe,
And she was "ohl so blah-zay."
She hoped he would come to the south OF
When the summer had ceased to be,
Where they'd laugh and they'd sing and
SO gayly dance,
In her villa beside the sea.
He must insist on a winter cruise
on his beautiful private yacht,
Where they'd listen to music and see the
views,
With never a lonesome thought.
But alasl Flirtations must sometimes
stop,
And the summer be no more.
30 she has gone back to the hair-dressine
And heEthe department store.
There was an interesting episode at the
Edelweiss Garden one night last week.
The music Is furnished by members OF the
Thomas orchestra, as usual. There are
about thirty-hve men under the leader
ship Of Mr.. Albert Ulrich. On the occasion
In question Prince Boris, the Russian,
whose name Is so familiar to readers OF
the papers, was present with a party OF
about a dozen. The orchestra played one
number in the program in which was heard
the Russian National Hymn. The party,
which was seated on one of the balconies,
Immediately stood to salute, and did the
same when, later on In the evening, the
"Star-Spangled Banner" was played. I am
ashamed to have to report that the Rus
sian party and your correspondents party
were the only ones In the whole place land
there were about 1000 presently to stand
up for our own beloved national air. !
take of my hat to Mr.. Boris, for he
showed Chicago people ar example. That
could not occur in Omaha. The Omaha
people learned how to express their re-
spect for America and its national music
years ago.
l saw Mr.. and Mrs. Martin Calm at the
Edelweiss, and Mr.. Harry Cockrell, for
merly of Omaha, also Mr.. Godso.
I have fallen from gracel I am playing
p~ing-pongl Don't Judge too harshly. ]
may get over IT.
wish / could sit under this willow
tree, by this small but beautiful lake,
where no one knows me and know no
one, n write music and prose forever
l an at a place where no mail can reach
me and the world is almost shut out.