Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1903-04-17

CapitaI-lts Antiquity and Some of II,
observation-disclosures Speiler for a Hair
Dye Vender-Tires of the Great City and
Seeks New Scenes es-ResoIves to Return to
Gods Country" in the Museum.
PART
London, next to Peking, China, is
one of the oldest cities in the world.
London was a town long before the
Roman conquest, its real origin being
lost in the mists of antiquity. What
impresses stranger in London are the
solid, massive buildings. Westminster
Abbey is, with the exception of the
Tower of London, the most famous of
all buildings in this great city. Here
are the tombs of saints and queens of
the dim and by-gOne ages. Many Of
the great stained-glass windows are
very pretty. The House OF Parliament
is also a grand building. 1t was in
1908 that an attempt was made to
destroy thi. building with gunpowder.
a cellar under the House of Lords
was hired, barrels of gunpowder were
stored in it, and everything was ready
to raise the House OF Parliament over
into Moon avenue, but, at the last
moment, the King happened to get
thirsty and went down into the cellar.
He held a candle in one hand and q
resolve to get skate" on in the
other. Tapping a barrel the King
filled his cup with powder; finding it
dry drink, he held the candle too
close and is royal 'ighness blew back
up stairs. That night, every Irishman
in London, with the exception of
Saint Patrick, was drawn and quar-
tered and hung on Goblin Tower.
l was walking down the street one
day, near the railroad station, and
seeing every one standing with an
Attention" look on them, l did the
same. In few moments a carriage
dashed by guarded by outriders. There
we're couple of ladies in the carriage /;
one was Queen Victoria, the grandest
and noblest Queen England has ever
had, who died beloved by every nation
under the sun.
One thing that surprised me was
that in London the bar-keepers are all
girls. These girls serve drinks over
the bar everywhere. One afternoon I
went into one of these public houses
and ordered a drink OF "alf.an' ali" J"
This drink is half "booze," the
other half is the same. After the
pretty brunette barmaid had coaxed
me into taking several drinks, l began
to feel seasick; then l remembered
what my dear mother had told me as
she kissed me a parting farewell on my
long journey. She said: "You must
never drink Intoxicating liquors, Willie
dear. II you do, never under any cir
cumstances, mix your drinks; take
your booze straight" A platoon ol
Scotland Yard officers held my hotel
still until got into its quivering doors
that day; then l began to see and rea'
lize what it was to be Royal Booze
maker to lis 'ighness, the King ol
Drunks.
Rotten Row, on fine day, is grand
sight. Carriage after carriage OF the
nobility-dukes, duchesses, earls, lords
sirs, ladies-in. waiting, ladies-in.a-hur.
ry, Purveyors to 'er Majesty the Queen
Masters OF the Deer Hounds, Masters
of the Hunt, and on foot Gentlemen
OF the Bed Chamber, footmen, Wallets,
outriders on foot, Cockney's Irishmen
Scotch, Jews, Americans, and a speci'
men from all nations-parade Rotten
Row to see and be seen.
There was an American in London
who was selling, or trying to sell, g
hair-restorer. It was warranted to
grow hair on q window.pane, if used
according to directions, but he was
having hard luck. This man, when
met him, agreed to give me half OF the
profits from the sale of this hair -jerker
providing did the selling. We hired
carriage and four outriders, and
paraded the streets of London. twill
linger long in my memory, this parade
in the streets of the oldest city in the
world, with one exception.) We Gre
ated a tremendous sensation. You
see, the Sultan of Johoree was due in
London about that time. As his com.
ing had been heralded in the papers
for months, the people were on the
qui vive for this great ruler. The
papers had described him as q wild
untamed savage; that he had blue
eyes, was of light complexion and
wore long hair. This fitted me to
dot. You see my early museum train
ing had helped me a great deal, fol
l had spent the night before our par
ade in fixing up my hair in gun
araborsia, so it bulged like a lop-sidet
bay.stack. When we got into Rotten
Row l was mistaken for the grea
Sultan Of Johoree. Hats went OF
from the occupants OF passing car
riages aud from the walks, and th'
cry was ais 'ighness, the Sultan
Was l scared? Well I guess yes.
was afraid some crank would drop q
keg of powder into the carriage ant