Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1903-04-03

been seated, the grand organ struck
up Happy Days in Dixie" and the
services had opened. The preacher
was big, handsome man, with a dia-
mond sparkling on his expansive shirt
bosom. He did not preach of eternal
damnation, sulphur and birthstone, as
the preachers did at the Methodist
church in olympia in other days; he
took the latest scandal and picked it
to small pieces, and then patched
it up, and then sat down, while some
fellows in white shirts and scare
away pants started around with 4
silver-platte apiece to take up the
collection. | was sorry | had not
joined the church before, it was as
good as theater. II there was any
thing doing, all you had to do was to
60 to church and hear it presented
in sixteen ways, each different from
the other and all very liberal.
After while, everybody got on his
knees and prayed that the Lord would
help the poor people to get on the
right road and to clothe and feed them
and make them happy. These same
people would pray and howl for the
Lord to do something for the poor, but
they did darned little themselves. AS
some Of them passed out OF their fine
church poor woman in rags held out
her hand and begged for few pennies
to keep life in her tired body. These
men and women folded their fine gar
ments around their well-fed bodies,
shrugged their shapely shoulders, and
said, "Oh, how pity that poor wo-
man." but never a cent did they give
her. 1t i. as if this poor woman were
starving, and would 60 to the baker
with an appeal for bread, and the
baker would take loaf OF bread and
rub the outside Of her stomach with
the loaf and then takes the loaf back
into the shop again.
When the services we're over the
ladies all stood and looked at each
other, to see who had the prettiest
dress and the latest creation OF hats,
the men looked bored. They were
thinking about the latest deal, and
who they might catch on the short
end OF the market the next week.
These men slave seven days in the
week. Their brain is never still. 1t
is the chase OF the dollar that keeps
them busy. They may have millions,
but the more they get the more they
want. Some day they will break down
and take to their bed. Some night
later they will pass away to a land
where they need nothing and can take
nothing with them. The next day
the sun will rise the same, the river OF
life glide on as ever. Perhaps their
business friends make or lose q few
thousands in stocks on account of
their death; the whirr of the great
city rolls on, like some mighty mon
ster seeking to devour all and each re-
sumes his chase for the elusive dol
lar.
l was happy as a museum freak.
| had no work, and was in the glitter
and glare of a great city. All the
time, the only thing that hung as a
cloud over my happiness was that the
fat woman had fallen in love with ME.
/ knew that if ever made mash it
would be big one, and now l mad a
mash on my hands. began to fear
she would turn her appetite over for
me to fill. l was scared for fear she
would sit on me, by mistake, and
would be- carried to the undertakers a
thin hattened mass resembling Ger.
man hapjack.
l spent all my spare time walking
around the city. New York is a great
city. Just think OF getting on street
car and travelling ~ or 15 miles, and
seeing the houses. side by side. all this
distance and the streets crowded with
people OF all nationalities, and all
along this distance the roar is some
thing terrific. To a stranger it is like
the hum of hive of giant bees.
New York city was settled in the
year by Peter Ducanspittle. That is,
Peter traded a plug hat and his good
will to the Indians for Manhattan
island, and got fair bargain. Later
England attempted to bluff Peter out;
but Pete stood pat. That is, or was,
the start of New York city. Acro..
from New York lies Brooklyn, a city
almost as large as New York; the
only difference between the two cities
when l was there, was that it was two
cents on the ferryboat, or swim.
These great ferryboats churn the water
night and day. The docks and water.
front of the tide-bound frontier of
New York city are the most interest.
ing study in the marine line that it
has ever been my good fortune to be-
hold. For miles along the waterfront
lay ships of all sizes, and from every
sea under the sun. A giant ocean
liner comes into the hsrbor. When
she gets in the neighborhood of her
dock half dozen putting, painting
little tugs crowd around her, like lit
ter OF pigs, they push and wheeze until
the liner is into her slip. The great
liner is then at rest, after her throb-
bing, pushing, racking journey across
the Atlantic ocean. A big excursion
steamer goes swinging around the bat
terry, her flags flying in the breeze,
with people clustered on her decks
like flies on a lump OF sugar. Her
steam calliope is playing some popular
air. She is bound for Concy Island,
Rockway Beach, or some of the many
resorts near New York city. There
are big ferryboats that carry a whole
train OF cars, engine and all that 60
pushing over Jersey-way with great
white bone of foam under their nose.
Other boats give them sea way. An
alarm Of fire on the water front brings
the fire boats and police boats up in q
hurry. They come rushing up the
river, shrieking warning roars, to the
other boats to clear the way. AS they
60 tearing up the river, vomiting
black smoke out of their stacks. With
their sirens roaring and the other ves-
sells clearing the way, it is grand
sight. These fire boats throw a stream
OF water strong enough to knock a
house down. A little tow boat comes
down East river with a string of canal
boats behind her. Ahead OF her, in
a