The Washington times., 1903-08-09

car go by. His face is sunburned and
he has the unwrinkled brow of the mau
who lives apart from the cares of the
city. HARLEM is proud of its dairies,
and the greater number of its residents
are dairymen. who supply q large share
OF the city's milk, butter, and cream.
On you go. and pass the big District
reservoir. with its long stretch of whito
fence and gatehouse with battlemented
towers.
A Glimpse of the Potomac.
Beyond the canal the river flows.
growing larger and running swifter ev-
cry mile The northern bank. along
which the car is flying, slopes gradually
TO the water, but the southern has i'm
posing palisades, rising sheer out of the
river to a height of 200 feet AS the
car whips in and out among the fra
grant branches of the trees, you can no
tice how coquettish the Potomac is,
spreading out it's broad sheets of
quiet water, smooth as any mirror, or
gathering itself together for leap and
roaring over a rocky passage.
Row boats and canoes ply up and
down. anchoring under the high rocks
in the cool shade and trying each 9th
er's speed in the stretches of still wa
ter. Now and then you can see a lusty
young fellow. his sleeves rolled up,
sending his boat flying through the wa
ter. while the behanneled girl in the
stern sheets attends to the steering.
he frfr h. 60
dashes over a deep gorge. the music of
wheel on track grows to a roar. and a
stream fecked with foam tumbles and
writhes over the rocks.
"AH Of for the Bridge"
Now for a fast run of couple of
miles IN the bracing air and under the
shade OF the deep woods. Listen to the
automobile on the Conduit Road, above
US. "O-o-o-o-o-t, o-o-o-o-ti" the car
keeps up with the machine pretty well
until a clear stretch o. straight road
opens out before it, and the chauffeur
turns on his high speed. Then you get
one sight OF a long, red auto, slim !
built. like a racer, with a pair of !
great, glaring eyes; there is a puff of
dust, and the car might as we'll be
standing in the yard for all catching |
the auto is concerned. But we are go
ing. though.
Take OFF your hat, Sammy and en- |
Joy the breeze. What do we care? To- |
morrow's pay day"
Round this curve, and we draw up be- /
hind half a dozen cars. There is the |
steel bridge-a short cut to the grounds |
gay with blue and red electric lights |
and looking fraH alongside of the great /
stone arch above il. Join the merry /
throng that passes over the steel bridge /
It is a cosmopolitan crowd. old ladies' /
and Older gentlemen who seem almost /
young again; romping children; the I
young fellow and his lady fren:" the /
bank clerk with stopped shoulders; the /
saleslady from the department store, /
with the Ioftiness of the fioorwalker; /
young gentlemen in smart white canvas 4
hats and tennis shoes, crowds of gig |
Cling girls. who have even managed 10 .
draw a smile from their chaperon-on /
they 90. everybody on the lookout for |
chance 10 get a hearty lsugh-a crowd !
Of pleasure seekers who have left all /
memory of the days work and its wor-
ries behind in the city, where they be-
long. On they move between the bright |
eIectrics. and from afar comes the cry
of the "taffy man" lifted up in praise
of his wares.
Within the Grounds.
His is the first stand you pass on en-
tering the grounds. In a white apron
and a tall white hat he stands by a Ions
table and cuts the broad sheets OF candy
into inch blocks. a crowd OF admiring
boys who have squandered their last
penny on taffy stand near and watch the
taffy cutter with adoring eyes. But he
is not disturbed. not he. His long knife
flashes up and down as he draws crisis
cross lines over the dazzling white sur
face. How these boys stare at this old
gentleman as he comes up TO buy some
OF that taffy and how they are aston
ished 10 hear him say: a quarters
worth" /
But here is one OF the main attrac-