The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-09-19
!orresponasnes Of The journal.

Correspondence Of The Journal.
St. Louis, Sept. 1S.-We are tired, for
the time being, of the dazzling Ivory
City" few hours amid It's gigantic
splendors overwhelnl the most receptive,
mind; let us go over the pike" and see
what Is doing We find plenty to occupy
us, for, mind you. the pike Is mile
long. lined on each side with reproduce
tions Of life from the five continents; and
It cost s5,ooo,ooo. Yet for the millionth
OF this ten tons Of gold, only ''v'' we
can enjoy the whole as if it were our
very own Above our heads Is Renling-
tons life sized statue Of four hilarious
cowboys on Looping broncos Shooting up
the town.. Taking our cue from this.
We try the first fantastic entrance on our
right. ss$
Spain! What has become Of staid st.
Louis? Here we are in the land Of the
Dons. A fawn-eyed senorita droops her
silken lashes at US, and, clicking her cast
anets, resumes her dance to the soft tink-
ling Of the guitar. Carmen holding a red,
full blown rose between her teeth OF
flashing pearl, offers us Spanish coffee and
q. cigaret. A swarthy gypsy from BARGE
Iona holds our hand and while we sip and
smoke, coyly unfolds the roll Of fate. We
cross her palm with silver. But we are
restless and Spain. enticing US to hnger
IN the musical quiet. IS not ALL
Crossing the Pike to the other side
We take the train--to where? Why this
growing child? Who are those bearded,
long coated men? Cossacks Of Siberia
Russian tea with lemon, Russian tobacco,
seal skin, Ice, snow, frost, and the strange
cars flying at seventy miles an hour. We
alight In far, strange land, the country
of the great white ozar. A jingling sleigh
drawn by three shaggy, jumping ponies.
speeds us from mart to peasant hut, from
Cossaok camp to imperial palace. Goodby
polar bear and now for sunny France.
Ali Paris. We left New York. was 1t a
shipwreck? Did we sink? Yes. but went
right on over the sea bottom. the water
rushing by our state room windows. Fishes
peeped in with date-like eyes, monsters Of
the deep writhed and struggled, the shark.
the devil fish, tn sea serpent and our old
friend McGinty. Before we could really
make up our minds to drown, we splash
out at gay Paree. We all know Paris
the silk, the jewels, the glitter and the
life We enjoy the whirl Of the French
apital. and step aboard ship once more.
Up, we go! Was ever there such ship
before? Just now 1t was rolling beneath
1.-THE waves. now it scars thousands Of feet
Into the air. Paris sinks beneath us,
growing to dolls town that vanishes
over the horizon. We are on an air ship,
and caught in the flaming, crashing vortex
| of terrific thunderstorm, miles above the
earth. This ceases; then comes the serene
rush over blue, sunlit, wrinkled sea be-
low. Inc sun goes down, the staIS come,
we are floating in the calm midnight with
the earth a golden ball, miles away.
New York, all out!'
q Rubbing the star dust out OF our eyes,
ave stare around Whyl It is the same
old pike" Where have we been? Only
taking in IA Trip to Paris" Well, let's
try another A riot! Look outl Pistol
shots-oh, get outl That is the Lillipu-
tian naval battle. Here we see two fleets,
fleets, each vessel the size Of a large row
boat but exact reproduction in minia-
ture Of warship. Concealed inside of
each Is a man to run it and operate the
guns. Sitting at ease In the shade we
watch these baby fighters of the sea. The
two fleets, using every means known to