Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1904-07-07
Sketch From a Diary.

WYNN 1CosoL AAso WI
descended (?) to visit that western
village, st. Louis. 1t was on ac-
count of the persistent entreaty of
friends that he came, AMI incl
dentally to SEE the Fair. His
friends, with due concern, and
some little anxiety, advised the
dangers of the waters of the Mis-
sissippi; of the smoke and SCOT of
the city; of the intolerable heat of
that Worlds Fair town Presidents
of our city haven't even thought of
a hot day yeti. Notwithstanding
the warnings, Sir Boston arrived,
and a merry chase we led him.
The New Highlander may look wise,
stand back, wonder how it all
happened, but when he has a Mis-
sourian to ''show him. he is pretty
apt to find out a few things, some
of which he never knew before.
Our enthusiasm was at high
tide, and the State buildings were
the first presented. We could
scarce resist the temptation to take
MIN to Missouri's building first,
but then ~politeness forbade, and
to Massachusetts, we launched.
By this time Sir Boston was
wondering where we had slowed
away the palace of fine arts, edu-
ton, machinery hall, ETC., of which
he had read. We did not want to
appear too anxious, SO went
through several State buildings
before coming to u own. All,
this, he thought, must be the
Government building, but we said,
"Come and see." Proudly we led
him to the main entrance, then
through the great parlors and
presently under the gilded dome
where the cooling fountain plays.
All this before we moved him.
But here, we touched his latent
bump of enthusiasm, and he muir
INJURED forth praises quite BETTING
the occasion. A turn into the
council chamber, its harmonious
hangings and great comfortable
chairs, with decorations dear to
masculine heart, and we felt we
had won point two. After this the
wall of reserve rapidly crumbled.
Ct thinkit was the Missouri atmos-
phere).
Now, do you know, before | saw
the ''sunken gardens" | had the
most absurd ideas about them
Thought you would go out be-
tween the great white palaces, and
find, like around the lower part Of
the Federal building down town.
a great strong iron fence. And tc
see the beauties of this garden ]
would have to peer down into a
sort of box-shaped pit, and catch
the sweet perfume, and wonder at
the marvellous radiancy of color
from afar. Much to my delight ]
found it easily accessible, rows Of
comfortable benches on either side.
with a fine view of the Govern
ment building to the south. Here
we mot Sir Boston-wouldn't run
if he could) found a delightful
seat, shady side, and after a lively
sprint, secured it. There were
plenty seats. We needed one big
enough for four. Two girls spied
it. They only needed room fol
two. 1t required this particular
spot to show the gardens off prop
erly. Then have you noticed tina
peculiar red which peeps through
the columns on the liberal arts
building, how it harmonizes with
the flowers and green sward? The
mines and metallurgy building
had to be visited, for we wanted tc
show Iron county's rocks and
minerals. We pointed out the
elephant rock among other things.
the picture of which is q little toe
high for close inspection in that
section. In turn our friend wished
to show US the products and
mineral wealth of Massachusetts
We walked and walked. All we
found was mt little globe of pol
ished granite. But it was in the
educational palace where the little
State, of which Boston is tho
center, shone out most brilliantly
1t takes on SO much more interes'
when some n you know, Of
knows your friend, has painted a
picture, or moulded a figure. Here
he explained this piece of work,
and that fine sketch or photograph,
relating little incidents connected
with places and scenes, until we
heard the tramp of the Jefferson
guards and saw the iron bolts slip
ping in place to hold secure the
treasures until next day.
There is the incest place on the
upper floor of the cloister east side
of the electrical building for lunch
ing and rest.) This was closely
followed by a float on the lagoon,
in one of those little Venetian
gondolas. The lights were just
turned on, pale red dots, brighter
and brighter they grew, until every
building was a blaze of glory,
The cascades turned green, with
little red balls between, and the
fountains shot little plumes Of
spray at each other. The great
basin filed to Overlooking, then
poured it's over-abundance down
%glimmering and ~glistening below.
Under a bridge the gondoliel
stopped, threw back his head and
gave us a Spanish love song. We
were very glad Mr.. St. Louis hap
pened by just at this time. Must
find who the girl he was talking tc
is. Wonder if she could be from
Boston. ESCALITE.
Weather for June.