The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1904-07-13
THE WORLDS FAIR AS
SEEN BY A WOMAN.

A woman who signs her name,
"Geneva Lane, tells about the
Worlds Fair in the st. Louis Globe
Democrat as follows
It's a pity that everybody can't
go out to the Fair on Sunday, when
there is nobody there Throug the
week the place is replete with absorb
ing attractions, all of them enhanced
or modified or detrac'ed from by the
element of humanity which on Sun
day is almost entirely absent, and the
place is just itselt-a great, quiet,
clean, beautiful city. Yod go in at
the main gate, through the one little
turnstlle open, and there lie not a
living thing in sight except flock
of sparrows wrangling over refuse
can, and a steam roller enjoying
spin without having to stop and pick
out of the gumbo a lot of mashed
sightseers. Gone are the sellers Of
guide books and smoked glasses, and
the automobiles and intramural cars
are in their distant stables.
But the place is not entirely desert
ed, for over in The different streets
and plazas are men with big carpet
sweepers and wheel dust cans and
Others with pick and shovel, who are
mending or making the roadways.
These work with that elaborate slow.
ness and consideration fer the health
that those with steady job usually
affect, and stop often to look at the
scenery and talk things over with
each other.
Khakiwearing guards saunter
idly ABOUT knocking stones with their
canes or making an effort to sit down
IN all the thousands of chairs barred
to them on week days, when they
can only sit down on people. The
gondolas aud launches are moored at
their wharves or tied up under the
bridges, and but a solitary boatman
skins off the lagoons-llterally, that
/ is, for he has a seine of wire, and skins
off the floating leaves and trash
The thousands of flags are absent from
the buildings that look trim and Sc
date. but the Fair colors still float
from the lagoon bridges About the
flower beds ana borders the florists are
busy tending the millions of bloom
ing plants that make so brave show,
and you can stop and watch them
without getting run down by a roller
chair
You climb the hill besides the dry
Cascades and past the statue of
Napoleon Bnnapdrte, seated in a
gouty-foot pose in an armchair, and
who seems to be DOING bareheaded,
in the sun over his Sunday paper.
But over among the trees, maybe,
there comes the wild clamor of ham
mers from what must be knockers
congress, and you amble slowly on
to see about it. Over there you find
the undismsyed, cat-Ioving lumber
men, Hnged, but with eight lives left,
rushing to completion another build.
ing to replace their burned club.
house. Fifty carpenters are at work
upon the roof, and how they work
Lumber is passed from hand to hand
and spiked down in jiffy, and
down the shaky ladders the helpers
tear, .pausing only to catch mp bun.
die of shingles and their breath, and
then tear back again. Every body
must surely be paid by the job. and
to have the promise of season pass
besides, and you wonder If such
earnest haste could not also have beer
bought in the building of all the
Fair.
Down past the monster bird cage
you go and stop and see the exper
weaver birds building some strange