Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-05-10
FALLS EVERYWHERE AND is
LIKE PuLvERIzED CEMENT.
UMBRELLAS ARE NO HELP
Automobile Rig-oW the Only Means
Useful to Pedestrians-street
Arabs Alone Revei in the Smoth-
ering Downpcur-Goggles Univer-
sally Worn.

PoSt, anu, any way, TIC iiSeO AoiiOi
obscures all ills and evils and natural
phenomena the world over; but
while the Italian volcano was in
eruption, a correspondent detailed
certain features not commonly under
stood.
"a sorry sight, indeed, is Naples
now" he exclaimed. Dust. dust!
dust! Binding dust on all sides.
Terrible. clinging dust. 1t pene-
trates everywhere. It is popularity
called ashes. But it is so fine as to
be invisible as it falls, yet it hides
everything from view. All the tradi-
tional beauties of nature for which
Naples is world-famous are invisible.
The lovely bay might just as well
not be there, for all that can be seen
of it.
Now and again, as a phantom
form, you may descry fisherman's
boat with its occupants passing
along, seen as though through a
thick gauze veil. vesuvius, the
cause of all the trouble is hidden by
its OWE volume of smoke and emana-
tons of dust, which latter apparently
covers an area to De reckoned by
miles.
Everybody who has an umbrella
carries it open overhead. Not that
there is rain. 1t is merely a screen
against that binding, nne dust. 1t
bn1pc little for he d,,cf IF &c
laughs at all attempts to avoid II.
If you want to go into the street, the
only practicable Exit" is a full auto
mobile rig-out. The streets are full
of people equipped in such manner,
and when you come home from your
walk, you will look for all the world
like an automobile returning after
long trip at high speed along very
dusty roads.
What is that dust like? Well, its
consistency is that of the residue left
in the streets of Nice after a battle
of confetti 1t might easily be mis-
taken for powdered cement, so fine
that it gets into the texture of the
clothes you wear, and obstinally de-
fies all efforts to dislodge it. 1t
penetrates through every crack and
Granny 1t settles on the trees, in
the grass. All verdure has van
ished.
Il watch the birds, the humble
sparrows and the bright-feathered
chaffinches in the garden below my
window. They don't know what to
do for a living. They try the ground
and sink in the volcanic dust, which
has effectually covered up all their
natural food. In despair they fly
up and light upon the palms. But
the moment their weight touches the
leaves, cloud of dust arises width
sends Mr.. Bird away in double-quick
time, much frightened at what has
happened.
Passengers come in from the
train. 1t is one of the few amuse-
ments left us, since the streets have
become impossible, to watch them
arrive in the hallway of the hotel.
Their appearance is truly grotesque.
They look like millers who have been
hard at work. They are irritated;
they sneeze and choke. They look
disreputable and are doubly annoyed
by feeling SO.
"A queer-looking figure, man
covered with gray dust from head to
foot and wearing blue automobile Cog
giles, appears behind the panes of the
outside door. He gesticulates
strangely. He looks like a mailman.
1t is merely the cab-driver appealing
for his fare; which the angered
travellers, engrossed in their own trib-
ulations, have forgotten to pay.
IT'S warm. Yet dare not open
the window of my bedroom Were
l to do so everything would be
smothered in that awful, fine, gray
dust. The housemaids are in de-
spair. Everybody wants a bath.
You might take six baths day and
not keep clean. And the bathrooms
are few. The hall porter is distracted
by inquiries of visitors who want to
know the quickest and surest way of
escaping to some place where this
terrible dust is not. Seventy left
my hotel yesterday. Palermo, Capri,
Genoa, anywhere to get away.
only one particular race of being
appears to revel in this iour-like dust.
You will already have guessed that
it can be none other than the tough,
irrepressible, ever jubilant and buoy
ant-spirited Neapolitan street arab
He simply revels in it! He rolls in
this newly formed soft covering to
the cobble stones. He apparently
considers it a hair fortifier, for, as
write, half a dozen of his kind are
standing on ther heads in it in the
street. Others are using it to pelt
one another, SNOWFALL fashion. Pres
entity mischief-lovlng guests appear at
one of the hotel windows and begin
to throw FIVE centissimo copper CONS
into the dust below. Then follows
q Homeric street battle, of unique