Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-09-17

wretched table d'hote, which prevails from
Dan to Beersheba, and always makes an
American Travelled think up what he will
have to eat when he gets home
You have to be proud of the American girl
when you travel i'm Europe. No matter
where you find her, she is TALL there In
style in beauty. In carriage. in manners,
the American woman Is far beyond any OF
her European sisters, and you can dstin-
guish her from them as far as the eye can
see.
The American man. am sorry to say, is
neither so good looking nor SO stylish rs
his wife and daughter and lis manners
at times need a good deal of mending. lie
hates the table d'hOte and other features
of European life. and his sense of hunor
often tempts him to amuse himself with
serious minded foreigners who cannot
comprehend his jokes, his slang or his
irreverence
Insisted on Seeing the Glacier.
Beside the beautiful grove that sur
rounds that NEST unique and marvellous
Of all monuments. the Lion of Lucerne. is
an Enclosure called the Glacier Garden"
By paying an admission fee the visitor
has an opportunity to become quite inti-
mate with the glacial epoch and have a
valuable object lesson in geology. A sand
stone cliff is there which was very badly
gored and torn by some irresistible gla
cier in the ice age. and the thrifty Swiss
have made great deal of money out of
1t, for it is part of the regular program
and everybody takes it in.
The sturdy, serious burgher in charge
has no sense of humor. and had an ex-
tremely trying experience with an Amer
lean visitor the other day. The latter
paid his franc at the gate, wandered up
the gravel walk, look around in puzzled
way. and then, turning to the attendant,
asked:
Where is that glacier"
"Es hat seit fiele jahren ferschwunded."
or words to that effect. meaning that 1t
had been gone a very long time.
:AVhat did they take it away for?"Fi in
Guired the visitor. who began to express
his indignation at having been swindle,l.
He had paid a franc to see a glacier gar
attendant explained the situation with
great patience and pointed out where the
ice had crushed the rocks
That's all right said the American. Il
don't care how much your old rocks We're
crushed; they don't belong to me. and You
can mash them up much you like;
but l want to see the thing that did it. I
want TO see the glacier.
Again the poor man explained that such
a thing was impossible, that the glacier had
melted away; but the visitor insisted that
it or wrapped 1t up in blankets, or kept it
in a cold storage warehouse that it
wouldn't melt away. Glaciers were valu-
able, he said, and he had always under
stood the Swiss to be an economical people.
with sense enough to take good care of
their property. 1t really criminal care
lessness for them to allow glacier to melt
away SO that visitors could not it.
"Ach Gott,' exclaimed the Swiss at
tendant Itch kan nicht linen verstanden
machen," q cannot make him understand.)
The American looked him squarely in the
eye in threatening manner and with
stern voice said:
Now 1 want the truth. I don't propose
to be humbugged. Where Is that glacier,
and what is the matter with it? 1 believe
you have got it concealed around here
somewhere
The attendant started away, saying: Itch
verde len director rufen." U'll call the
manager.)
Il don't want to see the manager, I want
to see the glacier, but if the manager has
got 1t in his office tell him to trot 1t out"
Whereupon the manager came and seri-