Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-08-10

sive. the most business-like. No other
town in Canada can compare with 1t. And
you believe it anew in each town you
enter. 1t is in the air And 1t seems
natural thing-after visiting dozens of these
Canadian boom towns, very much alike
in architecture and in spirt-to wonder
whether, with such hustle and hustle and
confidence, they won't all grow up to-
gether to be good towns big towns. pros
porous towns and fulfill some Of the des-
TIMES that have been mapped out for them.
The country is big enough, goodness knows,
Tor something like this to happen.
Glad to Meet Any One.
The good people of saskatoon-the Dis
meet the Washington Correspondents They
are glad to meet anybody on earth who
can help them however slightly, in their
campaign of publicity. They want settlers,
and to that end they want to hear sung
from one end of the land to the other, and
even over seas, the glories of Saskatoon
They feel that anybody who could listen
unmoved to the truth. about Their town
wouldn't be a desirable es,dent. According
to their view the chronic ward would have
prior claim on his time. But this mu-
n!cipal egotism doesn't prevent these Sas-
katooners from being mighty good folk.
They took the visitors through the town
and then out into the wide, wide world.
They pointed out some dozens of varieties
of wheat, all growing, all doing well, and
crowned this by indicating some 500
acres or SO of No. hard" which means,
they say, the best wheat that comes out
Of the EARTH" But as hardly one of the
newspaper party knew field of wheat from
a cabbage patch this portion of the lecture
was not as highly interesting it might
otherwise have been.
But the ride itself was Interesting, and
not bit dusty. Ills only dusty on Travelled
roads. And here the road had not only
been Travelled. but simply wasn't any road
orn1 49,. no
wheat fields that stretched for miles on
every side. THE granary of western Can
ada this section is called and after this
drive and many previous ones down the
line of the railroad, 1t seemed as If the
phrase must certainly hit the mark.
The drive was enivened some two hours
from town by one of the visitors, who was
the first to observe in. the middle distance
a clump of good-sized trees. He promptly
tainted, but was restored and the drive
continued to the grove--or bluff, as they call
1t up hereof lean and hungry looking pop
lars, planted some fifteen years previously
by ore-time American who was about to
have fit as the result OF living in this but
ter-dish country and who took that means
of avoiding the dreadful consequences IT'S
said that he watered his trees from a gar
den pot and measured them with yard
stick, and that when one of them sickened
and died it took two doctors to pull him
through. Nowadays, after fifteen years of
attention, the trees are in pretty fair shape
and as full grown as they ever will be. But
they don't seem to be very cheerful trees.
They look sort of dyspeptic and dissatisfied
with life.
Something Real Rakish.
1t was not until the party sat down to
luncheon on the warm. dry ground that it
became apparent that something unusual
was afoot. There was an air of suppressed
excitement, of incipent rascality, of rakish
deviltry about those staid Saskatooners,
that was very interesting to watch. And it
wasn't understood by the strangers until,
with great solemnity, two distinguished
Saskatooners tramped from the commissary
wagon to the grove, carrying a case Of
beer. And that means great deal. For
Saskatoon is a strictly temperance town.
and our good hosts had eourted domestic,
municipal and religious strife by placing
even small beer before their visitors. They
all seemed to look upon the event as a wild
and hilarious outbreak, although d more de-
corous company never assembled than the
citizens of Saskatoon who sat around that
f tive luncheon on the ground. AS one of
Them remarked, we are going to pay for
this dissipation! And 1t was very dread
full. For some of the Saskatooners took
second glass of beer! l. Z. N.