Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1907-12-21

At nine O'Clock we reached the Court
church where High Mass was being
celebrated, and hoping to see some of
the royal family we entered We al
ways contrived when possible to have
seats in galleries as we could see the
people about US better from an Gle.
Nation. So following our custom we
assembled carpeted stairway, walked
along a passageway and were inst
about to enter box inclosed with glass
windows when we We're accosted bv an
ofhcial in the politest of terms He
to'd us that we We're trespasSine on
forbidden ground as that box was the
kings and the royal family. the mas
sageway the royal one that lead to the
palace and the stairway was strictly
private. He was very kind about II
and we wondered at the time If an
American official under like circum-
stances would be as agreeable TO an
intruding foreigner.
OF course no one ever goes to ORES
den without seeing the Sistine Ma
donna, so off we went to the ART Cal
lery in the Zwinger where in Room A
was only one picture the object of our
search. Framed in an old Altar
Piece stands the Sistine Madonna of
an exquisite beauty which surpassed
our most exaggerated conception of it.
we remained for some time and then
only looked at a few other MASTER
pieces fearing that the memcry Of that
one should be partially eftaced The
works which we enjoyed the most We're
icft
German paintings made any impression
upon us.
We explored the curious churches,
tire picturesque streets and the mar
vellous stores, and then jumped from
one royal city to another, from Ores
den to Berlin. but whereas the former
is pure German city and not pervad-
ed with foreign ideas, Berlin is in every
sense of the word cosmopolitan one.
Once in Berlin, for the first time
since we landed in Germany, we We're
obliged to run across the streets for
our lives, dodge carriages and then
hardly expect to emerge alive. Walk
ing along we met representatives Of
almost every nationality many of
whom were there to study music.
We had been advised to go to a GER
tain lodging but as that person had
long ago moved away, we went to one
near there, to a certain Clara Ham
burger who pretended an elegance she
could not maintain. In the morning
| she insisted upon serving us at break
| fast, even going SO far as to butter
our biscuits for us. and when we asked
for second roll she held on to it low
ingly and had a very gloomy counte-
| nance when she at last surrendered it
| to us.
We did not care for Berlin. Perhaps
we had our hopes too high. Even
| Unterden Linden. the famous prone
made disappointed us. We walked the
whole length of the street without see
| ing any Lindens. TO us it seemed to
be merely spectacular display of
pomp and luxury. 1t might almost be
called the roadway to Monte Carlo SO
magnificent are it's cafes. We went into
| one of these restaurants and had a
most dainty lunch amidst the ferns and
flowers. ana for the first time drank
some Of the "dunkel' beer. The chill
dren had given us some Of the
| "goldenes" beer which merely tastes
like our own root beer. But the kind
we had seen the Germans drink vas
dark, and without any exaggeration a
German would linger over his beer for
an ilour and we wondered why. Here
| in this restaurant we determined t.
solve the mystery, so we ordered =
glass of the dunkel beer, took one sill
and the riddle was explained. 1t was
the bitterest stuff we had ever tasted
and it certainly would be Impossible
to drink glass of that beer in less
| than an hour
| Everything in Berlin was on a grant