The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1907-08-28

we iAVSSIeu III OeCrOlC papers ana
after writing few postals we started
for Belle Isle the pleasure resort of
Detroit. We passed such beautiful
homes with fine shade trees. These
trees to our great surprise had brac
lets of sticky fly paper about four
feet from the base. 1t seems that the
Gypsy moth is attacking the trees in
the east and everywhere we went we
found trees with either fly paper or
a burlap bandage. We were delighted
with. Detroit. Such charming manners.
Instead of saying keep off the grass,
a sign that makes you long to walk
on it. they say on tiny sign boards
please. :" Who could resist that
We took an auto ride when we
reached the parks. of seven miles.
Such paradise of seventies as it
was. the beautiful lake on one side,
charming vistas in the woods. rustic
bridges. wonderful flower beds and
last of all. swings and see-saw boards
and real children having a picnic. II
was glorious. There we conhded
our troubles to a police man. It's
wonderful how chummy Effie is with
them. and he told US how to go to
another park. Palmer park. On the
car were a number of happy children
from the free hospital going for q
days outing. crippled and under fed
and half sick but perfectly happy.
They were IN charge of one of the
unco GUIDE women who wanted us all
to know that she was taking the poor
little waits out and devoting her time
to them and she nov. Tom. Jane and
Elizayed them" in way that would
have made my angry passions rise if
it had not hit my funny bump first.
What luck you and are in to have a
funny bump its the rubber tire of life
and even at the risk of mixing my
figure of speech l must add a safety
valve as we'll.
The park had statue in memory
of Gen. Palmer and a very pictur-
esque log cabin furnished with quaint
old things of long ago. No, l didn'
steal candle stick nor bed spread
for you. For one thing didn't have
room in my suit case. the poor thing
groaned every time l shut it as it
was. and for another they had gates
at every door. suppose they must be
expecting you.
On our way back from Palmer
park we passed the Statue of Pingree
and | thought of how the cranks of
today are the great men of tomorrow.
Potato Pingree they called him but
today the small Potato men who
TESTED about him are unknown while
his memory will always stand for
man who wanted to help his brother.
am so glad. by the way. that didn't
live in Detroit and have to raise pota-
toes. | always did hate potatoe
bugs so. After a little lunch at the
Y. w. C. A.. with such swell
breakfast Effie and thought we
really didn't care for lunch, we
went out shopping. 1t took some time
because. | had to buy chamois skin
and Fife pair of shoe strings neither
of which can be bought without a
good deal of time and thought. Then
we went to the boat. splendid one
it was to. Someway staying up all
night didn't seem as easy as it did in
the morning when we were rested and
SO talked to the purser and informed
him FIRMLY that must have state
room. He didn't seem much i'm
pressed but said he would take my
name and if one was left vacant at
the last could have it. My name
was about eight on the list. When
the boat started about a hundred
roomless ones like ourselves thronged
around the little window. Mr.. Jones
called the purser. Up walks Mr.. Jones
and gets state room-all the rest of
us hate and envy Jones so it went on
until the purser called ''Mr. Murphy"
A little hooked nosed Jew woman
stuck her face up and said "Did he
say Rosenbaum? 1t was too much for
the jam who had been cross and surly,
We all laughed and laughed. even the
purser gave way. 1t jollied us all
up and when that angel of a purser
said "Mrs. Meyers" you should have
seen me rush up to that window. 1
didn't stop to explain that the joys of
married life hadn tset in my case. |
took my state room in a hurry and
decamped. AS long as l live Miss
Rosenbaum who couldn't tell her
name from Murphy will add to my joy
of I;r;-,.