Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-03-19

more beautiful than the upper Potomac;
and for . nickel the Westinghouse gets
a view of a river that for sheer tender
splendor is not surpassed any worth
mentfoning-if. indeed, 1t be surpassed at
abby the Columbia river UP around the
Cascade mountains. than which there is
nothing more beautiful in all the world.
Take, for example, a soft spring day
about week after heavy spring rains
have ceased. when the loquacious shall
lows OF the upper Potomacs rapids and
the deeper stretches are Of a pellucid
green, and when all Of the verdure lining
differing shades Of green: get your day
on and go forth with her for dogwood
blossoms. and You will have regale-
ment OF vernal beauty such as you will
nunt the earth over to equal.
Get close to the stream. There'll be
nerrin snaggin' pretty soon up yonder
at Chain Bridge. Il find myself imagin-
ing that I'm in Washington and within
reach OF the Cabin John cars) But II
you don't care to snag herring, why. just
make up little out-fn-the-woods picnic
party up there by the yon side OF the
.Cnaln Bridge and step out on one OF the
ase-old boulders close to the bank and
watch the swift green eddies whirl their
way to the sea, and lend ear to the elfin
symphony Of the rushing waters-listen
to the Wild stream sing!
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DRETTY soon, too, I reckon, the old
black women will be lined up around
the markets with their early domestic
and their wild flowers. I've never lived
In city where twas so easy to step
forth and aggregate a whole armful Of
flowers, domestic or wild, for two bits or
four bits or some such trivial matter as
1t Is In Washington. I've never lived in
civ whom ~ 70 hot rxyho
there was any inspiration to get out Of
ped and go a-hunting for flowers for the
breakfast table as there Is In Wash
ington.
1t used to be a pretty fine thing to
SIDE out OF bed-well. say. at -half-past
ing In Washington. and slip on the buds
and mooch over to the Riggs market
anu see the happy -grinny mamnies all
iined up at the curb, their booths loaded
up flowers, wild and other. for which
one couldn't possibly find any names.
out which were gorgeous for their sug-
gestion OF the profuseness and the gayety
OF the soil from which they had been
plucked. Little, queer, old-fashioned yell
low and red roses Of the kind one remem-
bered from his earliest years; enormous
stacks OF lilacs that one felt like spread
ing Out on the asphalt and fairly wallow-
Ing in-iilacs that, bedecking the table,
made the mullins and bacon and eggs
and coffee OF the breakfast taste about
nine thousand times sweeter; sweet peas,
with every wild and impossible color
OF the kaleidoscope: positive trees
of dogwood blossoms: trailing ar
butus (Which I should have mentioned
long ago., wild violets, wild pansies-
what fun 1t was to pick up all one could
carry OF these pretty things from the
mammfes' booths and carry them home
to make the place look like a hacienda
decorated for fiesta!
This, I now perceive, Is singular
sort OF letter. considering its New
York date line.
Well. It's this way: the chaps In hard
luck who, in the days Of the cmperors,
were banished from Rome. used to send
wailing letters from far parts of the
empire, the scenes Of their exile,
telling their Roman friends how
beautiful Rome was-how glorious Rome
seemed to them in recollection. Why,
then. shouldn't an ex-Washingtonian. not
exactly banished. but living away from
Washington. be allowed to tell the Wash
ingtonians how beautiful Washington is?
CLARENCE L. CULLEN