The Washington herald., 1910-09-11
UNDER BLUE SKIES
TO MARLBORO TOWN
A Trip Which All Motorists
Would Certainly Enjoy.

Twas trul. a glorious morning with
the sky blue as indigo
The motor OF our Pullman roadster was
purring impatiently. ready for the start
Our destination was the historic old town
Of Upper Marlboro. Md, just eighteen
miles from the city through a picturesque
part OF Prince George County.
Starting from the garage we were soon
speeding along Pennsylvania avenue,
headed for Randle Highlands. passing
rapidly over the city streets and gather
ing speed as We reached the open. Cross
ing Pennsylvania Avenue Bridge over the
Eastern Branch and ascending the steep
grade OF the broad avenue without the
least effort. we stopped a moment to scan
the panorama Of the city, with the Capt.
tol IN the foreground. and the monument
and other public buildings standing out
IN bold relief against the cloudless sky.
All beautiful TO behold and scene not
soon to be forgotten.
But now for the open road. unhampered
by the congested traffic Of the city thor
oughfares
Rounding a curve 70 the right Just after
reaching the top OF the first hill we fol-
lowed the old Suitland road. which runs
through some very pretty and picturesque
country but is sadly IN need OF repairs
The bumps and hollows encountered at
every turn OF the wheels reminded ua OF
our last sea voyage. After few miles OF
uneven going we turned 10 the left and
found ourselves on the old Marlboro turn
pike. This road IS also unusually heavy
and sandy and travelling at fifteen miles
an hour is the limit which the conditions
permit
Forestville. six miles from the city,
was passed, and at Pumpkintown. a cou-
pie of miles beyond. the rough. uneven
road seemed to disappear as II by magic
We were soon hitting up a rapid gait
over an excellent macadamized roadway.
well preserved and smooth as a billiard
ball. and stretching ahead Of us for a
distance Of at least ten miles
With the throttle opened a little wider
the miles flew by in rapid succession. All
care and worry vanished like the dust
from the ribbon Of the road over which
we gllded. The wind, In its hurry to
keep apace with us. seemed to be siGsl-
farms were passed. dotted with cattle
and resplendent in their garb CT glis-
tening rows Of corn. Here and there
among the tall grass big. yellow pump
kins inspired visions Of Thanksgiving
DAYS and dinners TO come. Our car was
running merrily along when we came
within hairs breath so to speak, OF
colliding with a market wagon. loaded
down with delicious peaches The farm
er was so elated over an escape from
threatened mishap that he bestowed
generous share Of the luscious fruit upon
the party.
Marlboro was reached a little after I
o'clock. and a real old-fashioned Mary
land dinner was enjoyed at quaint old
hotel Before leaving we made a visit
In the old jail, court house. and Reverdy
Johnson's old law Office. a little Pile OF
bricks quantity put together, and located
on the main street. As to how long this
little pile Of brick and mortar had stood
there not even the oldest inhabitant
could say
The sheriff hailed US as we were Ieav-
ing. and as there was room for one more,
he was told to get aboard, being laugh
ingly reminded that we mad him where
he could not do any harm in case we
exceeded the speed laws.
The road homeward was without Incl
dent. over the same stretch OF road until
we reached the Good Hope road. when we
turned through Capitol Highlands, thus
cutting of at least six miles. Altogether
the trip was a most delightful one. and
made the worries. cares. and trials OF a
busy brain vanish as mist on a sunny
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